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“No, no. Please don’t stop. More of this. This is ... so good,” she pants.

And I go on. My head is buried in her neck as I fuck her hard, as hard as I can, as hard as I want to, as my hips drive me to, using her own body as leverage, her arms flailing helplessly to the sides. She moans grow louder and louder.

“Tell me if you can’t come like this,” I say. “I don’t want to leave you hanging.”

“Maybe move up my body a little,” she says. “More friction ... on the clit.”

I do as she says and keep the same rhythm, but now the base of my cock grinds against her clit, and—

“Oh, my fucking God, Joe, yes, harder...” She sounds like she’s close to tears.

I don’t think I can stave off my own orgasm much longer. “Liz... Baby... Are you close?”

“Yes... Yes... Joe... Fuck... Yes!” She screams so painfully and for so long, her body convulsing with pleasure in my tight embrace, and I finally allow myself to let go completely. I let go of her shoulders, pull up on my hands, and piston my hips through her spasms, through her wails, through a blinding surge of pleasure exploding from behind my balls and through my body, and I pump pump pump until I come into her sated, whimpering form.

I am so completely overwhelmed, I might black out for a moment. My elbows buck and I fall on top of Liz, giving her all my weight.

We lie like that for I can’t tell how long, me probably suffocating her, her legs still wrapped around my middle, arms holding me close, short nails gently scratching my neck and shoulders.

“Am I killing you?” I ask.

“Nope. Don’t you dare move yet. This feels amazing,” she says.

“Lack of oxygen is amazing?”

“Yes.”

I chuckle and press down on her purposefully. She laughs and digs her fingers into my back.

“You might enjoy a bit of choking play,” I say. “I’m not really versed in it, but we can try.”

“It’s not that,” Liz says. “It’s more like I like to feel small and insignificant under you. I’ve never had that before.”

I push myself up on my hands. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve always felt ... huge. It’s nice to feel feminine and dainty.”

“You’re not huge. You’re very sexy.”

“I mean ... I suppose I am both. But with you I definitely just feel sexy. And I like that. I haven’t felt that before.”

I roll off her. “I don’t want to talk about your ex, but everything I learn about him makes me think he really sucks.”

She chuckles. “Yeah, I guess so. Sorry. He wasn’t that bad. I might have my own issues.”

“Still,” I say, “he should’ve made you feel super hot, which you are. And he should’ve gone down on you properly.”

She shrugs. “He ... didn’t like to do it.”

“He didn’t like to go down on you?”

“Yeah. He said he didn’t enjoy it, so he rarely did it, and I didn’t want him to force himself on my account.”

“His loss,” I say. “But let me guess, he liked the blowjobs?”

“Yeah. But I got the impression my technique wasn’t the greatest. That he’s definitely had better. He was always impatient with me.”

I groan. “That’s bullshit. You sucked my dick, albeit briefly, and there was nothing wrong with what you did.”