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“Oh, I’m real.” Leaning in, I lick his cheek. “You’re never gonna forget me.”

“I believe you.”

I situate myself above him, rocking back and forth, dragging my cock up and down his stomach before I get down to business. I grip his shaft and guide him inside me. He tenses and I hold my breath, slowly blowing it out as I sit on his cock.

“Oh fuck,” I moan. I feel just as full as I hoped.

If this is my only shot with this man, I want to make it worth it for both of us, so I rock back and forth until he bottoms out. We lie still together for a moment, my hole clenching around his length, his fingers digging into my hips.

I hope he leaves bruises all over me. I want to look in the mirror and know he was there. I want everyone to know tomorrow that I was fucked and fucked well.

Moving slowly at first, I grind into him, moaning as he finds my prostate. I play with my nipples too, squeezing and tweaking them as Whisper stares up at me with awe in his eyes.

“Want more?” he asks.

I nod. “Always.”

I squeak with surprise as he suddenly flips us. He starts pounding into me, pulling almost all the way out before slamming home again. His thrusts are relentless, tapping that bundle of nerves inside me with each one.

His hand moves to my collarbone, holding me down, and there’s something intense, dark, and even murderous in his eyes that turns me on even more. Whisper is a mystery I’d love to explore.

“Your fucking hole,” he grunts. “Amazing.”

I wrap my legs around his waist, arching my back and nodding. “Your cock fits me so perfectly.”

“Yes. You’re mine.”

For tonight, at least.

Reaching up, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss, our bodies hot and sticky with sweat and my precum. After a moment, he moves his mouth to my neck, sucking a mark into the skin there, and I feel giddy. Fuck yes.

Then he sits up again, gripping my ankles to pull them apart and really go hard.

“More,” I grunt. “Harder. Make it hurt.”

His brow creases but he does as I asked, really giving it to me until I’m panting hard and desperate to come. I don’t touch my cock though. I want to drag this out as long as I can.

I sit up and we both groan as we lose contact while I twist to get on my knees.

“Fuck,” Whisper says as he slams into me again.

He pounds me hard, holding my head down against the mattress and digging his fingers into my hip so hard it actually hurts.

“Yes,” I moan. “More.”

“Jesus.” He wraps his hand around the front of my neck and pulls me up so that my back is pressed to his chest.

I sink my teeth into his forearm and he hisses, pulling almost all the way out again before railing me hard. I whimper, my balls pulling tight to my body.

“You’re gonna make me come, Whisper.”

“Yes, want your cum. You’re so good for me.”

“I am. I’m perfect for you.”

“Perfect.”

I press his hands to my chest, pushing my ass into his thrusts, desperate and needy for his cum.