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“Surely you aren’t done with me, are you?”

He meekly strokes his hard cock, apprehensive but wanting.

“I don’t have a condom,” he says with heavy embarrassment.

Without a word, I roll over to my side of the bed. I go into my purse, pull out a condom, and hold it out for him to take.

“Wow, you’rereallysomething else.” He laughs. “You’re good.”

I kiss him, biting and sucking on his lower lip. “I come prepared.”

He takes the condom from me and slides it down his impressive shaft. I’m initially worried that it will be unable to fit his girth, and then I’m worried that the latex will break once it is given enough force. But I want him too much. I choose to disregard my anxiousness and submit to him gladly, ready to do whatever he wants.

He climbs on top of me and moans a bit as his dick tip probes me. It’s hard for him to get inside at first. He’s just too huge and my pussy strains and struggles, trying to accommodate his massive size.

“Oh god,” is my moan. “Fuck!”

“Fuck is right,” he growls. “Relax sweetheart because it’s coming at you.”

Slowly, he eases into me, penetrating me with his powerful weapon and drawing the breath out of me. Finally he’s all the way in. I grip onto his shoulders tightly, digging my nails into his skin, humming like a running motor. I look up into his face, which I can make out faintly, and I find those eyes again. Those piercing blue eyes. I feel like he is penetrating mysoulwhenever his eyes lock with mine.

He not only knows what he is doing with his hands and mouth, but he can drive his dick like a master. He is easily the best lover I’ve ever had. It is so good that I can barely contain myself. I can barely find the strength to hold off another orgasm. The way he fucks me is so intense.

I think that once I come for him again, he’ll fill up the condom and we’ll reload for more. However, when my dams burst, he slides out of me, his cock is still throbbing and eager to unload.

“Stand up,” he orders.

I do as I am told, and he joins me. He runs his thumb across my lips, drawing circles. I lick and suck on it for him, teasing him.

“Bend over,” he commands.

Again, I obey. I bend over on the edge of the bed and stick my ass up for him to grab. He does so, caressing my cheeks and spanking them lightly.

“Harder.” I moan.

He does as I ask, and he smacks my ass harder with each subsequent spanking. While he does that with one hand, he starts rubbing my clit with the other.

At first, my hand grabs onto his, intent on pulling it away. I am feeling spent already. Then, he slows down his touching to barely a massage, lightly caressing it and rolling in slow circles.

“Take over for me,” he says.

He slides his hand from my clit up through my backside up to my head, where he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls on it aggressively.

“How hard do you want it?” he asks, his voice deep and husky.

“However hard you want,” I reply. “You’re wearing me out.”

He doesn’t go easy on me, but I am happy to take him. He thrusts frantically, charged from all the work he has put into it. I rub my clit with my moisture, feeling another mind-blowing climax coming my way as he fucks me hard from behind.

He grabs onto my breasts, pounds into me like a jackhammer, and we come tumbling down.

He erupts inside of me after having spread me wide and burrowing deep. He gives my ass one last spank and falls over onto the bed.

It isn’t long before we both pass out together.

* * *

I sleepfor only three hours, and then Emma wakes me up. It is morning. It’s light, but it’s still really early. She is still my wing-woman and the best one a girl can ask for.