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Oh… fuck yes!

I’d developed a weakness for what we were doing, but the conditions had to be right. Jason was the master of putting me in a raunchy mood. He knew that sweet spot too, between three and four glasses of wine. When I was relaxed enough to enjoy it. Still sober enough to savor the feeling of being packed so deliciously full…

You love it and you know it.

I did. I really, really did.

“Oh, FUCK me…”

Jason’s hands were like clamps, holding me in place. Pounding me forward against the window with my skirt hiked up and my high heels on and my hot breath fogging the glass. The sensations were overwhelming. The view was dizzying. Down below I could see lines of headlights and taillights, people walking the streets like ants. Totally oblivious to what we were doing. Blissfully unaware I was up here in this beautiful hotel suite, staring breathlessly down at them, watching them while getting screwed deep in the ass…

“Oh Jason… oh, yes… YESSSSS…”

It was so dirty. So filthy and wrong and yet perfectly right. Jason fucked me fiercely as I bucked back against him, driving my warm supple cheeks against his hard lower body. His cock was a steel rod, buried inside me. I impaled myself on him out of sheer need and wanton desire, gasping with the exertion, sucking in every breath through my teeth as I felt one strong hand slide its way downward, between my legs..

“Oh… oh baby…”

His hand was warm and slick, his fingers firm. I could feel the first one gliding through my slit, then pulling me upward. Granting access for the others to begin rubbing my clit…

Ohhhhh…

Small, tight circles. Over and over. Pressing and rubbing a

nd drilling into my sensitive pink button, even as Jason continued pounding away, not missing a single stroke as he drove the full length of his shaft, over and over, into my ass.

I could’ve lasted, had I wanted to. Thankfully I didn’t. I let go right away, dropping my resistance. Reaching back with one hand to grab his head… pulling him forward against me at the penultimate moment of my impending climax.

“Come for me!”

I gasped the words like a beggar. Like I was starving for it. Like I’d do anything…

“Jason… oh baby… please come…”

I felt it before I heard his groans, one last thrust followed by two powerful contractions… deep in my bowels. I clenched tightly around him, heightening his own orgasm, coming around his fingers even as he emptied his balls into my hot, forbidden channel. His fingers dug into my hips, clenching me, holding me still while he grunted and groaned and filled me from within. Every sound was music to my ears. Every sigh, every growl — it was all part of the same magnificent symphony. The wonderful song of our dripping hot, mutual finish.

My long legs quivered as he held me motionless, the muscles corded tightly while standing tall in my heels. Then Jason dropped to his knees and removed them, one by one. Releasing them… Rubbing them in his palms…

Oh my God.

It was like having another orgasm, right then and there.

He carried me to the bed. Undressed me. Kissed me all over again. For a while we just lay there basking, playing with each other’s bodies. Tracing our fingertips over each other’s warm skin. Jason’s was tan but hairless, his sun-bronzed flesh stretched over mountains and ridges of muscle. Mine was all pale and porcelain and flawlessly smooth.

“I love you,” I breathed, kissing him tenderly. His lips, like the rest of his body, felt like playing with fire.

Jason’s eyes burned into mine. His expression was deep. Placid. Serious.

“Not half as much as I love you.”

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JASON

The moment stood out in high-relief for me; Sammara’s warm body, writhing beneath my grasp. Screwing back against me in a mess of hair and sweat and oil… the pleats of her skirt bouncing sexily around her slender hips as I exploded inside her.

Sexually she was a total dynamo — every bit my equal. But it wasn’t just that. It was also physically, emotionally, mentally…

She was everything I’d ever wanted.