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Before I get too accustomed to the shallow in and out movement, she drags my soaked fingers to the front of her sex. That’s where I discover a small bump. When I caress it, she moans and snaps her hips.

“Hmmm, good boy. You found my clit.”

My gaze drops to where I’m fondling the supposedly mystical spot that may or may not actually exist. “That was easy.”

Her laugh is husky. “Don’t get cocky. You still need to figure out how to pet it properly.”

The depth of my inexperience spanks my arrogance. I rely on trial and error while rubbing back and forth. She squirms, adjusting the angle slightly. It’s a hint I don’t take for granted. From there, I listen and watch for her cues.

Gemma resumes pumping my shaft. Lustful longing has me rocking into her strokes. My thumb swipes across her clit, rubbing faster when she mewls. Our tandem efforts propel us into a frenzy. Passion cinches around our wriggling forms, yanking us closer to release.

Pressure cradles my balls, but it’s more of a tease. I clench against the friction her timid grip provides. My cock thrusts faster into her lax hold.

“Don’t be afraid to squeeze me,” I murmur into her hair. “It won’t hurt, I promise.”

Gemma’s fingers clamp around me, molding to the shape of my shaft. A pleasant ache spreads from the tension.

“Ye-esss,” I garble. “Harder.”

She’s quick to obey. The taunt of relief tingles along the base of my spine. I flick her clit in time with her rapid pumps to my dick. The slap of skin and seduction envelop us. It’s hypnotic, tempting me to surrender. But I refuse to blow my load without her.

“Almost,” she reveals.

That spurs me on. My focus narrows in on the stimulation she needs. I hit the mark when tremors begin to twitch through her legs. And not a moment too soon, as the strain in my balls builds into an unrelenting force.

“Do it. Now,” she cries.

The command shoves me over the peak. Hot spurts erupt in a blinding wave. It feels like I’m being drained in the most euphoric sense. The release just keeps coming, compelling me to abandon all else.

My motions become sloppy and disjointed. By some miracle, Gemma is already lost in her own climax. She clings onto me as the relief grabs hold of her tight. Quakes shudder through her rigid form and I do my best to drag it out for her. We spiral in orgasmic bliss together until my damn teeth are numb.

“Fuck me,” she sighs after regaining some semblance of normal functioning.

“You said not in the trailer.”

Gemma’s palm thwacks my pec. “Such a smartass. Maybe I shouldn’t award you the Best Orgasm of My Life title.”

“Let’s not be hasty.” Meanwhile, my radiant grin could power an entire rodeo arena.

When she shifts slightly, a cringe pinches her features. “There’s a gallon of cum on me.”

I dare to glance at the sticky mess between us. “It’s possible. Your handjob was top tier.”

“Oh, whatever. It was adequate at best.”

“Hey,” I croon and press a gentle kiss to her pout. “You’re the best of everything for me. End of story.”

“We’ve barely done anything,” she retorts.

“I don’t need to have sex with you to know you intimately. We have a childhood of meadow memories. There are countless experiences nobody else will ever share with me. Those are enough to prove you’re made for me.”

Her huff is tinged with amusement. “There you go again. More funny business.”

I smile against her forehead, tugging her into my arms. “It’s the effects of that never ending ejaculation. Blew my mind. Let me bask in it.”

“Only for a minute.” She nuzzles me, pressing her nose to my neck. “And then we need to shower.”

My plans of lounging like a well loved sex doll fly out the window. “Together?”