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I bring my mouth to his neck, breathing in the spicy scent of his sweat and virility, drunk with passion, about to erupt. Almost sobbing with pleasure, my soft body seizes up and my thighs clench him from each side, and I sink my teeth into his shoulder. He doesn’t stop, incessantly pounding into me as my walls squeeze him, releasing my torment, small drops of my juices trickling down his tight balls. When I loosen my pressure on him, my entire body feeling like a limp noodle.
Jason slowly lays me down on my back on the countertop, still buried to the hilt in my heat. I am still shivering as he continues to slide into me, slower now, a wry grin on his succulent lips as he peers down at me.
“Tu as bien aimé ça?” he asks me. Did you like that?
I hoist myself up on my elbows and gaze more intently at him, still slightly flushed from my climax, glancing down at his gently moving erection, and licking my lips, communicating what else I’d like.
“Je n’ai pas encore fini avec toi,” he growls. I’m not done with you yet.
I tremble with anticipation at his bold words, knowing he is capable of pleasuring me endlessly, and longing for it.
Jason slides out of me completely, and I feel his lack of warmth immediately, wanting, needing it back. He drags me back to the edge of the counter, hoists me up again as though I weight absolutely nothing, swinging me around to press the heat of his brawn against me. Jason pushes back inside me, gliding easily through my juices, with such power that I am thrown halfway back onto the counter, gripping onto the edges to steady myself. I cry out with exhilaration, still dazed, and realize I am looking directly in a dusty mirror at the reflection of his sculpted torso and my hunched body.
He drives deeply into me with long, measured strokes, clutching my hips firmly. I watch my knuckles turn white from their grip on the sides of the counter, my nipples grazing the cold surface as my breasts swing back and forth with each thrust. Jason brings one of his hands to the front of me, rubbing my clit with his rough forefingers. The combination of disparate sensations sets me afire again, succumbing even more, if possible, to his power.
His strokes come a bit slower now, adding to my torment. I need more, I want all of him, I can’t get enough of his skin. I rise up on the counter, sliding my knees seamlessly onto the table, my thighs spread as far apart as possible, my back arched, his thrusts now as deep as possible, making me moan with the pain of it. He reads my body language perfectly, running his hand along the downward slope from my ass to my neck, wrapping my long hair around his hand and using it as a leash to pull my head back. His hips roll into me, his pelvis slapping loudly against my haunches, and he starts smacking my ass, hard enough to remind me this is too vivid to be a fantasy.
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