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And out.
My cock continues to stroke her walls as she clamps down harder on me.
“Please, Marc. Faster, please. Don’t make me beg.”
Hearing my name come out of her mouth as a moan has my balls ready to explode.
“Fuck, Staci. I love how you say my name.”
I thrust into her tight channel, needing to hear her scream my name in ecstasy. My thumb circles her little bud and I’m rewarded with her hips lifting off the mattress.
I circle faster as my thrusts get more erratic.Damn, I’m so close, but I’m not finishing unless she does first.
“So… close.”
I angle my hips to stroke her g-spot and I feel her walls grip my cock and hold on.
She digs her hands deeper into her cover as she leans her head back, closes her eyes, and screams through her release. “Oh, fuck! Marc, yes!”
I stop thrusting as my cock tenses and spills itself all over her inner walls.
“Marc.” She sighs as she slowly comes down from her sigh.
Her face looks angelic, flushed, and content.
I’ll spend the rest of my life making her as happy and sated as she appears to be right now.
After a few moments of staring at her face, I lean forward and press a soft kiss to her lips. She lazily kisses me back for a few moments.
I wish time would stop so we can stay like this forever, but unfortunately, we still have a lot to do.
She heads to the bathroom to clean up as I grab a box from the living room to pack up the rest of her clothes and shoes.
Heading into the closet, I grab the few pairs of remaining shoes and put them in the bottom of the box before packing hoodies, dresses, and tank tops on top.
Staci clears her throat from behind me. “You’re leaving them on the hangers?”
“Yeah. There isn’t that much left, unless thereare still a lot of clothes in your dresser out in your room.”
“There’s some stuff, but not a lot.”
When the closet is empty, I carry the box to Staci’s dresser and help her put the rest of her clothes in the box.
I tape up the box before carrying it to the garage.
Joining Staci back in her room, I say, “Since your bed is still usable, we can put it in the second bedroom and get rid of mine.”
She walks over to me and places her hand on my arm. “I don’t want you to have to get rid of your stuff just because I am moving in with you.”
And I don’t want it to feel like just my house. I want her to move her stuff in and put her touches on every room.
“I could say the same to you about your belongings. Besides, I can always give my mattress to my parents for their guest room so they can get rid of their tiny daybed.”
She glances at her bed. “If you think they won’t mind.”
“They won’t.”
I don’t think it will take much to get them to get rid of the daybed. Dad’s been wanting to get rid of it since the day Mom brought it home.