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Wedging my shoulders between her spread legs, the sight of her wet pink pussy has my cock feeling like a lead bar between my legs. I open her inner lips with my fingers and dip my tongue into her.

The taste of her on my lips has me diving into her sweet heat. Her silken walls ripple around my lapping tongue, her blunt fingernails digging into my shoulders as her legs box my ears, keeping me right where she wants me.

I lick up from her entrance, smearing her honey up and around her clit, circling the sensitive little bead before sucking it into my mouth.

Tricia goes wild, her heels digging into my shoulder while her thighs clench around my head.

“Matt, Matt…”

Her cries spur me on. I ease a finger into her, then slip a second inside. The smell and taste of her consumes me.

Pre-cum leaks from my cock as my hips thrust against the sheets. My face is buried between Tricia’s thighs and I’m nearly mindless with desire as I eat her with a savage hunger that burns through me.

Her sharp, broken cries ring loudly in my ears while her body clings and pulsates around my fingers. I ride the wave of her climax with her, gentling the strokes of my tongue along her hard little clit, and breathing deeply of her intoxicating scent.

Withdrawing my fingers, I move over her again, the erect points of her nipples rubbing against my chest while I claim her mouth in a slow kiss.

Tricia’s legs squeeze me, the wet lips of her pussy gliding along my cock. With a jerk of my hips, my sensitive tip presses against her hot opening, liquid heat bathing me.

The urge to drive into her tests me, but I don’t want to mindlessly fuck her. I want our first time together to be perfect.

Inch by inch, I press into the welcoming warmth of her body until her silken walls fully grip me.

Groaning, I circle my hips, my eyes almost rolling back at how good it feels.

My strokes are short and slow. Our mouths and tongues mimic the intimate dance of our rocking bodies as we kiss. Pleasure radiates outward from my cock, leaving my entire body humming.

“Tricia,” I moan against her lips. “You feel so good, sweetheart. So incredibly good.” I thrust in time with my words, feeling her pussy squeezing tight around my bare cock.

I freeze, then wrench my mouth from hers.

“I forgot the condom!”

CHAPTER TWELVE

TRICIA

Matt’s thick cock plows into me, his ridged cockhead dragging across a sweet spot inside with every thrust. The angle is perfect, and it’s all I can do not to whimper.

I dig my nails into his tight ass, which flexes rhythmically with the power of his thrusts. His masculine scent wraps around us and he smells so freaking good.

Nuzzling my face into the crease of his neck and shoulder, I inhale and drag my tongue across his slightly damp, salty skin before kissing my way up his jaw to capture his lips.

“Tricia,” he moans into my mouth. “You feel so good, sweetheart. So incredibly good.”

The way his voice caresses the word sweetheart sends swirls of heat straight through me. It sounds so right coming from him.

My pulse pounds wildly and I’m so close to coming. My clit throbs in time with my pussy and-

“I forgot the condom!” Matt gasps, pulling out of me.

“No!” I wail, digging my nails harder into his ass. “Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please don’t stop!”

His confused brown eyes stare down at me.

Unclenching my fingers from his hard buns, I shove at his shoulders, urging him to lie down. Quickly I clamber over him, straddling his hips and his still extremely hard dick.

I seize his slippery length and hold it firm while I hover my pussy over him and notch the tip at my entrance. “It’s fine,” I assure him. “I’m on birth control.”


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