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down.
    His fist worked up and down his cock. Her eyes followed the
same path. He had a beautiful cock. She tugged her nipples and gasped at the
pleasure.
    “You like that, don’t you, Hope? Watching me stroke my cock?
See how hard you make me?” He slowed down.
    Her eyes fixed on the pre-cum dripping from the purple tip.
    She licked her lips. “I want to taste you.”
    Leaning forward, he wrapped one hand around the iron
bedstead and directed his shaft toward her mouth. She opened, flicked her
tongue across the head, lapping the leaking moisture. He tasted salty and
tangy.
    “Hmmm,” she purred, fixing her eyes on his, letting him see
how much she enjoyed sampling him.
    “Spit on me, get me nice and wet, baby.”
    Heat flushed her cheeks. She’d never been asked to do such
intimate things before, but with him it was okay. He wouldn’t judge her. All
that mattered was pleasure. Their pleasure.
    She did as he commanded.
    “That’s it. Now hold your tits together.”
    Creating a channel for his cock, she waited in anticipation.
Settling his weight on her torso, he palmed her breasts, massaged the soft
flesh. Tweaking her nipples, he tugged, pinched the turgid nubs.
    She gasped. A new shot of pain coursed through her already
overloaded system and coiled in her pussy.
    “Ethan!”
    “What? Tell me what you need, Hope.”
    He rubbed his cock around her nipples. First one, then the
other. Pre-cum glistened on her skin. Watching him mark her this way drove her
wild.
    “Fuck my tits. Please, Ethan.” Was that desperation in her
voice? Damn straight it was . She’d never wanted something so much in her
life, and she could beg. “Please.”
    He slammed his cock between her breasts. His eyes fluttered
closed and a frown furrowed his brow. He bit his lower lip and gripped the
bedstead above her.
    “Ethan?”
    He opened his eyes and looked down. “That feels fucking
amazing.”
    Hope beamed. She squeezed the globes tighter around his cock
and was rewarded with a low moan.
    Ethan began to move. Slow, languid strokes. Sweat beaded on
his brow. She knew he fought for control.
    She murmured words of encouragement. “Fuck me, Ethan. I’ve
waited so long for your cock. Fuck me.”
    Teasing her nipples, she tortured the hard peaks with her
fingers. Every pinch, every tug, sent an answering sensation to her clit and
almost drove her over the edge. She’d never been able to come from playing with
her breasts but today might be different.
    “You feel so good. I love the way my cock looks between your
breasts.”
    “And I love the way it feels.”
    His eyes bored into hers. “Tell me how it feels, Hope.”
    She stopped playing with her nipples and moved her palms
slightly. Every time he stroked upward, she brushed her fingertips over the
head of his shaft. “Hot, hard, soft. You’re leaking all over me. I want to feel
you come on me. I want you to mark me with your cum.”
    Heat flashed in his eyes. His nostrils flared. He picked up
his strokes, fucking her with such force her head banged against the bedstead.
She didn’t care. She wanted this, wanted him crazy for her.
    “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come.” He repeated the phrase
over and over.
    “Come on me, Ethan. Make me yours.”
    He sat up, gripped his cock and pumped. He was so close she
could see the tension on his face. He clenched his jaw. The muscles in his neck
stretched, became taut. Reaching between their bodies, she worried her clit.
    “Arggh.”
    Hot jets of cum spurted on her breasts, covering her. As
soon as his seed hit her flesh, Hope felt the tight coil of tension in her body
unravel. Her pussy clenched and she closed her eyes, riding the waves of
pleasure.
    “Ethan!” She came moaning his name.
    Drawing in a deep breath, she opened her eyes. Ethan rubbed
his cum into her skin, stroking her nipples in the process. She let out a low
moan and felt little aftershocks of pleasure in her womb.
    “That was…” His flushed cheeks and mussed hair