![]() ![]() “I was so fucking pissed seeing you with that guy.” “My friends told me I should go out with other guys, try to move on. “But I couldn’t.” She strokes up my back. “I tried to get over you,” she says quietly as we snuggle together. Jesus, I’m going to be hard again in two minutes if she keeps that up. I loved her arms around me, stroking my back, down over the curve of my ass, dragging her fingers up the crevice there. I press my cheek against the top of her head and smile. We settle beneath the soft warmth of her duvet, curled into each other. Lights flash as my lids squeeze shut against the intensity of my orgasm, and when I pour myself into her in long, hard, almost painful pulses, I’m joined to her like I’ve never been with anyone. Her hands grip my hips as I drive into her one…more…time…and explode. Pressure builds at the base of my spine and in my balls, building to my own exquisite peak of pleasure. She cries out and I watch her face, humbled by her beauty, by the ecstasy I see there because of me, awed and gratified by her trust and her belief in me and her love. Her body tightens beneath me and around me as she climaxes, squeezing me inside and out. ![]()
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