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I don’t understand her comment or why she needs to clarify what she wants. “How could a man fuck you any other way?” I question, shaking my head in disbelief. “How could a man touch you and not give you everything he has?”
She sighs. But instead of elaborating, she raises her body and lowers it on my length, riding a couple inches.
“You’re big, August,” she murmurs.
“Don’t hate me for it,” I urge before I ruffle her pretty hair—and then fist it again. “Enjoy it.”
She does. She really does. After a minute of measured bounces, she begins to ride me—fast. She has the hip motion down to a science, and with each rise and fall of her body, remarkable things happen.
Her full breasts shake in a mesmerizing rhythm. Her wetness seeps out around my cock. Her breathing grows sharper and she mutters pleasure nonsense that I could listen to all damn day.
“Yes. More. Like that. Oh god, you feel wonderful. I hate how good you feel.”
She’s hot, tight ecstasy embodied, clenching around me, stoking my pleasure while she takes her own. I’m getting close, I know. Sweat is forming on my temple. I thrust into her, pleasuring her from below while she rides me.
More. Don’t let it end already.
Frantically, I catch both of her hands and hold them up. Confused, she slows her motions and frowns.
“What?” she demands, continuing a soft roll over my cock—like she can’t bear the thought of stopping.
“You keep your word, and I do too.”
Her expression remains confused until I reach over, open the nightstand drawer, and remove her ruined thong from London—still in tatters, unwashed.
“Off,” I order cocking my head to the side.
Julia scrambles off me and falls back onto the bed. Without me even asking, she thrusts both wrists out at me, stacking them. She’s so ready.
I tie her hands together with her underwear while she watches with wonder and anticipation plainly on her face. Testing the bindings, she tries to pull her hands apart, but the knots are good.
Gamely, she raises her bound hands above her head, streamlining her body and making her already impeccable breasts look otherworldly. When I slide into her once again, she releases a heavenly moan, and I’m grateful I waited so long to fuck that sound out of her. It’s the sound of a woman completely succumbing to pleasure—even when she hates the man on top of her, inside her, fucking her.
I rear back and shove hard, incidentally pushing her a few inches up the bed. When she nods and moans, I do it again. Again. Again, shoving her closer and closer to the headboard.
I can’t get over how tight she is. Her pussy is a vice grip on my length, squeezing out indescribable sensations that bring me closer to climax.
“I knew you’d be like this,” I grunt. “Knew you’d choke my cock with your pretty little pussy.”
“Harder,” she begs, arching her back beneath me. “Please, August, harder.”
I pump like crazy, giving her everything. Beneath me, she’s nearly sobbing with need. Viciously, I fuck down into her body, taking more of her with every stroke.
“I’m close,” she warns. “So close. Wait—”
Surprising me, she slides my cock out of her and flips over onto her stomach. Knees on the bedspread, she raises her ass in the air, giving me a full view of it. All of it. Everything.
The soft, tan globes of her cheeks surround her teeny, perfect asshole and her slick pussy, still swollen and needy from my thrusts moments ago. Hers is easily the hottest ass I’ve ever seen, full stop. Grateful, I run a hand over her, exploring her backside’s smooth skin.
“Kiss it,” she pleas, looking back at me. “I want your mouth on it.”
I get a rush when she asks me for something, like she’ll die without it. Sure enough, she’s wiggling her perfect ass in the air like she desperately needs me to attend to it. I do as she begged and kiss one of her cheeks before I shove right back into her—now taking her from behind.
My thighs slam against the backs of hers while I pump into her without caution. I know she can take it, and even if she couldn’t at first, she would never back down from trying. She’s so damn tight, and as she gets closer to her pleasure peak, her inner muscles constrict around my strokes.
I’m in heaven. I’m not even sure this moment is real or a sick dream because the feelings are beyond what I ever imagined. I’ve slept with a lot of women, but never in my life have I felt so completely overwhelmed by one. Seeing her, touching her…what the hell is happening here?
She begs for more and I give it to her, wishing she would tell me every damn thing she wants because all I want to do is give to her. Provide. I want to be the only man who can fulfill her.
