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His lips smash into mine. No hesitation. No second-guesses. He's sure and swift, pinning me to the bed and expertly parting my lips with his tongue. Want throbs between my legs as we tangle, and I lose myself to the new and exciting passion that consumes me.
"Edward," I moan as his lips leave mine and trail across my cheek. "I'm … I don't …" Each time I start, I pull back.
I do. I can.
I need to communicate something, but I'm unsure what. "Please," I beg, fisting his hair as his lips dip below my collar. "Make it stop."
He lifts his head, pausing. I can't see his expression, but I sense my desperation has given him pause. "I'm an expert," he says, his voice steady. "This is what I do. But I need you to acknowledge that it'll never go beyond this. I only fuck, but I'm damn good at it."
You'd think his words would turn me off, but they don't. They're exactly what I need to hear. I'm not looking for love. I've had that, and it's nearly choked me to death. I want to feel good, to be driven to heights I've never before imagined. This man with his extra-large member and professional background must capable of delivering that dream.
I bring my lips to his ear. "Fuck me with your giant cock, Edward," I whisper, gripping his shoulders. "Take away my pain."
His breath whooshes out of him, and he moves swiftly, flicking on the bedside lamp. He smirks as I shield my eyes from the light. "I'm going to need to see this."
The memory of his beautiful, perfect cock pops into my mind, and I smile. "You'll get no complaints here."
His eyes roam over me as he pulls open the nightstand drawer. "Perfect."
He returns with a row of condoms, and instead of questioning him, I eagerly await my second chance to gaze upon the anaconda. Without a shy bone in his body, his shorts are yanked down and tossed to the carpet before he sheathes himself in latex. Naked and insistent, he's all over me in a heartbeat.
He licks, sucks, and nips, tweaks, plucks, and pinches. His touch is perfect and precise, driving me out of my mind. I assumed his cock would be the only magical part of this journey, but I was so very mistaken. His tongue is a mystical gift sent straight from heaven, and his fingers are long, slim, and divine.
It takes him all of ten minutes to have me naked and writhing against his mouth like a wanton hussy. Two more minutes and I'm clawing at the sheet beneath me, needing something to tether me to this world as my first orgasm rockets through me.
As clarity returns, I realize he's already hovering over me, a cocky smirk gracing his lips. "More?"
My arms weigh ten-thousand pounds, but I fight like crazy to lift them anyway. I tug his shoulders and crash our lips together. It isn't passionate or toe-curling, instead frantic and messy, but it represents everything I'm feeling.
"More," I say, locking a leg around his waist and pulling him flush against me. "Give me everything you got."
He chuckles, and it's a husky, sex-filled sound. "It's a considerable amount." He pushes his condom-wrapped cock through my slit, teasing my entrance. "I think, for now, we'll stick to the basics."
He pushes inside, stretching me to the threshold of pleasure and pain. I moan as my pussy pulses, dragging him deeper. "More."
His lips descend, scraping against my neck as he thrusts inside. I cry out as his teeth sink in, my body arching to give him access to all of me. I grip his shoulders like a lifeline as he begins to thrust in earnest. My nails sink into his tender flesh as I try to hold onto my sanity. My mind is spinning, delirious with pleasure. I'm being battered in places that have never been touched.
"Please, please, please," I chant, my muscles seizing as the first flutters move through me. "Oh, God!"
"Almost," he rasps, lifting to his knees and hooking my legs across his elbows.
He fucks me until I forget who I am and what brought me here.
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