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back into the cushions of the couch. I bring my hips closer to him and use my legs to manipulate his body.
    Vincent pumps his finger in and out of me, only stopping to add another, and increases the tempo.
    “More,” I beg, but he doesn’t give it to me. He keeps his speed even until my thighs tighten again around his head, and I rise farther off the sofa.  
    Sensation comes at me from all directions, somehow blasting me from within and showering me from outside my body. I yell out as I come. When I can open my eyes and focus, I give him a smirk.
    Vincent exaggeratedly sucks his wet fingers.  
    “I wanted more of those,” I say.
    “And I want you tight. Didn’t want to stretch you out too much.” He stands up, which brings his dick right in front of my face.
    “I don’t think it would have mattered much with how big that thing is,” I say, nodding to his mammoth cock. I’m still catching my breath when I lick my lips and reach out for him. With a solid hold on his cock, I flick my tongue over the head. “Like that?” I look up, the tip of his prick still resting on my bottom lip.
    His dick jumps in response and he says, “Yeah.”
    “Want me to do it again?”
    “Yes, please.”
    I want to make him beg for it further, but the hunger in his eyes is enough. His hips buck toward me, and the tip nudges into my mouth. First, I only suck the large head while I use my hand to stroke him.
    “Fuck, baby . . . yeah,” he grunts out.  
    His hands drop almost possessively to my shoulders, and I tense for a second. Security is right outside. I’m safe. This is a situation of my own making. This guy isn’t trying to hurt me; he’s just into it.
    With a calming breath, I relax.
    Vincent’s cock is too large for me to take all the way down, so I take him as far as I can. The head bumps the back of my throat, and I move my mouth to suck only on the underside of his shaft while stroking and gently twisting the head with one hand. I use the fingers on my other hand to tickle his balls.
    When his hands tighten on my shoulders and his moans grow louder, I stop and stand up. “Not so fast. You don’t get to come yet. I want to know what that fat fucking cock of yours feels like when you shove it inside me.”
    I toss a package I’ve stashed in the couch to him, then turn and bend over the couch.  
    Vincent wastes no time rolling the condom down onto his shaft. The head nudges open my pussy, and he slowly drives into me. He feels fantastic inside of me, filling me completely, and he pulls out just as slowly.
    But I push my hips back against him roughly. “No. Go fast. Fuck me hard,” I demand. “Try to break me.”
    With a sharp smack to my ass, Vincent gives me what I want. His grip tightens on my hips as he brings me back against him. The sound our bodies make as they come together echoes through the penthouse. Over and over again we slap together, not violent, but hard. My breathing hollows as the measure of his thrusts increase. I can’t help but cry out. I dig my fingers into the sofa; I strain my arms to hold me up. I stand on the very tips of my toes to perfect the angle of his thrusts.
    He—I forget his name already—wraps his strong arm around my waist, which limits both our movements. I hang like a rag doll as he continues to manipulate my body while rocking his hips. His cock is buried deep within me now, filling me. I move my legs to wrap snake-like around his waist to seal our connection. My whole body stiffens when we find the right angle of penetration.
    I grasp behind me and lock my hands around his forearms.  
    “You like this, baby?” he asks.
    I can only nod and respond with a moan. My body is burning, and the sensation of pleasure is near the point of bursting. When he suddenly releases me, I fall back down onto the sofa. With my knees on the floor, and my head and torso on the cushions, I gasp as he aggressively enters me again. I had gotten used to him, but this new position makes it