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I scramble over to the armrest and bend over it, and I hear the rip of the condom wrapper. I turn around and watch him over my shoulder as he slides it on, and he strokes himself a few times, letting out a low grunt as he does it.
The whole view is like something I dreamed of in a sexy fantasy, but this is my reality.
He grabs the bottle of lube from the couch, and I hear him squeeze the bottle.
And then I feel his heat as he moves in behind me. He slides his finger through me again then grabs onto my hip with one hand while he aligns himself with my slit. He glides through me and lands on my clit, and he teases me there for a few beats before he slides his giant cock up to push himself all the way into me.
We both moan once he’s all the way in, and he holds himself steady as my body gets used to his size. It’s not painful at all this time, but he’s stretching me to fit all the way in, and all that lube is just making him feel like heaven.
He pulls back and slowly eases forward again, going deep into me, and I have the sudden need for friction.
“Can you go faster?” I ask, my voice a little low, a little tentative.
“It’s okay to tell me what you want, baby,” he grunts. He picks up the pace a little, and it feels so good. So damn good.
But it’s still not enough. I want him to push me to the edge.
“Faster,” I say with a little more confidence this time.
He moves a little faster, and God, yes, it’s so good.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands.
I feel weird saying it, but I do it anyway. “Touch my nipples.”
My breasts swing beneath me, and he reaches around to grasp one of them in his palm. He takes my nipple between his thumb and the side of his forefinger and rolls it, and yes, that’s exactly what I needed.
“Oh God, yes!” I scream.
He’s bucking into me more wildly now with shorter strokes, and I can tell he’s getting close.
He’s still gripping my hip with his other hand, his fingers digging in as he tries to hold himself off so we can come together.
He leans over me so I can feel his heat along my spine, and his lips find my neck as he continues to pound into me and roll my nipple. He lets go of the one to grapple for the other, and his hot, growly moans as he pounds into me are going to be my undoing.
“Fuck, Ava, your pussy is so goddamn tight. Tell me again how this is my cunt,” he grunts.
“It’s yours, Grayson. Only yours.” My own voice sounds like a whiny cry to me, but it spurs him on as he lets go of my hip to reach for my other breast.
“These tits are mine, too,” he declares.
“You own me,” I cry. “All of me.”
“You’re goddamn right, I do,” he says, and he rolls both my nipples as he drives into me a little harder, a little faster.
I cry out as my body starts to tighten, and then he reaches down with one of his hands to caress my clit as he slows the shorter thrusts to long, deep strokes—as if he knows exactly what my body needs before I need to ask him.
It’s my undoing.
I scream out incoherently, some mix of his name and the fact that I’m coming and a bunch of curse words, as my body tightens and contracts beneath him. He moans as he feels my come drenching his cock, and he glides easily in and out of me as he waits through my release. It’s long and it hits me hard, and once it starts to slow, my body trembles.
He moves his hands back to my hips as he keeps plunging into me with those deep, wonderfully slower thrusts. I want to make him come, too, so I reach down between us and make a V with my first and second fingers around his cock as it slides in and out of me. I twist my hand and reach a little lower with my other fingers to grasp lightly onto his balls.
“Holy fuck,” he says, and I feel his balls tighten in my gasp. A loud roar fills the room as he starts to come, and I keep doing exactly what I’m doing as he rides out his orgasm. As soon as he’s done, he pulls out of me and helps me up, spinning me around before grabbing me up into his arms—literally. He’s carrying me like I weigh nothing, and his cloudy, hazy eyes fall to mine. He presses his lips to mine gently before pulling back. “Jesus Christ, Ava. That was…” He trails off as his eyes glaze over.
“Amazing,” I say softly.
He nods, and he carries me around the couch, through the bedroom, and to the bathroom. He sets me on the ledge of the tub then turns on the water and runs a washcloth under it. He returns to me, and I expect him to just hand me the washcloth, but he doesn’t. He pushes my knees open then uses the washcloth to wipe me clean before he takes care of the condom.
