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"You are so welcome, baby girl."

He still hasn't withdrawn his fingers from my pussy. A new spark of warmth lights inside me, and it's too soon, but try telling my body that.

He notices, groaning. "Hungry pussy. Want more?"

I nod wildly. "Yeah. Yeah, please…"

His hand on my face holds me in place. "Okay. You just let me drive now. Gotta open you up. You're so tight, girlie…"

That seems impossible considering how much cock I've taken recently, but I'm not going to argue. I luxuriate into his touch, eating up his gentle praise as he keeps working me. Another finger slides in, and the stretch is intense. It only gets more so with the fourth.

A whine escapes me, but he pets my back soothingly.

"Shh, just take it, baby girl. I'm gonna fuck you real soon. That's what you want, right? Want Daddy's big cock plowing you open?"

That soundssooogood. "Yes, yes, please…"

"One more, first. Think you can come again for me?"

How could I not? I nod and close my eyes, giving it up. It feels so good to let him take control of my body. I concentrate on thepure pleasure he's wringing from me. He sets up a steady rhythm on my clit again, and before I know it, I'm right there…

"Do it, baby. Come, come for Daddy—"

I cry out again as another, softer orgasm rolls through me. He drives his fingers in deep, and I feel so full.

But not nearly so full as I'm going to be.

As the last aftershocks fade, he finally stills his hand. He pulls it free with a filthy, wet sound that makes my pussy clench again. I sound used, well-fucked and open, and I haven't even seen his cock yet.

He pats my ass and helps me to sit up.

"Strip," he orders.

I stand on shaky legs. His stare fixes on me. I feel it like a physical touch, and normally this sort of command would make me self-conscious and unsure, but if he wants it, then I want it, too.

I bend as seductively as I can and push my leggings the rest of the way down. My boots and socks go with them. I tease the hem of my top for a moment, gazing into his lust-drunk eyes. He raises a brow expectantly, and a hot flush of arousal surges through my body.

Maintaining eye contact, I nudge the fabric higher. Deandre licks his lips when my pussy is revealed. He's already felt how wet I am, but can he see it? Is the dampness all down the inside of my thighs visible even from here?

My vision is cut off when I peel the shirt up and over my head. I stand there in nothing but a bra for a moment, then reach to unclasp it and discard that, too. My breasts bounce free, heavy and full with need.

"Beautiful, baby," he murmurs. "Now come here."

He pats his lap. I climb up again, and it's all the more erotic, now that I'm naked and he's still half dressed.

He urges me forward, and I go easily. Our lips connect while I grind my bare pussy over the bulge in his jeans. Then he takes my wrists in his huge hands and hooks my fingers in his belt.

"Undress me."

Happily.

But not before taking advantage, at least a little bit.

God, his body is a feast. I run my hands over the bare skin of his chest for a moment. His chiseled muscles are a delight to the touch, his ebony skin smooth and hot. When I touch his nipples, he huffs a sigh into my mouth, and I grip his shoulders for a moment before returning to my task.

His belt gives easily beneath my hands. I undo the buttons on his fly, then reach inside. He's wearing silky boxer briefs. They're wet right over the head of his cock, which strains the fabric with its crazy length and girth. Jesus, is that thing really supposed to fit inside me? I'm wet at the thought of finding out, but I won't deny a frisson of anxiety.

I dip my hand beneath the fabric and give that hot, silky length a nice stroke. He grunts, bucking into it.