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back so I can touch his skin, feel his life under my fingers as I kiss him with all the passion and pain inside me. He raises up, his mouth not leaving mine and I move my fingers to the bottom buttons, fumbling them in my haste but am soon pushing the soft cotton from his shoulders and down his arms. Then my fingers move to his pants.
    “Need you,” I say against his mouth, and he breaks away to stand next to the bed, taking care of the pants himself. Before they fall to the floor, he reaches into his pocket and tosses several condoms beside me. When he pulls his boxer briefs down his legs, I sit up and reach for his cock, wrapping my fingers around his length.
    He groans as I slide closer and take him into my mouth. His hands fist into my hair as he controls the speed and depth. I let him. I’ll let him do anything he wishes, I realize.
    Tasting the salt of him, I want more and open my mouth wider as he fills my throat. He holds himself there as my need for oxygen builds. I exhale in a whoosh as he withdraws but greedily accept him into my throat again, eager for the weight of him on my tongue.
    Looking up, I meet his eyes as he fucks my mouth. He pulls my hair harder, forcing my head back until I release him. Wrapping a hand around my throat, he pulls me up until I’m standing in front of him, his mouth on mine once more.
    Trapping his cock between our bodies, I press closer, my fingers tracing the muscles on his back and shoulders as the kiss deepens even more. I’m drunk on him, clinging to him as his teeth graze my tongue when I grow brave enough to explore his mouth.
    When I’m on my back again, I don’t remember getting there, and I don’t remember him sheathing his cock, but he’s soon pushing my legs apart with his knees, his hips parting me further. I open for him, reaching for him, guiding him to my very center. Our mouths connect in time with our bodies, and he swallows the whimper that escapes me when he plunges, reaching the end of me in one forceful stroke.
    “Fuck, are you sure you aren’t a virgin?” he groans out, his eyes tightly shut while my body struggles to stretch around him.
    Stroking his beard, taking his face in my hands, I promise that I’m not and lift my hips, changing our angle until he’s seated even more deeply inside me. He’s pulsing, or maybe it’s me, I’m not sure, but I know that I’m being ripped apart with desire and need. Need for him to move.
    When he does, pulling out slowly until only the tip holds me open, I brace myself for the impact I know is coming.
    “Tell me you want this.”
    His eyes are the deepest blue I’ve seen them yet. “I want this,” I tell him, whimpering the words. “Sir.”
    He growls and our bodies rock together, my breath leaving me from the force. I gulp in air before his mouth claims mine with an urgency matching the fierce joining of our sex.
    The snake inside me coils tighter as each thrust pushes me toward the edge. My fingers dig into his back, my heels digging into his ass.
    “Look at me,” he says, and my eyes snap open to meet his. “I want to see your face when you come.” The words are urgent, broken, as his pace increases, the music of our skin slapping together filling the room around us.
    The snake strikes and I scream, my body shuddering, my fingers digging into the only thing I can or want to hold onto. Him. He growls again, plunging harder and faster as I quake through my release. His blue eyes are black, his pupils swallowing the color and I plead with him to make me come again.
    I don’t want this to stop, even as I shudder through another universe altering orgasm that rocks me to my very core. His mouth is on mine again, devouring me as he rips me apart. I don’t care. I want more. Need more. Need everything.
    My name is on his lips when his pounding stops, his face contorting with the delicious pain of his own release. I take his weight again as he collapses onto me, kissing his temples, tasting the sweat of his