He groaned like I’d body-checked him into the boards.
Then he dropped down and kissed me—long, hard, devastating. One hand braced beside my head; the other gripped the base of his shaft, stroking once, twice, spreading the slick that had leaked through the condom.
He dragged the head through my folds.
I whimpered.
Soaked. Glistening. Puffy. Every pass of his cockhead over my clit made my hips jerk.
“Fuck, you’re drenched,” he muttered. “Look at this pretty cunt trying to suck me in.”
“Stop teasing.”
“Not teasing.” He notched himself at my entrance. “Savoring.”
Then he pushed.
Slow.
Steady.
Stretching.
My head fell back on a long, broken moan.
God.
So full.
Soright.
He sank deeper. Deeper. Until his pelvis kissed mine and we both froze—breathing hard, trembling.
“Fuck,” he gritted. “So good. So fucking tight. Still perfect.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck. Pulled him down until our foreheads touched.
Against his lips—quiet, almost shy—I whispered, “I missed you.”
He cursed. Low. Rough. Then kissed me again—longer, harder, hungrier. I felt his cock throb inside me. Twitch. Swell.
He broke the kiss. Forehead still pressed to mine.
“You say shit like that and I’m gonna feel worse than I already do for fucking up once.”
I smiled—small, wicked.
“You gonna fumble your Diamond again?”
He dropped his face to my neck. Bit the soft flesh where shoulder met throat—not hard enough to mark, just enough to make pleasure spike straight to my core.
My pussy quaked around him.
“Fuckingnever,” he growled against my skin.
I laughed—breathless.
“Yeah right. I don’t believe you.”
