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returned a minute or two later. I took my cock in hand, my wrist twisting with every upward stroke, while I swiped my thumb across the head on the descent. It was so easy to imagine myself in there with her.
    Just like her story, I would come in from behind in her bedroom. My large hands encircling her tiny waist, pulling her back to my front while rubbing my dick against the swell of her ass.
    “I need you,” I groaned against her soft skin. “Can I have you, baby?”
    She trembled in my arms as I whispered these words against the nape of her neck. “Please,” she whimpered, her tiny hands reaching back and taking a hold of my cock. Lucia squeezed hard enough to make my knees momentarily weaken—for my eyes to roll into the back of my head. Up and down her hand went, tugging on my engorged flesh. Each pass met with a thrust of my own.
    I was setting a slightly harsh pace. “God, you're huge—strong, yet silky in my hands. Can I taste you?” she moaned out as my hand reached around and cupped her supple breast.
    Kneading the flesh roughly, I plucked her nipples into stiffened peaks. Teased them until they were both sensitive and she was left panting for more.
    “On your knees,” I ordered and flicked each nipple one last time. However, before I let her turn around and lower her body, I wanted to show her just who was in charge of our play. First, I needed to wrap her long, silken hair in my hands and take control of her head.
    Control her movements.
    Jerking her neck back, I caused her lips to become level with my own. So tempting. Juicy.
    I devoured.
    My kiss was brutal.
    In a way, I wanted to punish her for making me want her so badly, for turning my world upside down and making me forget who I was before she entered it. My tongue invaded her mouth roughly, and I claimed every inch.  Probed, worshiped, and marked.
    I wanted to permanently brand my essence within her, as she had already marked me with hers.
    Her tongue was soft, gentle against my more demanding one. I began to slow the intensity and pulled away. Lucia didn't like this and informed me with a glorious pout on her swollen lips. I couldn't help myself and nipped her bottom one. This earned me another pout and while cute, I needed to correct that behavior.
    I smacked her ass once, just hard enough to make her hiss in pain.
    It was my show.
    My rules.
    “None of that, baby. Get down on your knees and open wide. Service me.” She complied and lowered herself before me, eyes wide and innocent while she watched me stroke my cock before tapping her lips. “Open.”
    My pre-come left a string of gloss over the plumpness of her lower lip.
    “Mmmm,” she hummed as my pre-come covered her lips and her tongue snuck out for a taste.
    “Fuck, so sexy.” I growled low. “Open up, baby, and don’t fucking move.” I slid the swollen head of my cock over her lips, letting the warmth of her breath wash over my dick. It sent shivers down my spine. Gently, I moved the head in and out from between her lips while the tight grip I had on her hair kept her in place. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” I hissed out in absolute pleasure.
    She pushed against my hold, moving her tongue around the tip and over the slit that poured my essence into her mouth. The hand not holding her silky strands reached out and pinched her nipple hard.
    “Shit!” Lucia yelped, and then let out the sexiest groan known to man.
    She likes it rough , I mused and smacked the sensitive tip one more time; her thighs became glossy.
    “You like that, don't you?” I stated; it wasn’t a fucking question. She opened her mouth, the reply sitting on her tongue, but I was having none of that and pushed my cock in until I hit the back of her throat.
    My girl was a trooper; she choked and gasped for air but didn't pull back. Instead, her tiny hands found purchase on my ass and pulled me in closer.
    With both hands now imbedded in her hair, I held her head still and fucked that pretty mouth of hers. The