“So is your cock,” she says and kisses me.
We stay like that, with me softening inside her, but I remain cocooned in her body—warm and protected like I’m finally home. Our combined arousal drips from our point of contact, but we stay like that, kissing and whispering our ‘I love yous’ over and over for long minutes.
Hottest fucking make-out session of my life. Several minutes pass like that, her face flushed and happy, our bodies slick with perspiration, until I start to harden inside her again at the feel of her all wet and soft beneath me.
“Oh, fuck” she hisses when she realizes what’s happening.
I chuckle at how startled she looks and pick up the slow thrusts in her again, incrementally adding force. With each hard thrust, I push her up the bed, feeling free to be a little rougher now that her expressions are all of pleasure and none of pain.
I flip us over, so she’s on top of me now. “Ride me,” I order, and my sweet little sex doll smiles darkly down at me.
Her hips buck as she rides me, playing with different angles, learning, her weight supported with her hands on my chest.
Her breasts bounce with each undulation of her hips, and I sit up to take one into my mouth, sucking the hard point in my mouth.
Both her arms wrap tightly around my neck while she keeps on riding, picking up the pace. “Fuck, Karl, I’m going to come again,” she screams.
My back falls to the mattress, and I grip her waist tightly, holding her in place in the air, then savagely thrust into her in long punishing strokes. With piston pace, I push her up higher on her knees with each thrust, lifting her weight with my cock but slamming her down on it with my hands, my fingers digging into her skin.
The view is magnificent, my thrusts forcing her breasts to bounce, the dragon tattoo partially concealed under my palm, which looks massive over her waist. Her entire body, breasts, abdomen, shiny with perspiration. Something snaps inside me, and when I don’t think I can thrust into her any harder, I do.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head at the same time her back arches—her entire body shuddering as I split her in two with a force I didn’t know I had in me.
My fingers dig into her skin harder when a second orgasm rips through me, and I watch helplessly as she lifts a little, breaking contact, so she can watch as my cum drips out of her and down my shaft.
“Fuck,” she moans out. “I’ll never get tired of seeing that.”
“Me neither,” I admit, just before she collapses over my chest, gulping for air.
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Ikeep tracing the tattoo on his bicep while we lay sated and fuck-drunk. “Wow,” I say when my breathing slows down enough to allow for spoken words.
“Yeah,” Karl says. “Wow.”
“Did you imagine it’d be like that?” I ask, incredulous at the fire we started between our bodies.
“How could the human mind be capable of imagining something like that?” he says and kisses my temple.
“I wasn’t bad at it then?” I ask.
Karl chuckles. “Not that I have anything to compare it to, but it was mind-blowing, doll. I swear.”
My face falls. “Would you like to?”
“Would I like to what?”
“Have something to compare it to?”
He blinks at me, his head resting on his arm. “Fuck no, Lola. Come here.” He scoots me closer to his body until my naked breasts press to his chest. He kisses me once so gently, there is nothing erotic about it. It’s more tenderness than anything. “If I waited this long for my forever woman, there’s no way in hell I’d settle for anything less than perfect. Because you were perfect, doll. No one else could ever measure up.”
My eyes drop, and I don’t realize when I bite the inside of my cheek.
“What is it?” he asks with concern.
I take a deep breath. “You asked . . . you asked me to—were you just too in the moment?”