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“You’re so fucking sexy.”
“Thank you. Now fuck me and don’t forget to make me feel it.”
He steps forward, lines his cock up with my hole, and pushes in until he bottoms out. My eyes roll back with pleasure. Yes, I can feel the sting, but that only adds to how good it all feels. The pressure between my legs, the fullness spreading through me… It’s fucking perfect.
Whisper’s hand presses down on my collarbone as he begins pumping in and out of me, slowly at first, but gaining speed as I loosen up even more to take his full length easily.
A lock of his wavy hair falls over his face as I stare up at him, memorizing every detail in case I never see him again after this. Men always get tired of me, especially after they get to fuck me. It’s only a matter of time before Whisper does too. It’s for the best anyway. He’d never be okay with my extracurricular activities. How could he? I’m a monster.
Whisper falls forward and kisses me, hard and rough until my lips are bruised, and I love it. I bury my fingers in his silky hair, tugging slightly and pumping my hips to meet his thrusts.
“More,” I moan. “Give me more.”
“Fuck.” He grunts as he straightens up, grabs my ankles, and really gives it to me. Our bodies slamming together sound amazing.
I dig my nails into his forearms and he hisses, shifting his angle so he hits my prostate perfectly.
“Yessss, that’s it, Whisper. Perfect.”
He nods, gazing down at me.
“Your dick is so perfect for me,” I say in my best sultry tone. “I’m obsessed with it. Don’t I feel good? So soft and hot for you.”
Whisper nods again as he pounds into me. A sheen of sweat covers his skin and I desperately want to lick it off, so I sit up, bringing our chests together and draping my arms around his neck. I’m not expecting it when he steps away from the bed and swings us around so I’m pressed against the wall. I’m not a small man, so his strength is impressive.
Burying my face in the crook of his neck, I lick his flesh, gathering up the drops of sweat. “Mmm, you taste divine.”
Whisper responds by relentlessly thrusting into me, his hand around my neck, holding, squeezing just tight enough.
“Are you gonna breed me, Whisper?” I ask, holding his gaze. “Fill me with your hot cum? Make me go home with it dripping out of me?”
“Jesus, your mouth.”
“Isn’t it pretty?”
He nods, looking dazed. “Everything about you is pretty.”
“Even if I’m bratty?”
“Especially then.”
Smiling, I lick his taste from my lips. “I like you.”
“I like you too.”
“Good. Now finish me off.”
He turns us around again, laying me onto the chair in the room so that my back is in the seat and my ass is resting on the arm. Then he’s back at it, slamming into me, pounding until both of us are reduced to nothing but mumbled words and reverent prayers to those sex gods that must exist because they’ve possessed this gorgeous man.
I reach down and start to stroke myself in time to his thrusts, my cock sticky with precum and thick with need. I swear I can feel Whisper swell inside me as he stiffens, his brow creasing and his mouth falling open.
Wow.
His O face is fucking stunning.
Wish I could whip out my phone and take a picture.
Instead, I jack a little faster so I can catch up.
