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It didn’t matter how many times he took me, each and every time Drew first entered me was a struggle at first.

This time was no different.

My eyes opened and his abs flexed as he pulled out.

His cock was shimmering with my wetness, the entire length of him coated.

“God,” he growled. “I like it when you get that look on your face.”

My eyes went to his.

“What look?” I panted slightly, biting my lip.

“The look that says you want me to put my cock back inside you. The one where you’re so hungry for me to fill you that you’d do just about anything to get it there,” he rumbled.

A sheen of sweat from his workout slicked his chest, and when he leaned forward, placing the entire length of himself back inside of me, the sweat met the side of my legs.

“You’re wet,” I whispered.

“So are you,” he pushed forward and pulled backwards, the sound of my arousal mingling with the sounds of our lovemaking.

His hands moved down, pulling my legs up and over his shoulders, forcing him to go even deeper than he’d been before.

“Jesus,” he hissed. “Every single time it surprises me that you can take me.”

I wanted to reply, but his cock had stolen my ability to think coherently enough to form a reply, to concentrate on anything else but the feeling of him inside me.

His head turned so his mouth could run along the inside of my ankle, his lips moving over the ankle monitor like it wasn’t even there.

Then, as he usually did when we were in this position, his fingers hooked into the strap that held the monitor in place and held on as he started to really move.

My breasts jiggled with each thrust, and I worried maybe I should hold onto them, but then he took care of that for me, leaning down just enough so he could grab each tip between his fingers and pinch.

As usual, it didn’t take long before I was on the verge, something he seemed to always be aware of.

Which explained why he started to slow.

I screamed at him in anger.

“Don’t stop!” I bellowed.

He grinned, slowing down so much so that he had to let my breasts go to hold my legs up where he wanted them again.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered gruffly, biting his lip as he leaned forward, taking my legs with him.

I found myself smashed into the bed, the tops of my thighs touching the bed on either side of my chest.

His cock moved so slowly that I was finding it hard to breathe.

The anticipation of my orgasm had me holding my breath.

I angled my hips, hoping the move would give me the relief I couldn’t quite find, and nearly came out of my skin when the tip of Drew’s cock dragged deliciously across the front wall of my pussy.

“Shit,” I hissed, my body jumping in reaction.

He growled.

“Put your hips back where you had them,” he ordered.