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“Make me scream. Fuck me and make me yours.”

He chewed on his lower lip and squeezed my hips. “Hell yes.” He stepped away. Foil ripped, followed by the shick of his zipper. I hung my head, anticipating.

His fingertips circled my hole, smearing lube there, and then the tip of his cock nudged against my hole. I resisted the urge to thrust my ass back onto his length and instead let him take his time.

He began to push inside. As he split me open, the thickness burned a little, but I loved it. I kept my palms braced on the countertop as he thrust the whole way in, a bit longer and thicker than I’d anticipated. Mmmm, fuck yes. If I got to get screwed hard by him every day of the week, I’d die happy.

“Fuuuuck, Hen, you feel so damn good,” he moaned.

“Fuck me.” I needed him to thrust inside me more than I needed my next breath.

He shifted back and forth in tiny strokes. Bliss fluttered through me, increasing as he drew back farther and thrust in harder. Jacob pushed all the way in again, this time nailing my prostate. Pleasure flared through me hard and fierce, and I didn’t restrain my long, low moan.

He picked up the pace, gliding with a precision that hit me in the perfect spot over and over again. The breath punched out of me, and the sensations grew stronger with each pass.

“Oh god.”

Sweat prickled on my palms, and I slid across the counter with each thrust inside me as he fucked me like a rag doll. His hot, thick length split me open, and my cock throbbed, my balls aching to empty. I was so damn close to detonation, and we’d just started, but this was Jacob. I’d been attracted to him for far too long, and the truth that we were dating settled in my gut. We could do this whenever we damn wanted.

And god, I’d be begging for him constantly.

He fucked me hard and fast. The power of his movements, the way his big body felt behind me vaulted me higher. He seemed to have a direct line on my prostate, and fuck, I wouldn’t last long with how he railed me into oblivion.

“You feel like silk, baby.” He continued to pump inside me. My breaths came out unsteadily, and my vision blurred as drops of sweat prickled my eyes.

I babbled, my words unintelligible as he fucked me so hard I soared. God, he was so big and sexy, and I loved the way he enveloped me, how his chest pressed against my back as he railed me against the counter. My lashes fluttered, and the hits of pleasure kept coming until I couldn’t process anything but the feeling of his body wrapped around mine, his cock buried deep inside me, and the desperate ache in my balls.

“Need…to…come,” I forced out, even though the words slurred.

“Thank fuck.,” he breathed out. “I do too. You feel too damn good.”

He pounded into me a little harder. My vision shook, and sweat plastered strands of hair to my forehead. Our skin was sticky as it collided, but every time he drove home, I relished the sting.

“God, Hen,” he moaned. “Fuck, I want to stay buried in you forever.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” His thick cock inside me, delivering that bliss twenty-four seven sounded divine.

He reached around me and wrapped his palm around my cock.

Oh, fuck. Game over.

A few strokes of the massive hand around my cock were all it took to unleash the tension coiling inside me.

My balls drew up, and I came hard. My release shot out of me with enough force to steal my breath away. I closed my eyes, riding out the flood of pleasure coursing through my veins hot and heavy.

Jacob fucked me through my orgasm, his thick length driving into me relentlessly. I succumbed to the sensations, to the feel of him thrusting into me as I floated in this space.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned. A second later, he curled over my back, his chest pressed against it as his cock throbbed inside me.

We remained like that for moments, minutes, hours; who knew? Just him and me in the quiet of his kitchen, the only sound our ragged breaths.

I wanted to stay in this place as long as possible, with him surrounding me, inside me. Yet, he finally pushed up and slowly drew out. “Goddamn.”

I winced at the sting, even though I’d relish the fuck out of the feeling the rest of the day.

I braced myself on the countertop, knowing I’d need to move but not wanting to. My legs were jelly, and collapsing into a couch or bed would be the damn best, but that meant extricating myself from my current spot.

The sound of water echoed through the kitchen, and a second later, something warm and wet swept over my skin, down my back, my ass cheeks, and then my hole. A lump formed in my throat at the way Jacob took care of me without being asked. His sweetness was one of the things that had drawn me to him from the start, and that persisted after he’d fucked me like a beast.