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Game. Set. Match. Part II

To his delight, I sink to my knees. I grab his hands, place them at the back of my head, letting him know it’s okay to guide me.

He flips me over. Slaps my ass. I moan. 

He enters me again. This time, with force. I gasp. 

“Touch yourself,” he commands. 

I do as he drives into me. He’s so deep I feel dizzy. 

“Cum on my cock,” he orders. 

I oblige, quickening the circles over my clit. 

My pussy contracts around him as I cum again. It’s too much for him; he shudders as he cums. He grabs my ass cheeks as he shakes in pleasure. 

He collapses on the bed and extends an arm out—an invitation for me. I curl up on his chest. His heart is racing. 

“You have no idea,” he breathes, “how fucking good you feel.” 

I smile. 

Game. Set. Match. 

We were supposed to spend just the evening together. But we can’t get enough of each other.

Both sweaty post-sex, we get back into the shower.

To his delight, I sink to my knees. I grab his hands, place them at the back of my head, letting him know it’s okay to guide me.

“You are so fucking amazing,” he breathes, barely audible over the water.

He feels good in my mouth. Hard. Big. He’s responsive too. I feel him quiver. Moan.

I flick my tongue under the head of his cock. He goes crazy. He pushes my mouth further down his cock, pulsing. His legs, muscular, quiver. I lock eyes with his and his head rolls back. He oozes into my mouth. He tastes good. I swallow and tell him. He smiles.

We get dressed, both hungry. We get pizza, I insist on paying. We take it to a park and watch the sunset. Romantic stuff for a hookup.

“You can say no, but, would you maybe like to spend the night?”

I touch his knee, “I’d like that.”

We’re back at the hotel, door barely closed and he’s tearing off my clothes. I love how much he wants me.

He pushes me back on the bed. Then pushes a finger inside me. My back arches. I push his head down, “lick me,” I beg.

He kisses my thighs, teasing. Then licks me. Slow. Pleasing.

His tongue is fucking phenomenal.

“Moan into me,” I sigh.

He does. It creates a buzzing vibration that sends me over the edge.

“Don’t stop,” I order. “Just. Like. That.” My heart is racing. Thighs press against his head. He pulls me closer. Knowing what I need. Moans harder.

“Yes. Yes!” I scream. I cum. Shaking.

“Holy fuck,” I’m breathless. “Right now I’d do anything for you.”

“Seriously?” There’s a spark in his eyes.

I nod, eyes filled with pleasure and lust.

He stands up. Pulls me to the edge of the bed and sits me up.

“Wet my cock,” he orders. My mouth, happily, obliges.

He pulls my mouth off him. Slides his cock between my cleavage. I feel his body ripple with pleasure.

“Mmm, you like that?” I whisper, looking up at him with naughty eyes. I grab my tits, pressing them against him. I play with my nipples.

“Take your time, baby. Your cock feels so good on my tits.”

And it does. Truly. My breasts are so sensitive the feeling of his wet, hard cock sliding between them is amazing.

“Can I cum on your tits?”

I lock eyes with his. My naughty eyes are begging. “Cum wherever you like, baby.”

This is too much for him. He shakes, gasps. White and sticky he runs down me.

“Fuck,” he breathes, “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

I rinse off.

We sleep. Spooning, crickets chirp outside. His hands hold my breasts. We sleep deeply, exhausted from pleasure.

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