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her with each stroke, ignited the flight of her senses. And when she was
certain she couldn’t possibly fly to a greater height, he firmly grasped both
her thighs, wrapped them tightly around his waist and leaned back on his haunches.
He altered the angle of his thrusts and the motion sent her soaring head-on
into what she hoped wouldn’t be her first and only release of the night. She
panted hard as the pleasure washed through her, yet she was already hungry for
more. And by the consistent pounding of Ricky’s hips he was nowhere near done.
    With his eagerness and vigor he’d managed to shove her too
far up the bed. Her head painfully knocked once, twice, on the solid rails of
the headboard. Before she could catch her breath to air her discomfort, he
tugged her back down by her thighs.
    Grasping both her wrists, he placed them above her head and
wrapped her fingers around the thin planks of polished ornate wood. He planted
his much larger hands right beside hers and stared directly into her eyes as he
withdrew until only the tip of his cock remained inside her.
    “Make sure to hold on nice and tight, princess. This ride
might get a little bumpy.”
    “Then bring it, cowboy. Giddyup.” She spurred him on with a
smile, making a concentrated effort to re-impale herself, lifting her ass off
the bed. At the pinnacle of her upward thrust he sank deep inside her, rolled
his hips and sighed as the head of his length brushed against her inner limit.
There was a touch of discomfort, a pinch of pain, though she enjoyed him being
so flush with her pussy, so immersed that any small move he made tugged on
every erogenous cable in her body. She was going to come again. The pressure
built even more rapidly than the first time. How was that even possible?
    “Ah, fuck! I can feel you. I wanna make you come just like
this.” He continued the slow seductive roll of his hips, barely moving,
grinding against her entire body.
    How could such subtle motion feel so damn good? Her pulse
quickened and her nerves sang as she inhaled the deepest of breaths. Her thighs
tensed, anticipating what was to come next.
    “Oh God!” A freak tidal wave crashed over her, tumbling and
washing away any doubt that lingered about sneaking into his room.
    With a short, sinister chuckle he pulled the warmth of his
groin away only to quickly slam his cock back home with long hard strokes,
picking up speed with every deliberate pound, his heavy balls slapping the skin
of her ass. Her hands left the headboard and she clutched his shoulders as her
inner walls clenched around him, the remnants of the pleasurable wave a
whitewash of satisfaction as it settled over her skin with a fizz. Left
boneless, she gazed in awe as Ricky found his happy ending, his face
beautifully scrunched before he came.
    “Ahhh…like a fuckin’ boa constrictor, I swear. Fuck! ”
His body twitched, his butt muscles contracting beneath her palms.
    He fell on top of her with a heavy sigh, his body limp,
though slight tremors still shivered over his skin as he softly groaned into
the pillow beside her head. It was heaven having him lie entirely on top of
her—reassuring, comforting—but she had yet to fully catch her breath and his
dead weight wasn’t helping.
    As if he’d heard her thoughts, he rolled to her side and
disposed of the condom in the wastebasket beside the bed, wincing with the flex
of his sweaty muscles.
    His cell phone rang from his discarded jeans and he rubbed
his hand over his face and sighed. After swinging his legs over the side of the
bed, he bent to retrieve his phone, glancing at the display with a heavier
sigh. “Damn it. I need to take this call.”
    He stood with a grimace, rubbing the base of his spine. “Why
don’t you go take a shower and meet me in the living room when you’re done?”
Without waiting for her response, he picked up his jeans and strolled
unabashedly stark naked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
    She was again