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  “Fuck, you’re so wet,” I groan, stating the obvious.

  “Touch me,” she begs. Her eyes dazzle with erotic longing.

  I push her legs open, as wide as they will go. I take a sweet moment to stare at that already soaking, gleaming pussy.

  Her juices drip and linger on her sensitive, swollen pussy lips.

  “Get ready for the ride of your life,” I state with confidence as I get on my knees beside her on the bed.

  Her legs shake with anticipation and I grip her tight for support. I want to tease her first and make her dance on the edge of orgasm before I even begin.

  I kiss her inner thighs first, slowly working my way up with excruciatingly teasing movements that I know are driving her fucking crazy.

  “Please,” she whimpers.

  I pull her lacy panties off in one smooth motion and kiss the outer folds of her pink, fleshy, dripping pussy lips. She arches her back and moans softly. She’s so fucking sexy when she moans like that.

  Precum drips from the tip of my cock, and I know it won’t be long before I let the snake out of its cage.

  I move my tongue to spread her pussy lips. I taste the first drops of her sweet nectar as I make my way to her engorged clit.

  She moans a little louder now and arches her back again.

  I press my face completely between her legs, devouring all her ripe juices.

  “Fuck,” she yells as she digs her nails into the back of my head, pressing me closer to her.

  I begin to work my magic on her clit, swirling my tongue in slow circles at first.

  I could lick the fucking alphabet on her and she’d go nuts.

  Speaking of nuts, my balls fucking ache now inside my pants with the need to cum all over this sexy little body of hers.

  “Owen…” Her voice is like a song.

  Fuck, it’s driving me wild to hear her moan my name like this.

  I continue to lick her, slowly at first, and then more frantically as her body shakes and stiffens, over and over again.

  She digs her heels into my back and squeezes her legs together as she writhes around in pleasure on under me.

  “I think I’m going to come soon,” she warns, and I can’t fucking wait for it.

  I take my index finger and push it deep inside of her. I can’t help it, I need that wetness not only dripping from my mouth but also oozing from my fingertips.

  Her slick juice is so warm, so fucking good.

  She moans harder, louder, faster than before. I know she’s so fucking close, I can literally taste it.

  I work magic with my tongue, stroking and flicking against her swollen clit. My finger pushes its way further up inside of her, exploring the dark wetness.

  She’s soaking the mattress cover on top of the bed. This high is incredible and I never want us to come down.

  Yes, I’m that type of guy.

  I care just as much about satisfying the woman I’m sleeping with as I do about getting off myself.

  I kiss her pussy lips and take a final suck of her clit before she finally succumbs to the eruption of pleasure she holds within.

  I unlock the key of desire, crooking my finger and massaging her G-spot, and she comes immediately, almost violently. Her body shakes, trembles and spasms with the rocking force of her climax.

  She moans out, but I don’t stop. I continue to fuck her with my tongue and finger until her body goes limp.

  I grin and move up to smile at her.

  Her body is soft like jelly as she quivers in the aftermath, in the glistening, sated glow of her orgasm.

  “You’re fucking amazing.” She grins back at me with a dazed, relaxed expression.

  Her hair, blonde, and gorgeous and long, is spilling delicately over the bed.

  Remember how I said I was currently in a brunette phase? I take it back. Because this golden goddess right here is all I fucking want at the moment.

  “I know how to treat a lady,” I tease as I move up to kiss her lips. “I want you to taste yourself,” I demand.

  “Gladly.” She gives me a mischievous grin.

  Fuck yeah.

  The passion swirls around us. I need to fuck her—and soon.

  She wiggles from underneath me.

  “Now I want to taste you.”

  Her eyes are seductive, and I’m panting with desire as she stares a hole right through my heart.

  “What are you going to do?” I growl.

  “Watch and learn, pretty boy,” she teases, and grips my waist, drawing me closer.

  “I want you to be naked.”

  “Your wish is my command,” she breathes out with a sexy sigh as she unclasps the black, lacy bra and tosses it away over her head.

  My eyes scan her body. Her breasts are perky, tantalizing and bouncy. Her nipples are pink and perfect. Her pussy, the very one I just tasted is still gleaming in the afterglow of her orgasm.

  Her lips are swollen and juicy.

  Fuck, I need to fuck her soon.

  I instinctively squeeze her breasts, taking each one in a fat, luscious handful.

  She eagerly pulls my pants and boxer briefs down, leaving me exposed with my thick rod pointing to the sky.

  “Oh my God,” she says as she drinks in how huge my cock is.

  I let out a rumbling laugh. Yeah, that’s what everyone says. It’s not often women have been treated to the kind of pleasure I can provide with my thick twelve-inch cock. Yeah, that’s fucking right. You heard me. I’m packing a full foot of man meat that even your imagination can’t do justice to.

  “Are you ready for this baby?” I taunt her with it, gripping it in my fist.

  She nods her head slowly, seductively. With obvious hunger.

  “Come to me,” she whispers eagerly.

  I move towards her as her lips wrap around my swollen, sensitive cock.

  “Fuck, that feels so good.” I egg her on with a shower of compliments. I never want this to fucking end.

  She begins to suck, moving her head up and down like she’s loosening a cork in a bottle of wine. I graze my hands gently through her hair, fanning it out as she works hard on my shaft, going up and down.

  She tightens her mouth around me, hollowing out her cheeks and swirling her tongue with intricate detail all over my throbbing cock.

  Then she stops a moment and takes her mouth from my cock with a pop, eying me with desire and naughty lust. She takes her tongue and slowly runs it up and down my cock, from the tip to the end and back again.

  “Oh fuck,” I groan out as I just fucking revel in what she’s doing to me.

  She’s on her knees, naked, her mouth fucking my cock with amazing skill.

  She eyes me again, and I can’t take it for one more fucking second. I need to be inside of her.

  Precum drips from the tip of my cock and makes a slippery wet mess on her lips.

  “I need to fuck you now,” I pant.

  “Then, come here baby.” She skirts her nails across my back. “What are you waiting for?”

  The room is hot with the movement of our sweaty bodies. The room smells like sex.

  She leans back on the bed.

  “I’m ready for you to take me,” Molly says seductively.

  “You’re so fucking sexy, Molly,” I breathe out as I climb toward her.

  I take my hard cock and push it slowly against her swollen pussy lips, moving them apart, teasing them with the head. She cries out with pleasure as I do.

  With a grunt, I push myself inside of her, setting up camp and burying my cock balls deep inside of her in one hard thrust, as far as it will go.

  I groan out, and my eyes roll back in my head. Is this really this fucking amazing? I thought I enjoyed my finger being inside of her, but I had no idea how impossibly amazing it was going to feel to have her pussy wrapped around my cock.

  She wiggles her hips below me, helping me maneuver all the way in. She gasps and cries out with pleasure as I fill her all the way up. Fuller than I know she’s ever been bef
ore.

  “Fuck me, Owen,” she pleads.

  “I love it when you cry out my name,” I groan, and begin to thrust, slowly at first, to pace myself.

  She squeezes my ass cheeks with her hands, bringing me closer to her.

  Then, fuck it, who wants to go slow? I start pumping with more force, enthusiasm and burning need. The sound of my cock pounding in and out of her makes a wet, slopping, suctioning sound that I fucking love and crave.

  I grab her hips and flip her over in one smooth move, my cock never even slipping out because she’s gripping it so fucking tightly. I thrust even harder than before as she moans wildly.

  She looks back at me over her shoulder, and I watch her facial expression contort with passion-fueled desire.

  “Fuck me, Owen,” she cries, and I show her no mercy.

  I rail her harder and faster. Her body shakes and then stiffens again. I know I’m edging her closer to orgasm number two with the way I’m plowing into her.

  I can tell that she’s in complete ecstasy by the way she’s moaning. Her cheeks are flushed and she’s wet as fuck, soaking the sheets between us, her cum coating my cock and my balls, running down both our thighs.

  “You like it, don’t you, naughty girl?” I grin and slap her ass, grinding the words out through my own building pleasure.

  “I’m coming!” she moans out as her hands flail around, gripping at the bed cover as her body comes completely unglued.

  She squeezes her pussy together as I hit her G-spot over and over, finally sending her over the edge to orgasm.

  “I’m coming!” she screams again, so loudly that I’m sure the entire fucking building can hear her cries of pleasure.

  That’s fucking right, baby.

  “That’s it, Molly, take that cock like a good girl,” I command, pushing her further into her orgasm with my thrusting, pulsing cock.

  Her body shakes and trembles as she convulses, giving herself completely over to her orgasm. I don’t stop my powerful pumping, I keep moving. I’m a man on a mission.

  “Wow,” she moans out. She’ coming down from the heat of the climax, but I am still rocking hard inside of her as my hard cock ravages her pussy.

  I know I’m going to come soon, I can feel the eruption building. The sensation is like the pull of a magnet, drawing me closer to her.

  She spreads her knees further apart, opening herself wider for me, and I continue to stretch her pussy lips with my massive twelve-inch cock.

  “I’m going to come all over your sweet juicy tits,” I announce.

  In an instant, I pull out of her and flip her onto her back again as my hot load erupts, burning her skin with pleasure. She takes my warm cum as I splash it all over her and rubs it on her nipples.

  I groan out as my body shakes from the climax. I shoot what seems like a million gallons of hot, sticky cum all over her, and finally the last drop drips out of the tip of my cock.

  I collapse beside Molly, panting and breathing hard, gasping for air.

  “That was incredible.” She giggles and runs her hands through my hair.

  My arms and legs are numb, and I laugh, coming down from the euphoric sensation that I wish will last forever.

  “Amazing,” I say, the only word I can muster to escape my lips. This has to be the best sex I’ve had in a long time.

  I know I’m in fucking trouble with this one—Molly is quite the sexual competitor. And I know right now that this won’t be the last time I have to have her.

  Good thing my plan includes keeping her around for a while.

  10

  Owen

  I’m not one to brag but...

  Ah, fuck, who the hell am I kidding? I fucking live to gloat, you should know that by now.

  Molly is sleeping naked, beside me.

  That’s right, I’m a winner. I have a gorgeous, blonde beautiful babe sleeping silently and peacefully on my bed.

  This is not the first time, and certainly won’t be the fucking last time, I score a hot chick in my bedroom.

  Girls always flock to me one way or another. I like to count my charismatic charm as one of the main reasons I can sleep with hot women.

  I also have a huge cock and rock-hard abs, which does me tons of favors, too. My dark hair and dark eyes give me that brooding, mysterious look that girls hunt for.

  I’m the total fucking package, with a huge package between my legs always ready to go. My libido never ceases, and I’m on fire, having one of the luckiest sexual streaks in the history of Owen fucking Wolfe.

  I trace Molly’s sexy yet slender curves with my eyes, even though she’s sound asleep and out cold to the world. That makes her appear even more fragile and gorgeous, and the soft glow the moonlight casts on her skin makes her appear like an angel. We fucked all fucking evening.

  If you think I’m falling into the trap of love-struck giddiness, then fuck you. I’m just enjoying a hot girl sleeping in my bed beside me. Don’t get any funny ideas that the tough guy’s going soft because it’s not going to happen…trust me.

  A few seconds later, I hear the doorbell ring. It’s finally the room service I ordered like a fucking hour ago. What the fuck are they doing down there? Clearly, it’s moving at a snail pace.

  “Good evening, sir,” the bellhop greets me with the tray beside him. He’s wearing the standard traditional red suit with white gloves and a gold-rimmed hat.

  “Thanks,” I grumble and give him a tip as he pushes the cart inside the apartment.

  The bellhop thanks me for the tip and turns to leave, going back down the same hallway he came from.

  I close the door behind me and bring the tray to the bedroom, gently placing it down on the bed beside the still sleeping Molly.

  I’m surprised that the doorbell didn’t wake her up; she must be a heavy sleeper.

  At any rate, I’m getting fucking bored as shit having to sit here by myself, and I’d rather enjoy the meal with her than without her, so I decide to kiss her to wake her from her dreamy slumber.

  “Hey,” I whisper and gently rub the small of her back, right above her juicy ass cheeks. “Wake up, sleepy head.”

  Molly stirs and sighs, but she doesn’t come out of her dozing state. I kiss her cheek, then her neck and feel her reaction by chill bumps raising on her skin.

  Molly opens her eyes and blinks while she adjusts to the light in the room. She props herself up on her elbows and looks at me in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing’s wrong. I have dinner here for us.”

  I point to the tray of delicacies from the five-star kitchen of The Avalon, which has also been featured in tons of swanky magazines for its top rated, world-renowned chefs.

  “Um…” Molly chuckles and eyes the food.

  “My offer to you was and still is to buy you dinner,” I explain. “I never ever break any of the promises I make.” I eye her with a cocky grin.

  “I suppose you don’t,” she laughs, and shakes her head. “You’re proving your point well, sir,” she says with a smile.

  “Thank you,” I say as I open the lids to the plates. “Shall we dig in?”

  “Where did you get this food?” Molly scratches her head and yawns. I fucking love how comfortable she already is around me. Most girls I sleep with want to fuck and leave, not even getting to know me.

  I know what you’re thinking, that I’m a punk who needs constant attention. Well, you’re only partially right on that front. I don’t know why it is, but…after sex, I feel the need for companionship, however fleeting that moment turns out to be. And it is always fleeting.

  “I ordered it from downstairs,” I say.

  “Downstairs?” Molly repeats in apprehensive question.

  “Room service.” I take the lids off the trays.

  “Wow,” Molly says. “That’s quite impressive. The only thing my apartment building has is a laundry room,” she chuckles.

  “I have to pay extra for this feature,” I admit. “It’s worth it, though. I
spare no expense for convenience and luxury.”

  “I can see that.” Molly nods in agreement, a slight smile on her lips.

  She wraps a blanket from the bed around her body and sits on the seat I graciously pull out for her. See? I can be a gentleman if I really put my mind to it.

  I hand her a plate of filet mignon with a side of cranberry salad and white truffle cakes for dessert. “What if I can’t finish all this food?” Molly’s eyes grow wide.

  “Just eat what you want,” I say and take a bite of my own steak.

  “Thanks for ordering this stuff,” Molly digs right in.

  “I admire a woman who’s not afraid to eat,” I admit.

  Molly grins. “Then you’re about to see something really special,” she jokes and starts practically fucking inhaling the food on her plate.

  I laugh. It is kind of refreshing to see her give no fucks attitude about eating in front of me. The typical models and actresses and strippers I date let all the good meals I buy them go totally fucking to waste.

  I decide to take the conversation in a different direction. “So, what suddenly changed your mind?”

  I examine her as I sip my glass of pinot noir.

  Molly swallows her bite of cranberry cocktail. “Change my mind about what?”

  “You know, what was the selling point that incited you to call me after all and take me up on my offer?”

  “You want to know why I’m interested in you?” Molly laughs.

  “Now I feel like you’re trying to avoid answering the question,” I tease and raise an eyebrow at her.

  “No, it’s not like that at all.” Molly shakes her head in denial, then shrugs. “I wanted to take a risk.”

  I smile. “I guess you’re telling me that I’m that risk?’

  “Right.” Molly winks at me and sips her wine. “This food is fucking delicious, by the way,” she admits. “Sorry, I know I’m being rude by talking with my mouth full.”

  She covers her lips with her hand.

  “It’s fine,” I say and stare at her.

  “What?” She asks and gives me a self-conscious look.

  “Nothing,” I say. “It’s just…well, you’re ridiculously beautiful. Like how is it even fair to the other women out there?”