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“What?”

I looked at him, and then between my legs. “I want to watch you fuck me.”

He grinned a sly grin. “Okay.”

Slowly, and rhythmically, he began. I raised my hips and gazed between my legs. In and out, his entire length traveled, bringing me closer to climax with each stroke. Seeing his girth stretch me open was nothing short of a miracle, and I found it fascinating.

Every woman wants to believe her pussy is tight. I knew mine was, because for the last five years, sticking one finger inside of it caused me to come repeatedly.

Watching his thick dick disappear inside of me over and over was driving me insane.

“Faster,” I breathed.

He increased his pace slightly. With it, each stroke became fractionally more intense.

I fixed my eyes between my legs. “Faster.”

I watched his slippery shaft as he pulled his hips back, then held my breath with every forceful thrust. Each time his hips slapped against my inner thighs, the breath shot from my lungs.

I glanced up. “Harder,” I begged.

Washed with intensity, his face wore a slight – yet satisfactory – grin.

“Okay,” he said.

He pounded himself into me, slamming the soft skin of the tip of his dick into my cervix with each powerful thrust. Every stroke brought with it a savage grunt. Having seen all there was to see, and knowing I was on the cusp of bursting, I closed my eyes and relaxed onto my back.

“Bite my titties,” I begged as I collapsed onto the bed. “Please.”

Maintaining his pace, he fucked me like he was mad at me, which was exactly what I had hoped for. His mouth moved back and forth between each boob, sucking and nibbling until the combination of everything simply became too much for me to handle.

My body tensed, my eyes opened, and my pussy clenched his dick like a vise.

“I’m gonna--”

He lifted his head. “That makes…two…of us.”

With his eyes locked on mine, and his hands caressing my breasts, he worked his hips back and forth methodically until my body began to tremble.

A tingling ran through me. Overtaking my senses and leaving me brainless, it shot though me from head to toe. Incapable of doing anything but enjoying the fire that burned between my legs, I moaned. I shouted. I sank my fingers into the flesh of his muscular back.

And, I came.

Repeatedly.

I felt his shaft swell. Two strokes later, he erupted inside of me.

A period of time passed. A period I couldn’t identify. Still on my back, but now with his chest against mine and his head on my shoulder, I held him in my arms. Satisfied that he’d fucked me mindless, I simply held his body against mine, hoping the moment could last forever, but knowing it never would.

Fearing that he’d stand and put on his clothes at any instant, I closed my eyes and hoped he’d give me at least a few minutes of enjoying our bodies being pressed against one another.

“Have you got anything you need to do?” he asked, his tone soft and flat.

“No,” I whispered.

“I don’t want to seem like a weirdo,” he said. “But can we lay here for a while? Just like this?”

I didn’t move. I didn’t squeeze him, kiss him, open my eyes, or do so much as draw a breath. I simply gave my response.

“Yes,” I whispered.

I remained motionless, holding onto him – and to that moment – for an immeasurable amount of time. At one point, he hummed softly for a moment, reassuring me that he was awake, but he didn’t speak.

Then, as my eyes grew so tired that they began to flutter, he twitched.

Then, he fell asleep.