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hold it against you when I’ve probably screwed a hundred guys and a handful of girls since I saw you last.”
    His bites escalate to something a little fiercer. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s left a light mark for my future customers to wonder about.
    “Did any of them make you feel like this?” He pauses to appraise the sincerity in my eyes.
    “No. Not even close.” I shove his chest, knocking him backward.
    His knee hits the corner of the mattress and he allows himself to fall. His feet rest on the floor, his knees bent, the majority of his body crashed sideways on the bed. Strong hands encircle my waist, drawing me over his supine form.
    I straddle his hips, more eager than he to join our bodies. “I hoped you’d come. Every day. I needed this.”
    “I’m sorry.” His head dips and he groans as my pussy glides over the length of his shaft. “Right now it’s hard to conjure any reason for staying away. I’m a moron.”
    I tip forward, blanketing his trembling body with mine. His fingers splay across the skin of my ass, guiding my short, quick passes over him. My breath catches when the tip of his cock prods my clit.
    “Condom.” He growls as I lick and nip his rugged throat, the underside of his prominent jaw. I’m not the only one who will bear evidence of our encounter.
    I rise up on straight-locked arms, my head canted. What is he saying?
    “Star, grab a condom. Quick. Or I’ll fuck you bare.”
    How could I have forgotten? I never have before.
    I lash out with one hand, irritated at myself and the world that necessitates the barrier between us, however thin. My fingers strike the stash of latex beneath a pillow. I bite my lip as Rick toys with my breasts while I dress him for the main event.
    My fingers hold him upright, perpendicular to his torso, as I roll the condom over his proud length. No sooner is he encased in the protective sheath then I follow with my own steaming, moist enclosure.
    Despite his earlier fears, I am well aware of every inch of his cock my pussy swallows. I cry out as a blast of pleasure stabs my belly when I’m seated on his upper thighs, his hard-on embedded fully inside me.
    He’s moaning, urging me to move, but I’m afraid I’ll come on the spot.
    When I don’t respond, he slaps my ass. The sting propels me forward, stroking my clit on the pad of muscle above his pelvic bone. Now that I’ve had a taste of the scrumptious friction, I have to have more. I tuck the tops of my pointed feet on the insides of his knees for leverage and begin to ride him, using his body to rub me in all the right places, inside and out.
    I plant my hands on his chest and swivel my hips in a figure eight that delivers the most sensation to my clit. He attempts to pinch my nipples, aborting the mission when I destroy his coordination and his ability to do anything other than accept my passion. I have plenty for us both.
    “Beautiful.” He grunts between the heavy impacts of my full weight bouncing vigorously over him. I should slow down, tease him, drag the rapture out until it hurts.
    Except it already does.
    I throw my head from side to side, trying to deny the inevitable.
    “Don’t.” He slaps my ass again, only worsening my dilemma. “Don’t resist. Take what you need.”
    I bite my lip, squeeze my muscles around his bulging erection and grind on his body. Completely out of control. Terrifying. Wondrous. Unstoppable.
    Without considering his satisfaction, another first in my loft, I concentrate on the ache in my core, expanding its effects. Intense euphoria washes over me, starting with my pointed toes. It travels up my legs like mercury in a thermometer on the hottest day of the year.
    When it hits the apex of my thighs, I scream and shatter.
    My eyes fly open in time to watch Rick come apart as he witnesses my abandon. His cock thickens inside me and he fucks upward, his hips arching off the bed to pound every last bit of his shaft into my spasming pussy. I visualize the