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She rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky you have a big dick.”
Con chuckled as he watched her turn around and bend over. He couldn’t resist rubbing his hands down her back then over her ass. Her body was beautifully made. Every curve was enticing. He smacked her ass and watched it jiggle. He’d never get tired of that.
“Every time you smack my ass, I get wetter,” Criss confessed to him.
He smacked her ass again. She groaned. He smacked her again.
“Con,” she moaned. “If you don’t start licking soon…”
Con dropped to his knees behind her. He spread her legs further apart before trailing his hands over her thick thighs. He couldn’t wait to have them wrapped around his waist while he pounded her pussy.
Con trailed his hands higher, until he reached her center. He used one hand to cup her sex. She was indeed wet, damn near dripping. He grinded his palm against her sex, drawing a moan from her.
Her sounds were turning him on. He gripped her thighs and lowered his face to her body. All it took was one taste and he was addicted. He delved his tongue between her pussy lips, drawing more moans from her.
The sounds fueled his desire to wring every drop from her. He licked her faster, loving the way she tasted. Her body trembled slightly as he devoured her. She rotated her hips, rubbing her pussy against his tongue.
He drank down every drop she gave him and still it wasn’t enough. He needed more of her. He needed all of her. Her legs started shaking slightly. She whispered his name. Her hips jerked.
Con tongued her down until she cried out and her juices rained over his tongue. He swallowed her essence, savoring it, savoring her, until she collapsed on the couch, spent. But he wasn’t done with her.
Con allowed her a second to catch her breath while he walked to the side of the couch and pushed the lever, causing the couch to elongate into a bed. He picked the condom up and opened it while Criss scooted toward the head of the couch.
“Your tongue felt,” she started, right before plopping back down on the couch. “Your tongue felt amazing.”
Smiling, he slid the condom over his cock. “Think you can handle more?”
“Always.” She winked and crooked her finger at him, beckoning him.
Con joined her on the let-out couch. She spread her legs as he neared her. He gripped her ankles and pulled her forward. Her giggles were adorable. He wrapped her legs around his waist and lowered his body to hers.
With his hands on either side of her head, Con lowered his head and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. Criss returned the passion. Her tongue mingled with his, teasing him. She raised her hips, rubbing her wetness against his cock.
Con reached between their bodies and gripped his erection. He rubbed the tip against her clit, causing her to moan in pleasure and deepen the kiss. He poised his cock at her entrance.
She tore her lips from his to whisper, “Now, Con. I need you inside me now.”
Con surged forward, drawing a gasp from both of them as he entered her. He knew he was a large man. He knew he should pause to give her body time to fully accommodate him. But he hadn’t expected being inside of her to feel this good.
He hadn’t expected her body to grip him tightly, like it never wanted him to leave. For those reasons, he couldn’t pause. He couldn’t slow down. He had no choice but to pull out and surge forward again and again, rocking her body with each powerful thrust.
Her legs tightened around his waist. She wrapped her arms around him as he thrust into her. Her nails clawed at his back. Pleasure and pain. He fucking loved it. Con grit his teeth to keep from moaning aloud.
Their bodies rocked until sweat glistened on their skin. Her moans filled the air. He tried his best to hold his in. He tried his best to keep her from hearing just how much she affected him.
He couldn’t. When she raised her hips, meeting him halfway, causing him to sink deeper into her, he moaned her name. And it wasn’t a perfect moan, like the ones she’d been emitting. It was a deep guttural sound from the depths of his soul.
“Damn it, Criss,” Con growled as he shoved into her. “Why do you have to feel so damn good?”
He pushed into her again, loving the way she writhed underneath him as he pounded her body. Nothing and no one had ever felt so good. It was official, he was addicted to Cristal Dawson.
He’d be damned if he let another man have her. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He refused to be without her. Would he call this love? No. He wouldn’t go that far. But this was something he’d never experienced.
Something he wanted to explore. Life with this beautiful woman would never get boring. He’d continue to be his domineering self. And she’d continue to challenge him at every turn.
She was the perfect female for him. Having her crashing into his car on the highway that day was the best thing that had happened to him in a long time. It’s true what they say, sometimes you don’t appreciate small blessings until it’s too late.
He was glad he hadn’t waited until it was too late to pursue Cristal. It would’ve been a damn shame if that had happened. It hadn’t. And he was thankful. He was thankful for every moment he’d had with her.
