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hadn’t even noticed the moon before, it was
faint and partially obscured but gave off a nice soft
crescent-shaped glow. A new moon, I think they called
it.
    Alexander kept his hands
on top of mine on the railing and started to thrust into me. He
built up slowly — a little bit faster and a then a little bit
harder. His face pressed against the back of my neck, his lips
brushing against my skin as he increased his speed and moaned
against me. I moaned too, as I pushed back against him, matching
his rhythm, trying to will his throbbing cock deeper into
me.
    I wanted him cum. I wasn’t
ashamed of that anymore. One of the best things about this
arrangement I had entered into with Mr. Atherstone is that — for
the first time in my life — I could truly enjoy the feeling of a
man’s seed inside me. It didn’t come with worry or heartache. Its
warmth matched my own warmth — my own hope.
    I couldn’t get enough of
it. Every move I made on that rooftop was driven by a desire for
Alexander’s hot cum. I wanted him to explode in me, and so I moaned
and met his every thrust, willing him to go faster and to fuck me
harder. His body grew even warmer with his every effort, his hands
burning against mine, but he didn’t let up. I knew he wanted it
too.
    “Give it to me,” I
whispered into the night. “Come inside me.”
    He pulled out, almost to
the hilt, then again thrust deep into me. He did that once, then
again, then one more time, and then I heard him cry out — his voice
of pleasure so loud it seemed to echo across the city. His manhood
pulsated wildly inside of me. I did all I could to hold him inside,
feeling the first few jets of his hot cum erupt into me. I moaned
again — the sensation so intense — an orgasm building within
me.
    He collapsed against my
back, his hands still keeping me secure high atop the building he
owned, as his thick cock continued to shoot his seed into my
waiting and willing cunt.
    I kept my eyes on the moon
as his spent cock finally slipped out of me. He stood behind me,
arms wrapped around my waist, our naked and tired bodies pressed
together. I kept my eyes on the moon and the soft glow it gave off
in the darkness of night.
    A new moon. I was pretty
sure that was what they called it.
     
     
    Alexander wasn’t finished
with me, of course. He scooped me up in his arms, my legs still
aching from the way I had held them stiff when he fucked me against
the railing. He lifted me effortlessly and carried me through the
trees on the terrace. He brought me to a double-size recliner kept
next to an outdoor swimming pool.
    We lay down together, our
naked bodies nestled like spoons. It was a bitter cold night — too
cold, really, for this kind of thing — but we kept each other warm.
I kept my hips angled up, feeling the thick cum inside
me.
    We dozed together in the
soft light, listening to the faint sounds of the city and the
calmness of the water in the pool. Midway through the night, his
hand started to trace the contour of my breast again, and I
stirred, still half in a dream. I could feel his cock hardening
against me one more, and I knew I didn’t want it to go to
waste.
    He must have been thinking
the same thing, because I felt his hand lightly turn me over so
that I was laying on my back. He lay himself on top of me,
positioning his cock against my pussy, still slick from my arousal
and his cum, and pushed his way inside me.
    We gasped again at the
feeling of the two of us becoming one — fitting together so
perfectly. He fucked me slowly this time, our bodies wracked with
exhaustion. I could have told you it was all a dream, if not for
the oh-so-real feeling of his lips finding mine. He kissed me
tenderly as he thrust his cock into me, and after our lips broke I
opened my eyes and saw him staring at me in the soft
light.
    He flashed me a
half-smile. I let my eyes trace the scar on his face.
    I thrust back harder,
willing my hips up to meet every stroke of his hard
cock.
    He kissed me