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I closed my eyes, but his growl had them opening once more.

“When you're with me, I want your eyes, your mind, every fucking bit of you tuned in, here with me , understand?”

“I understand,” I said, watching like a hawk as his lips twitched.

“You understand what ?”

“I understand, Daddy,” I whispered, feeling naughty and delicious.

I bit my lip. Connor growled.

“Good girl. Now come on Daddy’s tongue so I can fuck you proper.”

Oh shit.

Connor used his shoulders to spread me wider, holding my pussy open with his hands, then he shoved that big, long tongue of his inside my channel and pressed his thumb against my needy clit. And I swear, I saw stars.

“That’s it. Such a good girl, my darlin’ Clementine, coming for me like that. Now, are you ready for my cock?”

“Yes, yes, Daddy, I’m ready,” I told him, because I was.

I really was .

“Move back,” he said, giving my sex a gentle love tap that sent tendrils of awareness spiraling up my spine.

“So fucking pretty.”

Connor stood and removed his pants, freeing his monster-sized cock from the confines of that fine, tailored material.

And it really was a monster. He grabbed his shaft with one hand, his fingers barely touching, squeezing his balls with the other. Then he climbed on the bed, stalking me on all fours like a predator.

“I knew you’d taste good. Like that vanilla citrus scent you wear,” he growled, and I cocked my head. “Now, let’s see how good you feel. You said you’re on birth control?” he asked.

“Y-yes.”

“Good. Cause I’m fucking you bare, Little Girl,” he grunted, notching his mushroomed head at my needy entrance.

I nodded my agreement, wondering if he needed me to speak. Something I was not sure I was capable of at the moment.

But that was all he said before shoving all his many, many inches inside me.

I gasped, wrapping my legs around him, holding him to me as my body worked to stretch around him.

This was like nothing I’d ever experienced. I suspected it would be. But not like this.

This was an invasion. A complete and total onslaught of sensation I was in no way prepared for. Especially once he started to move.

His hands were everywhere.

My tits.

My belly.

My neck.

My hips.

My ass.

He used his legs to spread my legs, working his heavy dick in and out of my heat in a steady rhythm that was driving me wild. I expected him to just slam into me, take his pleasure and go.

But Connor was not a young punk looking to get his kicks. He was older. Mature. And he fucked like a man with experience. Like a man who knew some things were best when savored, not rushed.

My mind was spinning. A whirlwind of emotions threatened to topple over me. But I couldn’t deal with that. So, I focused on how he was making me feel instead.

His warm breath tickled the skin on my lower ear as he whispered to me. Words of praise. Dirty words. Phrases that had my pussy contracting around him.

“Goddamn. Your pussy is fucking divine. Like it was made for me, Darlin’. Wanna stay buried in you all night long.”

I nodded, gasping as pleasure built slow and steadily inside me.

I wanted that too.

Wanted to keep him in my bed until the sun came up.

Wanted him to fuck me into tomorrow.

But the ability to speak was lost when Connor reared up, grabbing my hips and sitting me on his thighs while he drove into me with wanton abandon.

“Feel that. Feel me,” he growled. “I’m so fucking deep!”

And he was. So deep.

My orgasm slammed into me, burying me beneath wave after wave of unmitigated pleasure.

I had just enough rationale left to watch Connor as his movements turned jerky.

He looked so damn sexy.

Hair mussed.

Lips swollen from kissing me.

The shine of my slick still on his beard.

Then his jaw went taut, and he hissed between clenched teeth as warm jets of his cum painted me inside.

And that was all I needed to go off again, like a volcano. Pleasure spewed from me like hot magma, traveling through my body, down my veins, to every single nerve ending.

I’d never had sex like that.

Sex so big and so good it took over everything.

My mind.

My body.

My reason.

And dare I say it?

My heart.

Connor slumped on top of me, and we were both breathing like we’d just climbed a mountain.

Mt. Vesuvius , my inner voice joked.

“That was,” I whispered.

“Yeah. You okay?” Connor asked, his voice low.

I nodded, and he grunted his reply, kissing my neck. My eyes crossed.

Did he have to do everything so damn well?

Connor moved to his knees, pushing off me. His head canted as he ran his hands over my body.

“What?” I asked, squirming a little at the wet spot forming beneath me.

“Come on, Darlin’. Let’s grab a shower,” he said, moving off the bed, but not completely. Not until after he dropped another love tap on my sensitive pussy.

Why did I even like that?

I shook my head and took his proffered hand, standing up and watching unbelievably as he dipped his head to kiss me again.

I might have been fooling myself when I called this a one time thing. It felt too big for that.

And something told me it was only going to get bigger.