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powerfully against his finger. She cried out, her fists gripping his hair through multiple spasms against his finger. When she finished, he stilled his finger but left it in place. He nuzzled and kissed her sex, then lifted his head and smiled up at her. “Have I told you how much I love making you come?”
    “ You have to finish what you started,” she panted, open-mouthed.
    She always wanted his hard cock after she had climaxed without it.
    His control had almost reached its limit. He had been ready to come back around noon. He had to end this before he went off in his shorts. Hanging over her, he unzipped and freed his swollen member from its knit confines.
    She reached for him, ran her finger s along the length of him. He clenched his teeth and held his breath.
    “You feel so nice,” she murmured. “And so hot.” She shoved his shorts all the way past his butt and lifted her knee higher.
    His jaw tightened. He took himself in hand and carefully pushed the tip into her. She was so damn tight. And after they had been so long without sex, the last thing he wanted was to cause her pain. Her opening flexed around him. “Sweet Jesus,” he ground out. “Sweet, sweet, sweet….Lift your knee a little higher, baby….”
    She did and he gave her his whole cockhead. “Can you take all of it, baby?”
    “Yesss.”
    She locked her eyes on his, hooked her knee over his shoulder and he easily slid balls deep into the exquisite hot sheath. A powerful quickening answered from deep in his belly. He held it at bay by thinking about football plays. “Oh, man,” he mumbled.
    Hanging onto the sofa back with one hand, his opposite foot braced on the floor , he began to slowly pump. In….And in….And in. He counted each time his flesh gloriously glided against hers. He plunged deeply with each thrust, rolling his hips so that the tip of him reached high up inside her and the root of him pressed her clit with each downstroke. She stayed with him, stroke for stroke, caressing his face, his shoulders, cooing her pleasure and moaning softly. At times like this, they connected in a way he had never known before.
    Soon, he was pumping hard and fast and had ceased trying to distract his body. They were looking into each other’s eyes, panting and chuffing and lost in the wet friction of his penis moving inside her. The exquisite ripples against his cock started again. She began to make little female grunts. With all his will, he held back until she sobbed out and her sex grabbed him like a greedy fist. He held his breath and squeezed his eyes shut while she milked him with strong contractions.
    Before she finished, the air around him became a red mist and he lost control. “Aww, God. Mandy. I’m coming…” His body stiffened and on a bark, he spewed into her. His cock jerked inside her twice more and he was empty. “Aww, God….”
    Somehow, he prevented himself from collapsing his full weight on top of her and gradually sank down. As his head stopped spinning and awareness returned, he realized she was contorted like an acrobat, both knees up to her earlobes, both legs over his shoulders and he didn’t even know when that had happened.
    “ Hmm, don’t move,” she mumbled. “Let’s just stay like this. For about a week.”
    Long minutes passed, her arms wrapped around his head, his face buried against her fragrant neck. Finally, on its own, his spent cock slipped out of her. He quickly lifted her bottom and arranged her skirt beneath it. “I don’t want to make a big mess on your sofa.”
    He carefully moved her legs from his shoulders and pushed himself up, sat back on his heels, looking down at her sprawled and open before him. His creamy essence showed in her opening and he like seeing it there, knowing that it was his. She was his. He never doubted her fidelity.
    “You’re beautiful ,” he told her. “Pretty as a new calf.”
    “Thanks a lot,” she said dryly. “If I didn’t know you so well, I might not take