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Lowering himself, he presses the entirety of his body against mine as he takes my lips in another drug-inducing kiss. His lips work mine, tongue splitting them open as he devours me. My hands delve into his hair, holding him against me as I give as good as I get.

He starts rocking against me, his clothed erection pressing against my drenched pussy. I know I’m soaking his jeans, but I couldn’t care less. Each thrust has me whimpering with need, the sound getting caught in my throat.

His body feels good, feels right.

It’s all-consuming.

All too soon, he breaks the kiss. His lips trail across my jaw, down the side of my neck, and over my chest. His hands press my breasts together as he kisses the valley of them, his tongue darting out to drag along my skin.

He takes one dusky pink nipple into his mouth, groaning as he closes his eyes in pleasure.

He rocks his hips faster, dragging his clothed erection against my engorged clit. A guttural moan rips from my throat as he grinds in just the right way that has me throbbing between my legs.

His lips release one nipple and go to the other, his fingers twirling and teasing the one he just had in his mouth. Sensation rules my body as I can do nothing but succumb to the way his touch is playing my body like a finely tuned instrument.

His mouth descends, kissing along my stomach. Fear grips me. My stomach has always been such an issue for me. It’s never been flat like all those women you see on the television. I have curves, and some of those curves make me self-conscious.

I suck in my stomach, but with one hard look at me, Tripp stops his downward motion. He levels me with intense eyes that nearly make me cower.

“Don’t do that,” he growls.

“Do what?” I ask breathlessly.

“Don’t try to hide from me. If I didn’t love what I see in front of me, you can bet your ass I wouldn’t be here right now, getting ready to feast on your wet pussy.”

Before I can reply, he shoulders my legs apart and settles between them. He wraps his arms around my thighs, pulling me flush against his face as he dives in without a second thought. His tongue runs up the length of my slit, flicking against my clit.

“Ahh!” I cry out, my back bowing off the mattress at the intense pleasure.

He places sucking, open-mouth kisses all over my weeping pussy. It drives my pleasure higher, my fingers weaving through the strands of his hair as I hold him against me. I rock my hips, relishing in the groan he releases as he continues to eat me.

A pleasure coils in my lower stomach, building and building. Ecstasy enshrouds me as I lose myself to his touch.

I ache.

I yearn.

I’m lost in a sea of bliss as Tripp takes me to heights I’ve never known before. His tongue drives me higher and higher. But before I can reach that precipice and tumble over, his tongue leaves my pussy and travels upward. I’m throbbing so badly that I whimper.

“I know, baby,” he coos, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. The taste of me explodes on my tongue, and I find myself even hungrier than I was before.

His hungry lips ravage me as his movements become jerky.

He barely lifts up, using the muscles in his stomach to stay suspended, as his hands make quick work of his jeans.

I hear the jingle of his belt and the sound of his zipper being undone seconds before the bulbous head of his cock presses against my opening.

My perfume fills the room, permeating a sweet scent that envelops us in this moment.

I watch through sex-glazed eyes as he drags in a large breath, then another, and another, trying to fill his entire body with my scent.

A growl of intense need releases from his throat.

His hand settles on my hip, his grip tight and unyielding.

With another large inhale, he thrusts into me hard and fast until he’s seated to the hilt.

A strangled cry releases from my throat at the abruptness of him filling me completely.

But before I can get used to the feel of him, he’s grabbing my leg and anchoring it to his hip as he slides out of me and thrusts back in.

A sense of desperation takes him over, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. The headboard hits the wall with every forward thrust, becoming a backdrop noise to our grunts and moans.

“Fuck,” I whimper-moan as my fingernails dig into his back. “Oh, my god. Oh, oh, oh …”

He plants his hand next to my head as if to hold me in place as he releases all his pent-up need for me. His fingers grip my thigh so hard I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow, but I can’t find it in myself to care.

I will relish the brand of him on my skin.

It’s proof that he wants me with a fervor that surpasses anything I’ve ever felt before. A need so great he can’t control himself or his desires.

“Your pussy was made for me,” he says, grunting. “So tight. So wet. So … perfect.”

“Right there!” I yell, wrapping myself around him as he fucks up into me.

His cock fills me perfectly, touching places inside of me I didn’t know existed.

The pleasure blooms inside of me as pressure begins to build.

A sense of urgency overtakes me as I gyrate my hips underneath him.

I meet him thrust for thrust, the sounds of skin slapping against skin, a cadence in my ears.

All too soon, I feel the precious coil of ecstasy begin to unravel as he pounds into me. I feel the knot at the base of his cock fuck up against my pussy, as if begging for entry. His grunts and groans come faster, louder, and breathier.

“I’m so close,” he says between gritted teeth. “It’s so … too good.”

Caught up in the moment, I say the only thing my muddled brain can think of.

“Knot me.” I press my chest against him as I continue to swivel my hips. “Please, knot me.”

With one hard, unrelenting thrust, his knot slips inside my slick pussy. It locks us together, the pleasure so intense, the ball of euphoria shatters as I come all over his cock. I release a high-pitched yell as the pleasure overtakes me, my pussy tightening around him like a vice.

Tripp thrusts as much as his knot will allow, whispering a, “fuck, fuck, fuck,” right before I feel his cock swell inside of me as he releases into my pussy.

Each jerk of his manhood pulls a strangled yell from him and causes a tremor of pleasure to race through me, each one more intense than the last.

He cum slips out past the knot connecting us. His chest rises and falls as he gasps for air he can’t seem to get. A sheen of sweat coats his entire body, a drop of it dripping off his chin onto my heaving breasts.

For several moments, we each try to catch our breath. Tripp’s arms fail him, and he lies entirely on top of me, giving me the bulk of his weight as his cheek presses against my heart. My arms encircle him, holding him tightly to me as I run my fingers through his sweat-drenched hair.

A sense of peace, of rightness, settles between us. This is where I was always supposed to be. Right here. In his arms. A soft smile tugs at my lips. A giddy feeling bursts inside of me, making my body tremble from the effects.

Tripp snuggles into me, wrapping his arms around my body as much as he can. He presses a kiss to the top of my breast and releases a long, drawn-out exhale of satisfaction.

For the first time in forever, I feel like I’m home. Like Tripp, with his hard exterior and jubilant personality, has always been a piece of myself I’ve been missing.