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The way he says good girl makes my heart sputter and my insides swoon. My fingers move down toward his cock, and I tease him, making him anxious as he waits for me to touch him.

"I want to feel your mouth wrapped around me," Anton says.

I fall to my knees and take him into my mouth, licking and sucking his shaft.

His fingers tangle in my hair. I listen to his moans and lick and taste every inch of him.

"Good girl," he grunts, and the sounds he makes already have me aching and dripping for him. I don't dare want to admit how aroused I am from sucking his cock. It had always been a chore, not necessarily a desire.

But with Anton, I like watching his face, listening to his sounds, and pleasing the man.

He's struggling, on edge and growing nearer. "Stop." He guides my head away, and I whimper in protest. "Not yet," he says, gasping for air.

My heart is pounding wildly against my chest as I shimmy down my panties and stand completely bare for Anton. I straddle his hips, his cock slick and eager as I straddle him.

I gasp as he fills me, my fingers digging into his shoulder at his size. It's not as though we haven't done this recently, but he still seems to stretch me every time, causing a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Fuck, kitten," he grunts into my ear as I begin thrusting. His cock is tight inside my warmth, and I use my hands on his shoulders as leverage as I slowly withdraw before slamming him back inside me.

I swear the man will explode before I do, and he's trying everything like hell to stay in control. "Good fuck?" I ask, although I'm confident that I already know the answer."

"God, yes," he mutters. Anton struggles to keep his eyes open. His lips are parted, and he leans in, crushing my lips against his. "Fuck, yes."

My insides ache with a throbbing building that ripples through me. I clench down onto his cock, my toes curling, and gasp as each new wave of euphoria slams over me like a wave in the ocean.

He bites my lips, and I can't tell if it's intentional or his neediness for release that he's nearly delirious.

I moan and shudder as I struggle to keep my eyes open, staring at him. He's gorgeous, every inch of him. I gasp and moan, not keeping my sounds the least bit quiet. I want him to know that I'm enjoying this with him and how he makes me feel.

"Come for me," he whispers against my ear. He struggles to open his eyes, and his lips crash against mine. His hips rock and thrust against mine, driving me wild. His fingers reach around, stroking my clit in rhythm with each thrust as I slide him in and out of me.

I gasp and moan as fireworks light up the night sky as if it were the Fourth of July. I swear my heart may leap out of my chest, it's beating so hard against my ribcage.

I collapse against him as he grunts and moans, joining me in oblivion.

Panting, I try to catch my breath, sliding off Anton's body as I stretch out on the sofa, resting my legs against him.

He chuckles, and his fingers tease my thighs apart. "Is this a hint?" he asks, his fingers finding my wetness.

"It wasn't," I confess. "But now that you mention it—"

"What's the greatest number of times you've orgasmed in one night?" Anton asks.

"With a partner, two or three," I say.

He grins wildly. "And on your own?"

"I haven't exactly kept track." It's no secret that I have a vibrator. Anton has seen it before.

"The two or three is an easy record to beat. How about I make you come until you can't take it anymore?" He grins with a glint in his eyes. "You tell me when you've had enough."


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