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I stay still for a moment, adjusting to his size. He watches me with wonder, his hands gentle on my hips now, giving me time.

"You feel incredible," he murmurs.

I begin to move, rolling my hips in a slow rhythm. The sensation is overwhelming as I feel so full, so stretched, so perfectly connected to him.

"It's so fucking good," I moan, increasing my pace slightly. "Axl, it's so good."

His hands move to my breasts, cupping them as they bounce with my movements. I lean forward slightly, changing the angle.

"Suck my breasts,"

He sits up partially and wraps one arm around my waist to support me as his mouth captures one nipple. The new position drives him even deeper inside me, and I cry out at the intensity.

"Yes," I pant, grinding down harder. "Just like that."

He switches to my other breast, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak before sucking hard. The dual sensation of his cock inside me and his mouth on my breast pushes me closer to the edge.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs against my skin. "You're riding my cock like you were made for it."

His words ignite something primal in me. I move faster, chasing my pleasure with single-minded determination. He meets each of my downward movements with an upward thrust, driving himself impossibly deeper.

"I'm close," I gasp, feeling the pressure building inside me. "So close."

"That's it, baby," he encourages, and he slides his hand between us to circle my clit. "Let go for me. I want to feel you cum on my cock."

His touch is electric, precisely where I need it. My movements become erratic as the pleasure builds to an unbearable peak.

"Axl!" I cry out as the dam breaks, waves of ecstasy washing over me.

I clench my pussy around him as I cum hard. The intensity is so great that I feel a gush of wetness release from me, soaking us both.

"Fuck," Axl groans, his eyes wide with wonder. "Did you just…"

He doesn't finish the thought as his own orgasm overtakes him. With a guttural moan, he thrusts up one final time, burying himself deep as he pulses inside me. I feel the hot spurts of his release, filling me completely.

We stay connected for a long moment, both of us panting and trembling with aftershocks. When I finally lift myself off him, I feel his cum dripping from me, and running down my inner thigh in a way that should be messy but feels strangely intimate.

"Let's take a shower."

Axl and I stumble into his enormous bathroom, our limbs still weak from pleasure, unable to keep our hands off each other. We step under the warm water.

I close my eyes, letting it wash away the sweat and evidence of our passion. When I open them again, Axl is watching me with an intensity that makes my heart skip.

"What?" I ask, suddenly self-conscious.

"You're just..." he trails off, shaking his head slightly. "I can't believe you're real sometimes."

I laugh, reaching for the shampoo bottle. "I'm very real. Complete with bedhead and morning breath."

"Both of which I'm looking forward to experiencing," he says, taking the shampoo from my hands. "Let me."

He pours a generous amount into his palm and begins working it through my curls. His fingers massage my scalp with surprising gentleness, and I can't help the small moan that escapes me.

"That feels amazing."

"I'm a man of many talents," he murmurs, continuing his ministrations.

"So, I've noticed."