In one fluid motion, Oliver had his cock pushed deep inside me, filling me, stretching me in two. I couldn’t help the gasp that left me at the feeling of being so stretched, so consumed by him. Big, long, and thick were all perfect words to describe Oliver and what he packed between his thighs. When he started thrusting into me in powerful strokes, in and out, slow but steady, I knew I wouldn’t last. I’d orgasm before this even really started.
“Christ,” Oliver said on a guttural groan. His face was by my neck, the word slightly muffled against my skin. He started moving faster, harder. “God, Adele. Yeah. That’s it.” Our flesh was already becoming slick with our combined perspiration, and I held onto his shoulders tighter as he became frant
ic in his motions.
“You’re so big,” I panted out. “I don’t remember you stretching me like this.”
He groaned at my words. I hadn’t even meant to say them out loud, but my body didn’t feel like mine anymore.
“It’ll always feel this way. Always. We were meant for each other, made for one another.” He scraped his teeth along my neck, and a shiver worked its way through my whole body before taking root in my clit.
Every time he thrust into me, the base of his erection rubbed the hard bundle of nerves at the top of my pussy, making me crying out for more.
“Fuck. So good, Adele. You’re so fucking tight and hot, and so damn wet for me.” He took control of my mouth again, but this time it was a crazed, heated, almost angry kiss. “I’ll never let you go again,” he said with so much determination that if I hadn’t felt just as passionately about it, I’d have been a little scared.
I grabbed the damp strands of his short hair and tugged. Neither one of us could control ourselves, and as the temperature in the room rose, our bodies grew hotter, sweat covering us from head to toe. Our touches became painful but pleasurable, and I knew I’d climax harder than I ever had.
With his cock still buried inside me and his mouth on mine, I dug my nails into his scalp. I knew it had to be hurting him, but I couldn’t control it, and his grunts of pleasure told me he liked it.
He slid his hands under my ass and tightened his hold on the mounds, using me as leverage as he fucked the hell out of me. He started thrusting into me harder, as if he were losing control. Before I knew what was happening, Oliver had us flipped so I was atop him.
With my legs on either side of his waist, I straddled him, his cock no longer inside me but hard and glossy as it lay against his belly, ready to be shoved back deep inside. I placed my hands flat on his chest and rose up, letting him grab his cock, place the tip at my hole once more, before I started to sink down on his dick. And then I began to ride him.
Up and down, faster and harder, I rose up and pushed back down, letting my body swallow his cock before I repeated the process.
He still had his hands on my ass, and when he spread the cheeks, slipped his fingers between them, and touched the tight hole nestled there, everything inside me tightened erotically.
“Oh. God. Oliver. Yes.” I didn’t even care I cried out those words, broken, needy, honest.
“Yeah, Adele. That’s it. Come for me, baby.” He looked at me with a hooded expression, his pleasure right there, but his self-control keeping him in check. A little. I knew he’d become just as unhinged as I was and pretty damn quickly.
“Come for me, Adele.” He added a little more pressure with his finger to that tight hole, to the area of my body no man had ever touched. Yet with Oliver, anywhere he touched me inflamed every single part of my body.
And just like that, I came for him.
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Fuck. I was going to come really fucking hard and really damn soon. And I hated that this would end, but I anticipated having her all over again… forever.
My gaze was focused on the sight of Adele’s breasts bouncing up and down as she rode the hell out of my cock. The fact that she’d let me touch a part of her so intimate, so taboo to most people, turned me the fuck on. And when I touched that tight little forbidden hole, I’d seen her control snap.
Goddammit, I felt her inner muscles clench rhythmically around my dick as the clear pleasure moved through her, and I knew she’d come for me again. I gripped her waist, tightening my hold on her wide, curvy-as-fuck body. I had to grit my teeth so I didn’t get off right then, filling her up, making her take all my cum. Oh, I’d give it all to her, but not yet. Not yet. I wanted her to get off again before I found my own release. I wanted to see the expression of euphoria cover her face just once more before I finally gave in to my own pleasure.
For long minutes I let her take the lead, riding up on me and sinking back down over and over again as she engulfed my cock with her tight cunt. I might have slept with her the first time months ago, but this felt like the first time, like I’d never known what she felt like. It was as if there had never been—there never would be— a more passionate moment than right here and now with Adele.
But I knew that was a lie. I knew it would always feel like this with her.
I rose up just enough that I could shift so she was the one on her back now. I needed to take control. I needed to be the one to give it to her, not the other way around. This was a lot of movement, a lot of action for the amount of time we’d been fucking, but I wanted to experience all of this with her. Over and over again. I wanted to experience more—forever—with her.
Sliding all the way back into her had me groaning and closing my eyes, telling myself not to get off, forcing my self-control to withstand my basic, primal urges. Sweat lined my brow and dripped down my temples. I leaned back on my haunches and looked down where our bodies connected.
“Yes, Oliver. God, yes. I’ve been waiting for this moment since I was first with you.”
Fuck, nothing better than hearing that. “Say you haven’t been with anyone since me. Tell me I’m the only one, Adele.”
She gasped, moaned, thrashed in her pleasure.