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He pushes me down onto the mattress and settles between my legs.

“We’re going to go slow. You make me lose my head, and I was being a little too hasty before.” He’s referring to when I was in his lap, and he’s probably right. With his size, I will more than likely need a little time to adjust, but I doubt I would have thought of that in the heat of the moment. I was ready to hop onto his dick like it was a pogo stick.

“Sure you don’t want me to go down on you first?”

I dig my nails into his bare ass. “If you don’t fuck me before room service arrives, I will murder you.”

He chuckles, palming his dick as he starts to rub the fat head over my sensitive clit. “Okay, okay. You don’t have to beg, baby.”

I’m too lost in the feel of his cock rubbing me to focus on the fact that he called me baby. Or the fact that I liked it.

“God, you’re so fucking wet. All this for me?”

I angle my hips, needing him inside me. “Yes.”

“If your pussy wasn’t so damn tight, I could just slip in, but I remember just how well you squeezed my cock, so we’re gonna take a little at a time. Okay?”

I want to scream,hell no, and tell him just to shove it all in and fuck me already, but the rational part of me does actually remember how tight of a fit it was. So I just nod instead.

The way his large palms grip my hips makes me feel tiny in comparison to his large frame as he angles me just right and pushes in.

“So tight,” he grits out.

“More,” I beg.

I wrap my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass as I squeeze my inner walls around him.

“Fucking hell, Zara.” He slides in deeper, and we both moan. “Do that again.” I do, and his eyes practically roll back in his head.

He’s just as big as I remember, but it’s easier to take this time around. Either my body has a good memory, or all those orgasms last night prepared me in advance, because after a moment or two, I’m begging him to move.

“You sure?” Always so attentive.

“Yes!”

He thrusts deep, and I cry out as he buries himself to the hilt.

“So good,” I murmur.

“So good,” he echoes, before he pulls me back into his lap. I adjust myself, preferring my legs to be on either side of him, so I can straddle him. He’s patient as I make myself comfortable, scattering kisses on my shoulders as he runs his hands over my breasts to pinch my nipples.

For several minutes, we’re like this. Just taking our time as we explore each other’s bodies. He kisses me as I slowly rock back and forth, feeling the pleasure build like a rising tide.

Until I feel like I’m burning from the inside.

Our kisses turn fervent as my body demands more.

More, more, more.

“That’s it, Cupid. Ride me.” My hips start to move as my back arches and my tits bounce. “Yes. Fucking ride my dick.”

I’m lost to the feeling of his body in mine.

He pulls one of my pebbled nipples into his mouth and sucks hard as I let out a fevered moan. His hands are everywhere. On my ass, rubbing my clit. Finally, when he must be getting close, he pulls back and says, “Touch yourself, Zara.”

And then he grabs my hips with both hands and pushes us forward until my back hits the mattress again. He grabs both of my ankles and throws a leg over each shoulder. Oh my god, I’ve never had sex like this before. It’s wild and unhinged. It’s passionate and intense.

His hand grabs my waist, and then he starts fucking me like a man possessed.