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“Are you sure?” he asks, his anxious eyes scanning my face.

“Positive,” I say, sliding down on his girth with a sigh.

His big hands go to my hips as I begin to ride him, but I drag one away and press his fingers to my clit.

Slamming down on him, I don’t bother with slow. I need it fast and hard, trying to chase down my orgasm again.

Matt’s fingers circle the small nub of my clit and within moments the familiar anticipation is back. My clit and vagina pulsing together as I shudder and grind myself down on his fingers and dick, coming with a short, sharp shout.

His hips make small thrusts and I ride the waves of his movements, feeling sated and happy, my head lolling against my shoulder.

“Can I come in you?”

“Hmmm?” I raise my head, my eyelids fluttering before I’m able to fully open my eyes. Matt’s gaze is pinned on me, the tendons in his neck standing out in stark relief as his fingers dig into my hips.

“Can I come in you?” Matt grits through his teeth, his heart thundering under my palms.

“Yes,” I whisper.

With a groan, he throws his head back, his hips pistoning wildly. If not for his hands on my hips, I would be bucked off.

“Oh!” I gasp, riding the waves of his release as his dick spasms within my body’s tight embrace.

Matt’s large frame goes limp, a smile curling up the corners of his lips.

Leaning forward, I tease his lips with mine, feeling a trickle of our mingled juices slipping from my pussy. His mouth opens to me, my tongue gliding within to do a leisurely exploration. I’m not trying to excite, merely enjoying the blissful afterglow of great sex.

Our kisses change from slow and tender to fast and greedy. Matt’s hands cup my hips and guide them in a rocking motion. His cock swells within me, the walls of my pussy clinging to him as tightly as I do his shoulders.

His hips jerk beneath me, thrusting me upwards. His hands smoothly guide me back down as his cock meets my downward movement, filling me completely, again and again.

Time seems to halt. My entire being centered on the surging pressure of Matt’s cock as he bounces me down on it. My juices run out of me, a growing pool of wetness collecting under me and plastering Matt’s brown pubic hairs to his balls. The wet sounds of his dick hammering my soaked pussy and my shallow and fast breaths are dim noises in my ears as I try not to collapse on him, my arms shaking while I hold on.

The tangy smell of sex clogs my nose and my head swims. Matt shifts under me, the hard little nub of my clit dragging along his cock as his thrusts speed up even more.

With an exhausted moan, I shatter. Pleasure hums through my body, radiating from my pulsating clit and pussy. The rhythmical clenching of my walls around Matt’s thick cock leaves me shuddering, my tissues far too sensitive to his every movement.

But he doesn’t relent, urging me to continue to ride him, even as I wail with the aftershocks of my climax. With a strained grunt, Matt comes, shooting his seed up into my tight, grasping, oversensitive little pussy.

When his hands relax their hold on me, I collapse onto his sweaty chest, sucking in big greedy lungfuls of air. His arms wrap around me, his lips pressing kisses along my damp hair. I don’t have the energy to move or protest that I’m too yucky for him to be kissing all over.

After several minutes, he shifts me to the side and slips away. Blearily, I crack open an eye, watching the flex of his muscular ass while he pads on silent feet to a closed door. My eyelids drop closed and from far away I hear the sounds of a toilet flushing and then running water.

The bed dips under Matt’s weight and I pay it no mind. When his slightly damp and cool hand runs along my arm, I swat at it and grumble, burrowing my face deeper into the welcoming comfort of the pillow.

“Tricia, sweetheart, you need to get up. Come on.” Hands grasp my shoulders and give a quick shake, wrenching another grunt from me.

“Tired,” I moan, patting around for the covers to pull over me.

A whack on my butt has my eyes flying open and I shove up on my arms, glaring at him from between the tangled strands of hair covering most of my face. “Did you seriously just spank me?” I demand, though the smack was more shocking than painful.

“I got you up,” he says, gently brushing the hair out of my face.

“Fine.” I sit up and scoot to the edge of the bed, my legs unsteady when I stand. An embarrassing amount of come slips from between my thighs as I awkwardly shuffle to the bathroom, trying not to leak on the floor.

I slam the door behind me and immediately go to work cleaning up the mess and emptying my poor, screaming bladder.

When I finally emerge from the bathroom, Matt’s sitting up in bed reading his phone with one of his cats in bed next to him. He looks up and his smile has my insides fluttering and a curl of warmth blooming in my chest.


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