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I tighten my grip on her tresses, groaning along with the feel of her breath along my steel-hard cock.

“Suck on it.”

Her eyes meet mine as she runs her tongue from the base of it to the top. “Is that what you want?” she asks in a voice that only comes with confidence.

I nod, unable to answer my woman with coherent words. I feel like I did when I got my first blow job at fifteen-years-old. The anticipation is killing me.

Shit gets real when she wraps those pretty lips around my dick. She takes it slowly, sucking all over me, like she knows what she’s doing.

She keeps sucking and licking, bringing me so close to coming all down her throat. Her gaze obediently stays on me as she picks up speed. It’s taking everything in me not to thrust as hard as I can in her mouth, fucking her with everything I have.

When I can’t take another second of her exquisite torture, I order her to stop and toss her juicy ass back into the middle of the bed.

“Get on your hands and knees right the fuck now, Karma.”

“Okay,” she says, her face flushed with desire.

“You want to suck me off like a pro? You’re going to get fucked like a pro.”

I climb on the bed and line up the tip of my dick to the entrance of her pussy, which is dripping wet.

“Hold on, baby. This is going to be a bumpy ride.”

I thrust myself inside of the hottest pussy I’ve ever been in and my eyes roll to the back of my head. My goal is to fuck her senseless, but the joke may be on me. I might come way before she does.

I go deeper as she claws the sheets.

“Bronx!”

And deeper.

“Oh god!”

“Damn, this pussy is good,” I say through lusty groans, slapping each of her ass cheeks in between strokes.

“Ohhh!” she moans louder.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I say over and over as I fill her up with my release.

We both fall over in a heap on the bed.

“That was ridiculous,” Karma says, laughing with satiated glee.

“Ridiculous?”

“Ridiculously good.” She kisses me hard on the lips. “I love you so much.”

“You love how I make you come,” I joke, loving how much more comfortable she’s becoming in bed (and in general) with me. The two of us are finding a real good rhythm with each other.

She grabs my chin with her hand in much the same way that I would grab hers when I’m trying to make a point.

“No, I love you, Bronx Masterson. Don’t ever mistake that for good sex.”

“Good sex?”

“Great sex! Earth shattering sex. Now I get it, sex.”

My grin is so wide that I can feel it deep in the marrow of my bones.

“I love you too, baby.”

And even if I never find long lasting relief for the pain of my damaged throat, I know that Karma has healed something much more destructive and deeper than any knife wound could do to me.

She’s domesticated my monster.

And now he’s finally learned how to play well with others.

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