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“You choose.” It’s barely a whisper, but there’s a challenge lacing those soft words.

In one swift move, I grab her wrists and hold her down as I lean forward and suck one of her tits in my mouth over my shirt. Biting until she moans, her back arching off the bed as she pants, I twirl my tongue around her pebbled nub. The wet material sticks to her protruding nipple. Its pale-pink hue shows through the thin, white shirt.

Damn.

Forget her in just my shirt. That is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Growling, I bite her other tit. She pushes against my hands, her arms straining to move. Moaning, her legs wrap tight around my waist. Sucking until both nipples are peeking through the soaked material, I smile as I lick and bite my way up to her neck.

“Fuck, you look so good, Prude.”

Her chest heaves. “Brendan . . . I need . . .” She grinds her wet pussy against my hard cock.

I rotate my hips in a circle, then slide my length up her soaked folds. “You need this, hon?”

“Yes.” Her head falls back as her eyes close.

“Hard or soft?”

Her chest rises. Those hard nipples graze my bare chest as I continue to hold her down. I suck on her earlobe, then nibble on her neck while she pants.

“Hard.”

Releasing her wrists, I grab her hips and slam inside her drenched channel.

She cries out.

I still enough to catch my breath. Pulling almost all the way out, I pound in again.

She screams, clawing at the blanket.

“That too much, Little Girl?”

“Harder,” she pants the word, grinding against me.

My girl wants it rough. Whatever she wants, she’ll get. Smiling, I start a punishing, fast pace. She meets every thrust, giving just as good as she’s getting. Her moans and grunts mix with the wet slaps of our thrusts. Reaching up, she grabs my biceps, almost drawing blood with her nails as she digs them into my flesh.

I go harder. She wraps her legs tighter around my waist, seeming to pull me in deeper with every drive of my hips. Her shirt rides up, giving me a clear view. I slow enough to watch as she takes every inch of me, my balls smacking her ass while I rotate my hips as she moans. In tight circles, I flick her nub as I keep pounding into her until she’s choking my cock like a boa constrictor. Every time I breathe, her pussy squeezes tighter.

Her eyes lock with mine, and I feel it. It’s not just sex, not just fucking. Every thrust heals a part inside of me, puts back together the pieces I’ve never told anyone were broken. It’s there, deep inside her eyes. It’s her. The one we've been looking for. We found her.

My chest constricts. I’m right there, so fucking close. But she’s not screaming my name yet. “Think you can handle it harder, Little Girl?” I’m not sure I can last, pounding her harder, but damn, I’m gonna hear my name on her lips again.

Still coming down, she moans instead of a reply.

“On your stomach.” Grabbing her ankles, I flip her around, then pick her ass up until that fine curve is pointed right at me. I slap her right cheek. “Ready?”

She knots her hands in the blanket and nods.

This time, I ease inside. Biting my lip, I focus on how she feels as she takes it all. It’s so much tighter from this angle as I somehow plunge even deeper. As soon as my balls smack her pussy, I slide almost all the way out and thrust in again. No pausing.

I pick up speed fast, knowing I’m not going to last long like this. She fists the blanket, screaming as her walls close around me. Her shirt falls up to her chin. The bed rocks, hitting the wall with each thrust.

“That’s my girl, take all of it.” Holding her hip steady with one hand while I pound harder, I trail my other one along her long spine. “You like it rough?”

She moans, grinding her ass against me.

Fuck, I’m so close. “You like it dirty?” I trail my fingers down her crack.

“Yessss.” She doesn’t hesitate as she sinks into my touch.


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