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Most girls don’t come home with me solely for their own pleasure As much as they may insist that’s the reason, they come because they want a relationship, want to be adored They want ht, to like thean doesn’t seem to really care what I think of her or whether we even see each other again She’s usingof rejection and the warmth of respect at the same time

She worries that sweet botto okay?"

I closeat you," I tell her "You’re" You’re surprising "You’re really fucking pretty"

She doesn’t thank me She barely reacts at all, only watches me with heavy eyes

I run my hand down between her breasts--full swells, small pink tips--and across her ribs, lower down her toned sto ers between her legs She’s soft, wet enough to teo off like a bo that wide-open smile at me "No way, sir That’s special"

Fuck It is special and for the length of a sharp inhale, it thrills me that she feels that way But then frustration inches in: the er I aoddamn mind If she’s co to show her theGodfather

She reaches down to the cushion by her hip and finds the condoht you wanted le burst of sound, but the sthe previews, you’re at least putting that on me"

With a cute little eye roll, she pushes herself up on an elbow, tearing the condom wrapper with her teeth Slowly, slowly, she rolls it down the length ofher nakedtasting her tonguethe warrip of her hand on my cock and I’m ready to fuck, but her hands don’t immediately leave me She touches my cock, my balls,Her fingertips exploreup my chest until she curls a hand around the back of ain, kissing e; she’s got more innocence buried beneath her steel than she does true cynicisht now She reaches forwith the tip of my cock on her clit, and I feel the way my arms shake, planted beside her head She wants to lead it, wants ood Every ht banished but the feel of her The fucking feel I watch her face and the million expressions I see tense and relax across it I’ve never been so wrapped up in watching soive in before

Finally, she slides me lower I sense the dip, the invitation, and ease my way inside

She holds her breath but doesn’t make a sound I want to roar She’s warm--crazy warm--and wetter now I have to ease in and out, an inch at a ti her but her hands find et roan when I’m finally there, but she’s quiet She’s so quiet even with the clench of her all around me; with the way I’le sound? I’et the feel of her, mouth on her neck, her tits I feel unleashed, ravenous

I could lose myself I could fuck hard

But, God, when she rolls her hips under me I know I could also fuck slow

Whatever the hell she wants, it’s so good and her tits pressed to ainst her, skin to skin

"It’s okay?" I ask, quietly checking in

She nods, sing "It’s good"