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Lifting her legs, she tried to wrap them around him, but let out a small sound of annoyance when her cast stopped her.
Rocky adjusted immediately, putting his arms under her knees and bracing his hands next to her hips as he continued to fuck her. His pace wasn’t slow, but he wasn’t pounding into her either. He was completely in control, and the slide of his cock against nerve endings that hadn’t been stimulated in far too long felt amazing.
“This okay?” he asked.
She might’ve been irritated at how he kept asking if she was okay, but shewaspractically bent in half, her legs positioned in the crook of his elbows.
“Good,” she breathed. She stared up at him as he made love to her. He was frowning in concentration and his beard swayed with each thrust. Everything below her waist tingled, and Bristol could feel that she was on the edge once more.
“Touch yourself,” Rocky ordered. “I can’t while I’m holding myself up.”
Bristol didn’t even hesitate. Nothing seemed awkward or weird with Rocky. Her right hand slipped between them and the second her fingers touched her clit, she jerked. She was still sensitive from earlier.
“Shit, I felt that,” Rocky groaned. “You just squeezed my cock so hard.”
“Like this?” Bristol asked, tightening her inner muscles once more.
Her man grunted and his next thrust was a teensy bit harder. She loved knowing she could affect him that way.
“I’m not gonna last, Punky. I want to feel you go off while I’m inside you. You’re gonna squeeze me so damn hard I won’t be able to hold back. You know you want my come. Push yourself over, Bristol. Now.”
His words were crude, but he wasn’t wrong. Shedidwant his come. She wanted everything from this man. Instead of freaking her out, that fact empowered her. Flicking her clit faster, Bristol kept her eyes on Rocky’s face. This was new to her, but she sensed it was new for him too. And she wanted to see him, imprint him on her mind when she came.
It didn’t take long. The way he felt, filling her so completely, was incredibly sexy. And it was so different being full when she was getting close to coming. Her dildo had never felt like this before. Ever.
“That’s it. God, you are so damn beautiful. You were made for me. We fit perfectly together.”
His words sank into her psyche, making Bristolfeelbeautiful. And he wasn’t wrong. They did fit together perfectly. Looking at them, you wouldn’t think so, but having him inside her was as right as anything she’d ever felt before.
“Please, Bristol. I can’t hold off much longer. You’re so wet. And tight. I can feel your juices on my balls…Shit.”
That did it. Bristol pressed harder on her clit and tried to tilt her hips, but she was pinned in place by Rocky. She exploded, and it felt so very good with him inside her as she flew over the edge.
He obviously felt the same way, because a sound came out of his mouth and throat that Bristol had never heard from anyone before. Part grunt, part moan, and part curse word.
He shoved himself inside her to the hilt and held himself there as he came.
They were both breathing extremely hard as they came down from their orgasmic highs. But Rocky never lost track of where he was. He didn’t fall on top of her. He gently released her legs and rolled to his back, taking her with him, holding her ass as close to him as he could so he didn’t slip out of her body.
Instinctively, Bristol sat up when he was on his back.
He groaned at the movement.
“Sorry,” she apologized.
“No, don’t be sorry,” he said. “It just feels so damn good being inside you, I can’t explain it.”
Squirming a bit into a more comfortable position, Bristol couldn’t do anything but smile down at him.
“I like this,” he murmured.
“What?”
“Not having to pull out immediately to get rid of the condom. I can stay right where I am. Where my cock wants to be. Warm and safe inside you.”
Bristol rolled her eyes. “That’s weird.”
“Don’t care.”
