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His moaning continued, growing more prominent with each thrust of my hips.

My knees buckled.

I struggled to remain standing, forcing my pussy hard against his mouth in the process. In return, his fingers pushed deeper.

My muscles tensed, and then relaxed. Every ounce of emotion that had slowly built within me exploded.

His fingers continued, in and out of my wetness. His tongue teased my clit. His free hand gripped my ass, pulling me into him firmly.

The orgasms continued, one after the other, until my legs collapsed.

He caught me before I hit the floor, and lifted me into his arms. While he carried me into the bedroom, I studied his face.

I wished, with each step that he took, that things could be different between us.

But, they couldn’t, and I knew it.

Knowing it saddened me.

As he laid me on the bed, I decided to live in that moment, and that moment only, realizing it would be our last night together. It had to be. I couldn’t continue without falling in love with him, that I was sure of.

He tossed his shirt aside while I recovered from my trip to sexual outer space, and then he rolled to the side and looked at me. He’d already seduced me with his walk, and now he was doing so with his eyes.

“I want to ride your cock,” I whispered.

His mouth curled into a guilty smile, and he gripped his cock in his fist. “Come get it.”

My pussy was dripping wet. I straddled him, and then watched as he guided the tip of his swollen cock between my legs. As it disappeared into my wetness, one thick inch at a time, my breath escaped me and my eyes went closed.

Once he was inside me fully, I opened my eyes and gazed into his.

He was perfect.

But he was unavailable and incapable of becoming attached.

This is it.

One last time.

I wrapped my hands firmly around his calves, arched my back, and then rode his stiff cock like I was trying out for the sexual Olympics.

When it was over, and he was long gone, I wanted him to realize just what he was missing. I hoped to convince him that I was different, and the only way I knew to do so was by fucking him like he’d never been fucked before.

I wanted him to want me no differently than I wanted him.

I released his legs, and dug my fingers into his thick chest. His eyes went wide as I sank my fingernails into his flesh, bucking my hips wildly the entire time, milking his thick cock with each complete stroke.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he moaned.

“You like my tight pussy?”

He squeezed my tits firmly in his hands. “Fuck yes.”

“I. Love. Your. Fucking. Cock.” I said, barking out one word with each thrust of my hips.

He gazed directly into my eyes, and then grinned. “I. Can. Fucking. Tell.”

I allowed myself to become immersed in his eyes, which for some reason seemed to have turned from blue to grey. With his gaze fixed on mine, I writhed and bucked my hips, hoping to find that perfect position.