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Story: Hot Man
I get lost in the honey brown of his irises. Even though he’s right above me, fucking me and bringing me dangerously close to orgasm, I still have a hard time believing this is real. His body is solid, though. The touch of his hand on my most privateparts is impossible to write off as imagination. And his cock? That’s real. That’s anchoring me to this moment.
“Give it to me, Dax,” I beg, feeling like I’m on the brink of losing my mind. “I need you. I need it. Please. Please. Cum in me.”
“You want my cum, Chloe?” he asks, fucking me even harder. His orgasm is just as imminent as mine. “Is that what you want?”
“Please,” I whine, my grip on him tightening. “I’m about to cum. Wanna cum with you.”
“Yeah?” he says. “You wanna cum with me? Then go ahead. I’m right there. Your sweet pussy will get me there.”
It’s almost like his words flip a switch inside of me. My pussy clenches around him, and my orgasm washes over me. Dax’s name falls from my lips as waves of white-hot pleasure wash over me.
Just like he said, my body’s reaction to my climax milks his own out of him. He groans, connecting our mouths again to muffle the sound. His thrusts continue, steady and unrelenting as he pumps me full of his seed.
My head spins with the energy of our combined releases. I feel like I’m floating, being carried away from the stress of the world on a cloud of pleasure. If it weren’t for Dax continuing to kiss me over and over again, it would be easy to slip away from reality.
“I love you so much,” I sigh, wishing this moment would last forever.
“I love you too, Chloe,” he says, slowly pulling out of me. I can tell that he doesn’t want this to end either. “I’m so glad I found you.”
“Me too,” I reply, watching with a twinge of sadness as he tucks himself back into his pants. “You’ll be back home tomorrow morning, right?”
“I will,” he confirms, finding my pants and shoes. As he helps me put them on, he says, “But I wouldn’t complain if you and Cameron came to visit me tonight. I’m sure the guys would love to thank you for your cooking.”
“I didn’t really break my back over it,” I say. “But I’ll take the compliment.”
“That’s my girl,” he replies as he helps me to my feet. “You know, before you came along, we were living on frozen meals and instant–”
At that moment, the station alarm blares. I jump. Even though I’ve heard it regularly for five years, I’ve never gotten used to it. Dax, however, springs into action. He gives me an apologetic look before pressing a quick kiss to my lips.
“I’ll see you later!” he says as he runs out of the room.
I stand in place for a moment, grinning to myself. Not only is my husband perfect for me, he’s a hero, too. Once I hear the fire engine leave, I head down the stairs to clean up the mess the men were forced to leave. And, if there’s still enough left, I might make myself a plate, too. Dax really knows how to make me work up an appetite.
“Give it to me, Dax,” I beg, feeling like I’m on the brink of losing my mind. “I need you. I need it. Please. Please. Cum in me.”
“You want my cum, Chloe?” he asks, fucking me even harder. His orgasm is just as imminent as mine. “Is that what you want?”
“Please,” I whine, my grip on him tightening. “I’m about to cum. Wanna cum with you.”
“Yeah?” he says. “You wanna cum with me? Then go ahead. I’m right there. Your sweet pussy will get me there.”
It’s almost like his words flip a switch inside of me. My pussy clenches around him, and my orgasm washes over me. Dax’s name falls from my lips as waves of white-hot pleasure wash over me.
Just like he said, my body’s reaction to my climax milks his own out of him. He groans, connecting our mouths again to muffle the sound. His thrusts continue, steady and unrelenting as he pumps me full of his seed.
My head spins with the energy of our combined releases. I feel like I’m floating, being carried away from the stress of the world on a cloud of pleasure. If it weren’t for Dax continuing to kiss me over and over again, it would be easy to slip away from reality.
“I love you so much,” I sigh, wishing this moment would last forever.
“I love you too, Chloe,” he says, slowly pulling out of me. I can tell that he doesn’t want this to end either. “I’m so glad I found you.”
“Me too,” I reply, watching with a twinge of sadness as he tucks himself back into his pants. “You’ll be back home tomorrow morning, right?”
“I will,” he confirms, finding my pants and shoes. As he helps me put them on, he says, “But I wouldn’t complain if you and Cameron came to visit me tonight. I’m sure the guys would love to thank you for your cooking.”
“I didn’t really break my back over it,” I say. “But I’ll take the compliment.”
“That’s my girl,” he replies as he helps me to my feet. “You know, before you came along, we were living on frozen meals and instant–”
At that moment, the station alarm blares. I jump. Even though I’ve heard it regularly for five years, I’ve never gotten used to it. Dax, however, springs into action. He gives me an apologetic look before pressing a quick kiss to my lips.
“I’ll see you later!” he says as he runs out of the room.
I stand in place for a moment, grinning to myself. Not only is my husband perfect for me, he’s a hero, too. Once I hear the fire engine leave, I head down the stairs to clean up the mess the men were forced to leave. And, if there’s still enough left, I might make myself a plate, too. Dax really knows how to make me work up an appetite.