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He steps close, cock nudging my belly. Whispers in my ear. "You want to come, Bryn?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, please?"

"Then get on your knees and show me how that mouth looks wrapped around my cock."

I'm so pathetic. Quivering with need, I'm at a place of desperation where I'll do just about anything he asks. I sink to my knees and eagerly, greedily capture his huge, hard cock in my hands. And my god, what a magnificent instrument the man has. Thick enough that my thumb and forefinger don't quite meet around his girth, it's just… beautiful. Slightly lighter in shade than the rest of him, so long I can fit both hands around him one atop the other, and studded with delicious veins. His balls are heavy and tight against his body, wreathed in closely-trimmed black body hair.

I give him a few introductory strokes with my hands, watching his face for reactions. His eyelids flutter at my touch, and his abs harden, pull in.

"Fuck," he growls. "As good as that feels, I asked for your mouth, love."

I wrap my lips around him, stretching my jaw to accommodate his massive size. He groans in relief as I bob on him, taking more of him inch by inch. His hands go to my hair, holding onto my head, guiding me, gently but insistently pressuring me lower. He knows I can take him—and I do. I open my throat and take all of him—I start from the top, licking his tip, and then I wrap my lips around his glans and suckle there, and then I slowly take his length inch by inch, until his balls tap my chin. I grab the hard bubble of his ass and gulp, breathe raggedly through my nose as I work his swollen, pulsing shaft with my throat.

With a rough snarl, he drags himself away from me, cock leaving my lips with a loud pop.

“Now you can come," he growls in my ear.

He twists me to face the window, the movement rough and unapologetically aggressive. Cold glass crushes against my tits. Below, a clutch of people pass by, heedless of the view a few dozen feet up.

His fingers find my clit and swirl, swipe, and circle—plunge in, fuck deep. Pull out, smear against my clit. Drag teasingly up and down my seam, and then drive into my pussy, ripping a cry from me. All at once, I break apart, screaming his name.

"RUSH! Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod! RUSH!"

“That's it, Beautiful Bryn. Come for me. Come all over my fingers."

Three fingers inside me, he fucks me hard with them, thumb pressing against my clit, and then those fingers withdraw and drag my wetness against my throbbing clit, and I come all the harder.

"You on birth control?” he growls in my ear.

"Yes."

"You believe I'm clean?"

"Shut up and fuck me, Rush."

"God, you're amazing." He dips at the knees and I feel his cock nuzzle my entrance. "Put me inside you, Bryn."

I reach between my thighs and grasp his immense shaft and guide him to my pussy. Notching him just barely inside me, I twist my head to look at him over my shoulder. "It's been a while since I've been with anyone, and you're really fucking big, so be careful at first, okay?"

He doesn't answer me with words. Instead, he snags my hands and stretches them at arm's length overhead, using his body to press me flush against the cold glass of the window. His lips press to my ear, and for a moment, I'm lost in sensation—there's nothing in the whole universe except Rush. His massive body, hot skin, and hard muscles pressed up against me, my back to his front. Chest to my spine, hips to my ass, thighs to my hamstrings. That fat, plump head of his cock splitting my pussy apart. His breath on my ear, his rough, powerful hands grasping mine. He's imprisoning me between the window and his huge frame, and it makes me delirious with arousal and excitement.

"Is this how you want it, Bryn?" He rocks his hips a fraction, driving ever so slightly further inside me. "Slowly? Gently?"

I can only whimper, mainly because I'm desperate for more of him, for all of him. I tip my hips toward him, rocking in an attempt to get him deeper inside me.

Instead of giving me his whole length inside me, he teases another infinitesimal, fractional thrust. "Wouldn't want to hurt you, Beautiful Bryn. I want you to feel better than you've ever felt."

He writhes against me, abs tightening against my spine. His breath is rough in my ear, telling me he's more affected by his game than his casual, teasing tone implies.

"You want more, Gorgeous?"

"Yes," I breathe. "More."

I'm aching for the rest of him, my pussy spasming to swallow his thick, hot, rigid length.