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Veronica

Shattered

I can tell he’s holding back. Even his first gentle thrust sends a shockwave through me. The feeling of his thick cock back inside me bringing me so close to an orgasm, my back arching against the bed. His next thrusts are harder and deeper. His hands are on my thighs pulling my body into him each time as he finally buries himself in me to the hilt, his balls slapping against me with each thrust.

“Fuck. You’re so fucking deep,” I moan, my hands grasping for his ribs to feel his hard body.

“Your pussy takes all of me so fucking well,” he says, grinning as he keeps pounding me.

His words drive me mad, the want, the need in them. The way he looks at me stirs something inside me that I feel all the way through my clit and pussy, making me clench around him, only increasing the intense sensation of pleasure. I can feel what’s becoming a welcome and familiar sensation start to build in my core, the need to come thanks to this man.

“Please, don’t you dare fucking stop,” I say locking eyes with him. A glassy look in his eyes starts to take hold.

“I’m not stopping until I leave you shattered on my cock, Ronni,” he says, his deep raspy voice pushing me closer and closer.

He leans over me now, bringing his knees on to the bed. He grips my legs behind my knees, pushing them further back, his cock somehow impossibly deeper in me with each push of his hips.

I run my hands over his chest, gripping his chest hair, watching my nails digging into the muscular flesh, desperate to brace myself for the orgasm that I know is about to rock me.

He dips his head down, letting me feel his heavy exhales on my forehead.

“Let go. Come for me,” he says, his voice deep but fraying as his breathing quickens. He gets his wish as I feel my body shatter.

Holy shit.

No toys, no fingering my clit, just his hard cock bringing me here, convulsing and melting into his body, pure ecstasy running through every fiber of my being.

Where did this man fucking come from?