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When he’s finished kissing me, he grips my ass and lifts me effortlessly into the air. My legs wrap around his hips as he presses my back against the wall. I spread my legs wide so he has full access to my pussy.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to be walking bowlegged for weeks.” His taunt only adds gasoline to the firestorm racing through me.
“Promises. Promises.” I can’t believe how turned on I am.
His cock presses against my pussy, and I squirm against the sensation. I want him inside of me.
Now.
I reach between us and guide him to my entrance.
“Eager?” His laughter is husky and raunchy.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Done talking, he thrusts into me, hard and fast. I loop my arms around his neck and hold on for the ride of my life as he slams me against the wall over and over again.
My body explodes with pleasure as he seats himself as deep as he can go. I gasp at the sensation of his cock filling me and pressing against my inner walls.
He’s so big, but I’m wet enough that he slides right in, making me ache for more. When he pulls out, then thrusts hard back into me, I cry out in pleasure.
His thrusts are steady, deliberate, and hard. The man didn’t lie about that. Each time he thrusts, his hips roll forward, seating himself deeper and deeper, until he’s pounding away at my pussy like a madman.
Hard and fast.
Rough and raw.
Just the way I like it.
He’s a perfect fit.
I tighten the grip my legs have on his hips and dig my nails into his shoulders. I try to match his rhythm, but it’s impossible with the way he pins me against the wall.
He’s too strong, too powerful.
Fuck, he’s a man on a mission.
The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the bathroom. His grunts and my moans meld into deliciously dirty sex.
He takes my mouth again. Our lips lock. Our tongues tangle. He swallows my moans as he drives me wild.
The heat between us builds until my pussy is on fire. He fucks me with vigor and strength until I can no longer hold back. My entire body quivers and he pays attention to the signals I’m putting off. When he senses I’m right on the edge, he whispers into my ear.
“Come for me, love.” His deep, husky voice catapults me right over the edge into oblivion.
I cry out as my second orgasm of the night rocks through me. I press my head against his shoulder and moan, enjoying the sensation of his cock filling me.
He grips my hips and pounds even harder into me than before. A man on a mission, I dig my nails into his back and bite his shoulder as he chases his release.
“Fuuuck…” He bends down and bites my neck, hard enough to leave a mark.
Normally, I hate that shit—the biting thing—but I love that he does it. Marking me like I’m his.
He thrusts harder. Faster. Burying himself deep inside of me. With a low growl rumbling in his chest, he comes hard as his hips rock violently in and out.
Then, it’s over.