"Careful, baby," he says, his hands resting on my hips to stop me from lowering anymore. "Let's stay here for a minute."
He smiles at my whine as I move up and down slightly. "You feel so good," I murmur. "I bet I can take it all."
"Just make sure you're slow and careful," he says sternly. "My number one job is protecting you, beautiful."
You know what? I believe him.
My inner walls are stretched to the limit by his thick, throbbing cock. We kiss again, rocking and shifting together, both so eager and yet so careful. Inch after inch sinks deeper, gradually stretching my body open for his.
Finally, I look down in disbelief at where his entire cock has disappeared. The sight of the root of his shaft outside my wet pussy is the most arousing thing I've ever seen.
"Look at you," he groans, caressing my hips. "My sexy baby took the whole damn thing."
A shiver runs through me. I need to move on him. He helps me, half lifting me by the hips as we experiment with long, slow strokes. Not only is he caressing every single nerve inside me, when I lean forward, my clit rubs directly against his skin.
As soon as I open a bit more, Mack starts rolling his hips in a deep, undulating rhythm that makes me quiver. Every time he strikes home inside me, I melt a bit more.
“You feel like the tightest silk," he moans. "Just incredible."
It feels amazing to please him like this. To share this pleasure with him.
The more we move, the easier every movement becomes. Our eyes lock as I grip his shoulders, meeting every forward pulse, moaning at every thrust. It's fascinating to learn this man's body. Where he's hard, where he's sensitive. To hear how deeply he growls when I pull inward, tightening my inner muscles around him.
"So fucking hot," he mutters, lifting and lowering me faster. "This gorgeous body was made for me, baby." His gaze locks with mine. "Just as this beautiful woman was meant for me. You’re incredible, Layne."
Mack isn't just fucking me or claiming me. He's making love to me.
The rhythm rolls on and on, neither of us wanting to stop. The tension builds, the pressure demanding to be released as I feel his thickness swelling inside me.
"Coming on you in the shower was so hot I could've passed out," he groans, thrusting harder. "But coming inside you…so sweet and beautiful…and that look in your gorgeous eyes, baby. Can you come for me before I fill you up?"
I'm already nodding even before his thumb finds my oversensitive clit. "Yes!" I gasp, right on the edge.
"I can't wait to feel you come all over my cock," he murmurs, half-kissing me as we both gasp for air. "Need to feel your come coating my cock. Need to know you’re mine, baby."
The pace increases, the pressure of his massive cock ramming my pussy fast and deep driving me crazy. "I can feel you, baby,” he groans. "You’re coming all over me."
The dam breaks, drenching me in pleasure, making heat spill over and through me as my head falls back, my mouth opening in a ragged cry. "Yes…Mack, yes…" I'm squirming, bouncing, every thrust extending my mind-scrambling climax.
"Layne, baby," he groans, crushing me against him. Suddenly I'm lifted as Mack kneels, holding me in his arms as he thrusts into me faster and faster, coming hard and blasting my pussy with rope after rope of wet heat.
We melt into each other, kissing, caressing, then lying face to face across the bed.
He brushes my hair out of my eyes. "Layne, I've never…not like that. It was…" His eyes fall closed for a second as he breathes heavily. Then he opens them again, locking his gaze with mine. “How are you, baby? Tell me everything."
"Good." I giggle weakly. "Amazing. Wrung out? Spinny."
"That's not a very detailed incident report."
I barely have the energy to smack his gorgeous butt. "Not reporting time. Sleeping time."
We slip under the covers, and I snuggle into his arms.
Mack’s hard, muscled body has a few soft spots. Like his cheek, when he rubs it against mine. And the nook of his shoulder, perfect for me to use as a pillow.
I only hope that his heart is soft too, once we figure out what's going on between us.
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