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I increase the pace slightly, still not going as deep as I want to, but deeper than before. She arches beneath me, making these little needy sounds that are driving me out of my mind.

“I’ve been going crazy thinking about you,” I murmur. “But nothing,nothingcould compare to the real thing.”

“Same. Nobody else has ever?—”

She breaks off with a moan as I thrust a little harder, and I can feel her body starting to relax around me, accepting my cock more easily.

“Nobody else has ever what?” I ask, some caveman-like part of me desperate to know the answer.

“Made me feel like this. Talked to me like this.Touchedme like this. Made me want them this badly.”

Fuck. Hearing her say that almost sends me over the edge before I can stop myself.

“I’m gonna give you everything you need.” I pick up the pace, still only giving her about half of my cock, but thrusting harder now. “Gonna make you feel so good you’ll never forget it.”

“I won’t. I could never forget this.” She wraps her legs around my waist, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Please, Grant. I need more. I can take it.”

“Not yet, beautiful. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. I trust you. Please.”

I give in a little, working another inch inside her, and the sight of her struggling to take all of me is so damn hot I can barely stand it.

When I pull out completely, she whimpers at the loss.

“Turn over for me,” I tell her, my voice rougher than I intended. “Hands and knees.”

She doesn’t hesitate, scrambling to get into position, and the sight of her ass in the air nearly makes me lose my mind. It’s perfectly round and firm, and when she wiggles it slightly and looks back over her shoulder with those big eyes, I have to grip the base of my cock as I clench my jaw.

I slide in again, going a little deeper, and she moans so loudly I’m sure the neighbors can hear.

“That’s it, Hurricane,” I rasp. “Get loud.Fuck.”

I can feel her body opening up for me in this position, accepting more of my length with each thrust. Two-thirds of my cock is buried inside her now, gripped by her impossibly tight walls, and it feels like I might’ve died and gone to heaven.

But it’s the sounds she’s making that are really pushing me over the edge. She’s alternating between whining and moaning, and the desperate need in her voice is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.

She arches her back, trying to take even more, and I have to tighten my grip on her hips to control the pace.

“Nope, beautiful. I set the pace, remember?” I bring my hand down on her ass with a light smack.

She sucks in a breath, her walls clenching hard around my shaft.

“You like that?”

“Yes,” she pants. “Do it again.”

I smack her ass again, just a bit harder this time, and she practically purrs.

“Jesus Christ, you’re perfect.” I can barely think straight. “My dirty girl likes getting spanked while I fuck her?”

“Yes. I… I like everything you do to me.”

“Then you’re gonna love this.” I slide a hand around and find her clit, rubbing it in tight circles. “Come for me, Hurricane. Come all over my cock.”

The reaction is immediate. She cries out and starts grinding back against me, fucking herself on my cock while I work her clit.

“That’s it. Use me. Take what you need.”