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He doesn’t waste a second. In one smooth move, he lifts me up, one arm under my ass, and stands like I weigh nothing. While he carries me to the bedroom, I leave a trail of clothing on the floor behind us. First to go is my blouse, his shirt, my bra, his belt. By the time he lays me down on the bed, I’m already half-naked and trembling with anticipation.

He stands back for a moment, just looking at me, his eyes raking over my body like he’s memorizing every curve. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice hoarse and strained.

“God, yes,” I moan, and that’s all the encouragement he needs. He strips off his pants, revealing the kind of body that belongs on the cover of a romance novel. My eyes slowly move over his broad shoulders, chiseled abs, and a cock so big it makes my mouth water. I reach for him, but he’s already crawling onto the bed, pinning me with his weight.

He begins his journey at the sensitive curve of my neck, his lips pressing gently, alternating between kisses and soft, teasing sucks that send shivers down my spine until I'm writhing beneath him. His lips slowly travel lower, gliding over my collarbone, descending to my chest with deliberate intent. As he reaches my tits, he caresses them tenderly, his fingers tracing their contours while he emits a low, growl that reverberates through the air like a distant rumble of thunder.

With hungry urgency, he captures one nipple between his lips, drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard. My eyes roll back in my head as electric pulses racing directly to my core. I respond instinctively, my back arching upward as I press against his thigh, seeking relief from the intense, intoxicating pleasure spiraling through me.

He moves lower still, his lips brushing over my stomach, my hips, until he’s kneeling between my legs. He rips my panties away and buries his face between my thighs like a man on a mission. His tongue is firm and precise, circling my clit and then flicking it fast enough to make my whole body spasm. I thread my fingers through his hair and hold on for dear life, moaning shamelessly as he works me over.

He pushes two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and I come so hard I nearly black out. My body shakes and trembles as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. He doesn’t stop until I’m completely spent, licking me clean with a satisfied smirk on his face.

He crawls back up my body, kissing me soft and sweet until my brain returns to earth. All I can think of is making sure he experiences what I just felt.

"My turn," I declare with a hint of uncertainty, awkwardly flipping him onto his back. Tentatively, I wrap my hand around him, giving a few clumsy strokes. With a mix of nerves and determination, I lower my mouth onto him, surprised by the deep, guttural sound that escapes him.

I take my time, using tongue and teeth and lots of imagination, and he fists my hair and bucks up into my mouth. After a minute, he pulls me off, his eyes wild with need. “I’m not going to last,” he says, his voice rough and desperate. “And I want to be inside you.”

I slowly move up his body, awkwardly positioning myself as I try to straddle him. My movements are unsure, and I fumble a bit, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks. He gently reaches out, steadying me with a reassuring touch, helping me to guide his cock to my wet entrance.

I sink down and the stretch is intense, like he’s splitting me in half, and freaking love it. His cock is a weapon, thick and unrelenting, and I can feel every inch of him as I lift up and slowly sink down again. My body trembles like a leaf in a hurricane as his hands clutch my hips tightly, and I know I’ll be wearing those bruises tomorrow like a badge of honor.

He lifts me up and down slowly at first, painfully slow, like he’s teasing me, making me feel every millimeter of his hard cock. I’m hesitant, unsure, but he’s patient, his eyes lock on mine and hold them captive. A little smirk plays across his lips as he stares up at me. “That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down my spine. “Take it. You can handle it.”

And then he nods, that subtle little gesture that makes my stomach flip, and I start to move on my own. I’m awkward at first, my hips fighting to find a rhythm, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Instead, he guides me, his hands firm but gentle, teaching me how to ride him. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls, his fingers digging into my flesh as I pick up speed, my body starting to move with his, our hips grinding together in a way that makes my head spin.

But then he flips me, and suddenly I’m on my back, my legs spread wide, his body pressing me into the mattress and I can tell by the intense look in his eyes that he’s claiming me.

His hand tangles in my hair, pulling just enough to make me gasp, while the other grips my hip, holding me steady as he drives into me with a force that knocks the air from my lungs. “You like that?” he asks, his voice dripping with arrogance, and I can’t even answer because all I can do is moan, my body arching against his as he fucks me harder, deeper, until I’m screaming his name on a continuous loop.

Each thrust is earth-shattering, unlocking something elemental inside me that I didn’t even know existed. I feel the heat building, coiling in my stomach like a spring ready to snap, and when it does, it’s so explosive. My body shudders as my nails claw at his back while I come undone completely. My cries are muffled by his mouth on mine, his tongue claiming me just as thoroughly as his cock.

He’s not done. Not even close. He pulls out of me with a wet smacking sound that makes my thighs quiver, and before I can even whimper at the loss, he’s flipping me over onto my stomach.

My face is buried in the sheets, my ass in the air, and I’m spread so wide I can feel the cool air teasing my slick, swollen pussy.

His fingers dig into my hips with a possessive intensity, each touch leaving a burning imprint on my skin. He pulls me toward him with a force that sends a shiver up my spine, and with one powerful thrust, he fills me completely. His cock slides so deep, I swear I can feel him in my throat.

“You’re mine,” he growls, his voice so rough it’s like gravel scraping against my skin. And he’s right. He owns every single inch of my body and soul. His hips slam into me with a relentless rhythm. Each thrust hits the sweet spot deep inside driving me wild. My tits bounce with every movement, my nipples so hard they ache, and I’m moaning like a freaking porn star. My voice breaks with every brutal stroke and I know I’ll be hoarse tomorrow.

Then his hand snakes around my hip, and his fingers finds my clit with unerring precision. He rubs it in tight, frantic circles, and I know I’m about to come so hard I’ll see stars.

My legs shake as my pussy clenches hard around his cock. I’m pretty sure I’m screaming his name. Or at least I think I am. It’s hard to tell when my brain is short-circuiting from the sheer pleasure coursing through me.

He leans over me, and his warm, muscular chest presses against my back. His breath is hot against my ear as he whispers, “Come for me, fever. Let me feel you.” And just like that, I explode.

My orgasm hits me like a freight train causing my pussy to spasm around his cock as I scream my pleasure into the sheets. He doesn’t stop, though. He keeps fucking me through it, his cock pounding into me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless.

And then, finally, he’s there too. I feel him pulsing inside me, and his cock twitching as he fills me up with his cum. He collapses on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, and we’re both panting like we just ran a marathon. His arms wrap around me, pulling me close, and I can feel his heart racing against my back.

But even then, he’s not done. His hand slides down my body, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my clit, and I can feel him hardening inside me again. “Round two?” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, and I can’t help but laugh because this man is insatiable, and so am I.