52| Pillow Talk (Matthew)

No woman had ever given me so much pleasure to be inside. Emma was still tight, which means that she wasn’t a whore and hadn’t had very many sexual partners before.

She wanted to move to the bedroom, but I had no patience to wait any longer, I needed her here and now, and she didn’t fight me on it. Her cries of pleasure were like music to my ears, music that I wanted to put on replay and listen to all day long.

I could feel her leg going weak around me as I began thrusting harder and deeper, her leg muscles had initially flexed when I began, but she let the pleasure take over her and the overpowering sensation of two bodies becoming one let her body melt.

I didn’t pull out of her to finish, for some reason, I didn’t want to. I wanted her to feel what she did to me in her core, I wanted her to know how badly I desired her, and I got to feel how badly her body needed mine in return, drenching my length in her own pleasure.

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