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attention and hates it at the same time. He wants the main event but has a hard time with the opening acts. He’s an instant gratification guy.
    Giving Moby what he wants, I lock eyes with his cyan orbs as I grip his solid rod in my right hand. With my left hand digging into his ass cheek, I press his firm head past my lips while my tongue swirls the ridge before taking him deep. His cock plunges to the back of my throat causing my eyes to water. His hand finds my head, tangling his fingers in my hair, he sets the pace and the depth, and he likes it extreme. The closer he gets to gagging me the happier he is. He’s aroused by the control and watching my eyes tear. He’s not forceful, it’s methodical, just like everything Moby does. He never rushes an orgasm, mine or his, and he prefers to come in my pussy rather than my mouth—direct quote from the man himself. His grip on my hair changes, relaxing some, pulling his length from me.
    Nodding his head, he indicates for me to rise. Standing before him, he tilts his head again toward the bed. It’s late, we’ve had a long day, hell we’ve had several long days in a row. Following his command, I pull the covers down, and as we climb in, we each turn off the bedside lamps.
    In the darkness, moonlight shines through the windows and is the only illumination for our escapade. He reaches for my hand under the covers, pulling me to him, then over him, my stomach to his.
    “Spread, baby.”
    Just the sound of his voice brings me near the edge. The words roll off his tongue in a warm tenor that sounds like the color gold if it were audible. I could come on command for this man with little effort. Every time we’re together, he tells me to spread, and I love the word.
    Doing as he tells me, I open my legs, my knees falling outside his thighs, revealing my most private area. The cold air on my wet center sends chills through my body. Thinking he’s warming my skin, he runs his hands down my arms, catching my hips mid-shudder, pushing me down on his cock. It still takes my breath every time. He lets out a low moan as my warm pussy surrounds him and digs his stubby nails into my hips.
    He’s thick. Thicker than any man I’ve ever been with, he has the length necessary to do the job, but his greatest asset is his girth. Each time he fills me, it takes a moment of adjustment, but I love the little bite of pain knowing the pleasure that will follow. I watch his eyes close as he waits with my hands on his chest. He, too, knows I need a second, never pushing faster than I can go.
    Feeling me relax, his hips start to move under me, thrusting his cock deep inside me, and I ride my husband knowing there’s no other horse in this rodeo. He’s the prized stallion everyone wanted. My body rolls in tandem with his, the head of his cock hitting the perfect spot on my front wall. He stares with intensity before casting his gaze on the rest of my body. His hands assist in my ride, ensuring a rhythmic pace and deep penetration. My head falls cascading my hair down between my shoulder blades, my back arches, moaning his name, “Moby.” He knows I’m close. I won’t be able to hold out much longer. I wait to see if he joins or initiates round two for me so he can finish number one.
    His fingers sink into my ass, encouraging me to ride harder and move faster. He chooses the former, and his hips are pistoning underneath me. The pleasurable groans tell me he’s as close as I am. With one hand firmly planted on my ass, he digs deep into my skin, while his left thumb finds my clit, circling while I gyrate. We’re both glistening with sweat and the musky smell of sex fills my nostrils.
    Unable to hold back, he calls out, “Oh God, baby.”
    His sperm fills me, and instantly his orgasm sets off my own explosion, juices mixing, wave after wave crash around his cock, my pussy pulses, squeezing him.
    His clutch relaxes; he continues slow circles on my clit until he feels the muscles inside stop