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panted in relief. And then something occurred to me. “Wait,” I said. “Condom.”
    He shook his head. “I can’t wait,” he said simply, and the idea that he was so consumed with lust that he really couldn’t went off like a bomb in my head.
    I only hesitated for a split second. Then I nodded.
    He knelt back—I think so that I could watch, and he could, too. He planted his hands on my spread thighs and aimed the head of that gorgeous cock right at me. There was already a gleaming jewel of pre-cum shining there and, as I saw it approaching my pussy, a little quiver of uncertainty went through me. It’ll be fine, I told myself. He can pull out.
    He touched me, and oh God, the feel of that silken head, throbbing with heat, gliding up and down my wet folds. He looked down at me, checking that I was okay, and I loved him for that. Then he was pushing forward, the head spreading me—
    Stretching me.
    I drew in a long breath as the head pressed my lips wide. He really was big . I swallowed quickly as I felt him sink deeper, the head entering me up to its widest point. His inward progress slowed, I was so tight around him, and he grinned. And then he pushed again and—Ah!—I felt him slide into me, my body hungrily closing around the shaft. His momentum sank him deep into me, almost half of him sliding right up into my slickened tunnel on that first thrust, and I moaned as I felt him gliding past a thousand nerve endings, hard and throbbing and huge.
    He fell forward onto his arms, his hands thumping into the bed either side of me. We locked eyes, him staring down hungrily at me, me gazing desperately up at him, eyes wide and mouth open and panting. He began to drive into me, just slow movements of his hips at first. The push of his body against mine made my breasts bounce and jump, the sight of his strong chest above me making me heady. Then the strokes became longer and I gasped as he threatened to fill me all the way. He was longer than any man or toy I’d ever taken, and he was touching places I’d never felt before.
    “Go…slow,” I said breathlessly. But he just grinned and lowered himself a little more atop me. Now his pecs were grazing my nipples in a way that made me clutch his forearms, knuckles white. He was deep…and he was going to go deeper. He did go slow, giving me time to adjust to him, though, and there was no pain…just a glorious sensation of being filled.
    He entwined his fingers with mine and stretched our arms out wide to our sides. Lowering himself completely onto me, he started to lick and nibble at the base of my neck as he began to thrust in earnest. On each stroke I could feel the head of his cock pushing deeper, deeper…and then I gasped as I felt him push gently up against my very limits. I stared up at him, wordless, my eyes wide.
    “I can feel you,” he said. “I can feel every part of you.” The French twisted in my mind, turning hot and dark, flooding down my body to my groin. I felt my thighs unconsciously open a little wider for him.
    “I’m going to fuck you hard, now,” he told me softly, and his hands pressed mine a little harder into the bed, his hips pinning my lower body in place.
    My breath caught in my throat, but I nodded wordlessly up at him. I wanted it. I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything in the world.
    He began to pump at me, pulling out almost all the way each time and then rooting himself in me. He started slow but sped up quickly, until he was slamming into me, our bodies connecting with a wet slap. The bed was rocking, my breath coming in hot little pants in time with his thrusts. We were both glistening with sweat, my breasts damp beneath the hardness of his chest. I found myself wrapping my ankles around his lower legs, locking him into place.
    He gave a low growl as he felt that and began to move faster, until the sensation of his hard cock sliding back and forth past my slickened walls became one long blur of pleasure, until I was