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Then again, it could be both.
“Your pussy feels so good,” he murmur red,the pace of his thrusts speeding up, “So fucking good.”
I squeezed down on him rhythmically, and hegroaned.
“Do you like that, my dragon?” I askedthrough the spikes of pleasure that each clench drove higher.
“You’re trying to make me come,” he saidwith a breathless laugh.
“Is it going to work?” I stretched my body,lowered my feet to dig my heels into the mattress.
“Faster than you might expect,” hewarned.
I grinned with satisfaction. I might behelpless to him, physically overpowered by his strong body and thehypnotic hold of his commands, but he was helpless to how much heloved the feeling of my cunt.
“Am I pleasing you, my dragon?” I asked, andgasped as his thrusts became more forceful.
“You know you are, princess.” He kissed meagain, his tongue stroking against mine, the scent of my pussy onhis lips, a groan trapped beneath us. He broke away, breathless.“You’re going to come again. Use your hand.”
I wriggled my fingers between us and rolledthem over my clit. It pulsed with oversensitivity that faded intoneed, and that need gripped my pelvis, bursting and spiraling outas I shouted my release.
He pulled out and moved fast to straddle mywaist, pumping his cock in his fist and tossing his head back witha growl before spraying hot streaks over my face, neck, and chest.He jerked off until every last drop landed on me, then sat back onmy thighs, gripping his still-twitching member.
“Fuck,” he panted, scrubbing his free handover his face. “What a way to wake up.”
I used the sheet to wipe the cum away frommy eyes and licked some off my lips. “How long were you going downon me before you woke me up?”
He shrugged. “Forty-five minutes,maybe?”
I laughed. “Oh, is that all?”
“I considered making you wait until we gotback to the apartment, but… I’m not that mean. And I wanted to havebreakfast here, because my chef doesn’t expect us back untillunchtime.” He swung his leg over me and laid down beside me. “Youlook so good with my cum all over your face, princess.”
“Mmm.” I scooped some off my chest with myindex finger and sucked it into my mouth. “Do you want to know oneof my favorite things about you in bed?”
“Please, stroke my ego,” he said.
“I love that you’re not quiet. Way too manyguys are quiet.” Not Matthew. He was one of the most vocal malelovers I’d ever been with. It was an incredible turn-on.
“A lot of men think it’s not manly to moanor express any enjoyment,” he agreed. “But I honestly can’t imagineholding all that back. What’s the point of restraint when you canlet go and let your partner know that you’re enjoyingyourself?”
“You seem to enjoy me quite a lot, then,” Iteased.
He rolled to his side and planted one bighand firmly on the mattress on the other side of my waist. “You’reright. I can’t get enough of you.”
His mouth covered mine; he didn’t seem allthat concerned about what he’d left to dry on my face. I lostmyself in the feel of his warm, hard body beside mine, the scratchof his morning stubble, until my stomach growling rudelyinterrupted us.
He lifted his head. “And that sounds like mycue to order us some breakfast.”
“It’s so weird to me that you can call downto room service in your mom’s house.” How did someone even feel athome in an environment that was basically a hotel?
I had to keep reminding myself that Matt wasused to this.
If I was going to stay with him, I wouldhave to get used to it too. From everything I’d seen this weekend,I would have to get used to a lot of things.
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We packed up to head back to the city, mylovely gowns zipped into their garment bags to await anotheroccasion. Because therewouldbe other occasions. As long asI was with Matt, this was the world I lived in.