Page 179 of The Dark Stranger

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The way she's drooling on me, using it to stroke me faster.

My mind is racing.

I knew fucking Becca would be incredible.

I've thought about it for months.

Imagined it.

Dreamed about it.

But this—

This is something else.

This isn't just sex.

This is *need. *

I need her.

I need this.

I need her to need me!

She pulls back slowly, my cock sliding from her mouth with a wet pop.

She kisses her way back up my body.

Over my abs.

My chest.

My neck.

Until she's face to face with me.

Our eyes lock.

The intensity is overwhelming.

It's like we're reading each other's thoughts.

Like we're one person in two bodies.

She reaches down and grips my cock.

Positions it.

And then she slowly—*so fucking slowly*—slides down onto me.

We both moan.

Herpussy is tight.

Hot.

Soaked.

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