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My orgasm hits me so hard that my legs shake and my eyes roll to the back of my head. Before I can even move my limbs, I’m hoisted up.
“Wrap your legs around me, baby.” Anderson’s words bring me off my cloud slightly. I do as he says. My arms go around his shoulders, and his face is still buried in my neck.
“Where are we going?” I ask in a daze when Anderson starts moving away from the wall.
“The bedroom. We need condoms,” Anderson says, his long strides eating up the distance.
When we get to his bedroom, he gently puts me down on the bed. He stands to his full six-foot-two height. I admire the way his suit clings to his body. Anderson slowly peels the jacket away from his shoulders. I can tell by the smirk on his bearded face and the twinkle in his crystal blue eyes that he’s teasing me.
“Are you giving me a show, Magic Mike?” I question with a raised brow. I bite my plump bottom lip seductively to let him know I’m not at all opposed to the idea. The Vegas striptease comes to mind, and my mouth waters.
“Do you want another show, doll face?” Anderson says in that sexy low voice that makes my girlie parts drip.
“Hmmm.” The low hum is the only noise that I feel comfortable making. If I try to talk while Anderson reveals his magnificent body to my greedy gaze, I might swallow my tongue.
Anderson continues pulling off his tailored garments. I watch his every move like I’ve never seen him naked before. Every time is like the first, and I don’t want to miss a thing. Once he’s down to his boxer briefs, I lick my lips.
I can see the outline of Anderson’s thick erection, and before I can overthink my actions, I reach out and tenderly grab him. I caress his growing manhood tenderly, admiring how hard he is. When I help him tug down his underwear, I get the full effect.
Anderson feels like hot steel wrapped in satin. I use both my hands to touch him just the way he likes. I move my hands up and down his shaft with enough pressure to have his pearly white essence leaking from the tip.
“Okay, baby, s-stop before I cum.” Anderson snatches my hands away from him as if my touch is killing him. He straddles my body as he pushes me down on the bed, holding my hands over my head.
Anderson hovers over me with a look in his eyes that I can’t quite name. It makes me want to touch his face, but my hands are trapped above my head.
“What is it?” I ask in a soft whisper, afraid that I will break the magic swirling between us.
“I’ll tell you later.” He gives me a shy smile that I’ve never seen, then kisses me with such tenderness that I melt into the fluffy bed.
Anderson leaves me for a second to grab a condom from the bedside table, he puts it on, and he’s back hovering over me before I can blink. The shy smile is gone, and the predatory gleam that I’ve come to know and love is present.
As he pushes inside of me, the stinging pleasure of the intrusion is a welcome relief. My core throbs as it grips Anderson’s pulsating rod. His dick feels amazing, but when he starts to move after giving my body time to adjust, my legs begin to shake once again.
“Baby, please… I! Oh! Oh!” I can hear myself screaming, but the sensations feel so good I can’t stop.
Anderson swivels his hips as he gives me long, hard strokes that steal my breath. I wrap my legs around his body and thrust upward as our hips meet in a dance as old as time. Anderson lifts one leg up so he can stroke at a different angle. The move puts him in direct contact with my g-spot. I yell out a language I’m pretty sure I just made up, but English words are too hard to form.
I can’t stop myself as the nonsensical words bubble up and out every time he hits that magical spot. It feels so freaking good and the words become a mix of noises between unladylike moans and weird sounding words.
“I didn’t know you were bilingual, baby.” Anderson gives me a seductive smirk as he continues stroking, hitting my spot. He knows he’s making me feel good because my core is soaking wet, and I can feel the dreamy expression on my face.
“It… just… feels… so…. Oh…Shit!”
“There it is!” Anderson darkly chuckles as he keeps pumping his hips. I want to tell him to stop, but I’d lose this extraordinary feeling. I’d be lying anyway. I don’t want him to stop, but I don’t know what to do with all these sensations erupting inside of me.
“Oh, God!” I yell out as the rippling orgasm intensifies.
Anderson goes completely still when I open up my eyes. He’s biting his plump bottom lip with a look of both agony and ecstasy dancing across his handsome face. The look is so sexy that I could come again from just staring at him.
However, I don’t need to orgasm from looks alone because when Anderson starts to move again, I feel the blissful build up. When he flips us over for me to get on top, I know that he’s ready to come.
I ride him like I’m a jockey in the Kentucky Derby. I swivel my hips and bounce my ass loving the sound of my body slapping against his. Anderson finally lets out a guttural moan, and I feel his dick harden even more, signaling that he’s about to cum.
“You ready to cum, baby? You like how I ride this dick?” The words are so unlike me, but anybody getting sex this good has to let their freak flag fly. I don’t know how they couldn’t.
“Fuck, baby! That shit is so sexy!” Anderson raises up and holds me to his chest, pulling me down by my shoulders as he pumps up wildly. Before I know it, we are both screaming out in pure elation!
Best day ever!The thought drifts across my mind as I nestle into Anderson’s strong arms.