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He kept going, switching back and forth between that and eating me out until my legs started shaking. My whole body felt like it was about to give out, the pressure building so fast I couldn't breathe.

Right when I was about to come, he stopped.

“Cassian,” I moaned, my voice breaking.

“What's up, baby mama?” He was laughing, the sound low and satisfied.

“Why did you stop?”

“I’ll be back,” he said, standing up.

I turned my head to look at him, confused as hell. Where the fuck was he going?

He jogged upstairs, and a couple minutes later he came back down with a condom in his hand.

He didn't say a word. Just pushed his pants and boxers down in one motion, then tore open the wrapper. My mouth fell open when I saw him. He was long, thick, bigger than anything I was used to.

“You good, ma?” he asked, smirking like he already knew the answer.

“Yeah, I'm good,” I said, nodding and taking a deep breath.

“You sure? ‘Cause the way you looking at my shit, you look like you about to run.”

“Nah. It's just… it's big.”

He laughed. “So what, my shit supposed to be small or something?”

“No.” I shook my head quickly.

“Okay then.” He grinned. “But come here. Stand up for me.”

I got up from the couch and walked over to him. He turned me around and bent me over the armrest, his hand pressing between my shoulder blades to keep me in place. I felt him run the head of his dick against me, teasing, and a moan slipped out before I could stop it.

I didn't know what the hell was going on with me, but I needed this more than I'd needed anything in a long time.

He finally slid inside, and we both moaned at the same time.

It hurt a little at first, but not as much as I thought it would. He was moving slow, taking his time with long, deep strokes that had me gripping the back of the couch for support. My toes barely touched the floor.

“Shit,” I moaned.

“You good, baby?” he asked, his voice steady even though I could hear the strain in it.

“Yes.”

He didn't say anything else. Just kept going, kept that same controlled rhythm until he finally picked up the pace.

Then he was fucking me for real—gripping my ass, slamming into me, making my whole body jolt forward with every thrust. I could feel myself getting wetter, my body responding to him in ways I couldn't control.

He smacked my ass, grabbed a handful of my hair, then pulled both my arms back and held them while he kept going.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “This pussy good as fuck.”

“Shit, Cassian,” I moaned, my voice barely working.

He didn't stop. Didn't slow down. And before I knew it, I was coming hard, my legs shaking so bad I thought I was going to collapse.

He came right after, his grip tightening on my wrists before he finally let go.