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She is so fucking beautiful.

And I can’t wait another minute.

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“Fuck,” I whisper.

She laughs softly as I lower her to the floor.

Yeah, we don’t even make it to the bed, and I’m climbing on top of her, spreading those creamy thick thighs wide as I press my cock inside her.

“What? You think it’s funny that you make me this crazy to have you, Rusty?”

“Not funny. I just—oh God, Less, right there,” she whimpers.

Her pussy flutters around me, sucking me in deeper, and I swear I see stars.

“Shit. Fuck. Yeah, that feels so good,” I groan.

We’re both breathing heavy now—our bodies slick with sweat as we move and writhe together in a rhythm older than time and still only ours.

I rut into her like an animal.

Desperate to have her. To feel her.

To reassure myself and her that she is still here.

Safe.

Alive.

And so fucking precious to me.

“Hold on,” I growl, and rise to my knees, lifting her hips so she’s sitting on my lap.

She grabs my shoulders, eyes wide and lust glazed, and I know she’s close.

“I got you,” I tell her, and grab her waist, and start lifting her up and down on my cock.

Fuck, she is so perfect—her tits bounce with every move and I swear, I feel my balls ready to explode.

But I won’t come yet. Not without her.

“Slide that hand down, Rusty, and rub your clit. Do it now,” I tell her.

Her lips part, but she obeys. I watch greedily as her fingers slide down her body, tweaking her nipples before she reaches that hungry little clit.

Then she rubs, and I fuck into her harder and faster.

Next, we’re both vaulting right over the edge into white hot ecstasy that I have never found with anyone else—and it’s bliss.

Pure bliss.

Eons—or maybe just minutes—later, when I can finally breathe again, I slide out of her sweet pussy, and I reach for my discarded shirt.

I mop up whatever mess we made from her thighs and her sweet sex. She makes a humming noise, and I drop soft kisses on her hip and belly.