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“Wait,” I say. “Don’t remove your hand, baby. Just don’t move it. I need to fucking breathe.”

After a few solid minutes of deep breathing, I look down to see Abigail pinching her lips closed, her eyes bright.

“Are you laughing at me, woman?” I ask, thrusting forward slightly, using the friction of her hand to torture myself.

“Never,” she giggles. “Can I move now?”

“Not yet,” I groan as I continue to thrust through her palm.

Apparently, I’m a sucker for torment.

“Rub me against your pussy, Abigail,” I groan, sliding my hands down her legs. “Coat me in your juices.”

She does. She presses me flat against her pussy, and we both groan.

“Hold me in place, baby,” I say. “Keep me flat against your pussy so I can rub against your clit.”

Doing as I ask, she holds me in place while I grind against her. I nibble, lick, and suck her toes while her breathing builds.

Thrusting faster, it takes every ounce of willpower I possess not to come as I grind against her clit over and over.

Abigail screams her release, and even though I’m on the verge of coming all over her instead of inside her, I don’t look away.

I watch as her back arches off the bed, her mouth opens wide, and she sings for me.

Fucking beautiful.

“Put me inside you, Abigail,” I growl. “Right fucking now.”

Panting through her release, she does. She moves my dick until my head is against her entrance, and I shove myself in.

Her channel opens wide for me. Not a single bit of resistance as I slide in until we’re flesh to flesh.

Already she’s squeezing me.

My baby is so responsive.

“Tank,” she whispers. “More.”

Moving my hands slowly down her legs until I reach the backs of her knees, I press them forward, tilting her hips higher.

The new position does something to her because she screams again and tightens around me even more.

Instead of pulling back and pounding into her like we both want… I move slowly.

More pre-come leaks from me, and the thought that it’s inside my woman makes me pause.

“More,” she begs. “Please, husband. Harder.”

“No,” I breathe. “I’m not going to fuck you just yet, baby. Right now, I want to make love to you.”

Dropping her legs to my sides, I lean down and kiss her.

Our height difference makes it difficult, but the image of me standing and holding her against the wall flashes through my head.

That will definitely be happening before this night ends.

I take my time making love to her mouth and her pussy for a long fucking time. I’m in no rush.