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Fuck me, but she was a dream come true. I tore my shirt over my head, and only lowered the waistband of my sweatpants just enough to free my aching dick.

I took myself in my hand, squeezing until I felt the zing of pain. I needed that pain so I wouldn’t come the moment I entered her silky heat. I pressed the head of my cock against her ass, and brushed down, past her entrance, and lower, spreading her wetness to her clit. I repeated the move four more times. Up and down, up and down, coating both Harley and me with her.

“Carter, please,” she wiggled her ass in an attempt to get me to stop teasing both of us.

In one swift move, I surged inside her, “Gaddamn, I could fuck this cunt for eternity, never coming up for air.”

“Carter,” she moaned low, her head flying up, her wild hair going everywhere.

“Buckle up, Dynamo. I’m going to fuck you raw.”

I moved. With each thrust her pussy clenched around me tighter, trying to choke the cum out of me.

“Fuck me, but you’re a goddess. Such a good girl for me. Push back, Dynamo. Use me. Use my dick. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

It was like something snapped between us then.

She reared back without a trace of control.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the air, the smell of us together felled me. Fueled me.

“Do you hear that, Harley? Can you smell it? Such a perfect combination,” I grunted looking down at her bouncing ass.

“Fuck me,” She gasped. “I do, Carter. It’s the most beautiful music.”

I hummed and reached down.

Stopping mid glide, I tickled my fingers around the entrance, where we were joined and scooped up her wetness. “I’m gonna claim all of you.”

I trailed my fingers up, and wet her asshole. “Yes,” she hissed.

Gliding in and out of her slowly, I pushed my thumb into her ass.

Her muscles gripped my cock.

“Damn, baby, heaven.” I sputtered as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. “You have no idea how good you feel, everywhere.” I grunted.

“More, Carter,” she demanded, her head dropping down, her forehead rolling on the mattress.

“Hold on,” I hissed, and started thrusting.

In what felt like ten seconds, Harley whipped her head back up.

“Carter,” she shrieked, her back bowing, and then she collapsed on the bed.

“That’s it, Harley,” I breathed. “Ride that wave.”

I bucked into her, pressure building rapidly in my balls, and surging through my cock. I then stilled, burring to the hilt in my Dynamo. The wave of the most intense orgasm took hold of the base of my spine, spreading through me until it took away my ability to stay standing.

I collapsed on top of Harley, pushing her down to her belly.

“That was, That was..” she panted. “I don’t even know what that was.”

I rolled then, taking her with me, and pulling her on top of me, making sure I didn’t slip out.

“That was us,” I said simply.

We lay there, both of us quiet, catching our breath. I didn’t ever want to get up.