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    “That’s a shame.” He inserted another finger and sucked down on her clit until her body finally gave him the treasure he’d been seeking. She rocked and shook under him, crying out his name as she came. He never stopped touching her until she shuddered under his tongue and panted on his bed.
    He slid a finger slowly down her tender flesh and grinned wickedly. “There will be many, many more of those.”
    Matthew propped a pillow under her ass and rolled a ribbed condom across his length. She watched with large, hungry eyes and it made him want to parade around first, letting her get a full look at his cock. Perhaps he was biased, but he thought it was fucking perfect so far as dicks go.
    He leveled himself to the bed so he slid right into her wetness. Lynn cried out as he pushed himself into her, pain and ecstasy carved into her face. She was so tight, the simple act of entering her threatened to send him over the edge. He steadied himself and thrust slowly, lightly, so she could get used to the size of him filling and stretching her.
    “My Juliet.” He pulled her legs up to rest on his shoulders and he used a finger to tease her clit. “Have you ever been fucked by a cock as large as mine?”
    She could only shake her head, she was so twisted from arousal. Her hair was a mess and her cheeks flushed pink. His Juliet was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.
    “Have you ever been fucked by any cock?”
    She said nothing for a moment, biting down on her lip and letting her hips match his rhythm as he thrust faster into her, reveling in her warmth. Then she shook her head, once. He groaned and had to stop, resting his head against her calf. This was so wrong. So fucking wrong and right and amazing.
    A haiku:
    What on God’s green earth
    Am I doing—a virgin ?
    But we both need this
    “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
    “Please don’t stop,” she whimpered. “Don’t ever stop.”
    It made him laugh. He ran his fingers down her thigh and asked, “What’s the matter, my Juliet?”
    “I want you so bad,” she whispered.
    “You have me in you right now.” He whispered back. He enunciated each word with a full thrust, where he pulled himself all the way out and then shoved his cock right back in. She cried out each time. “Do you like the way I fuck you?”
    Lynn nodded. He took her hand and placed it on her clit. She immediately played with herself, which was easily the hottest thing Matthew could ever watch while fucking a girl. He spread his legs a bit so he could have a bird’s eye view to his cock fucking her and her fingers rubbing herself.
    The familiar feeling of tingles through his balls grew dangerously close. He pulled out, dropped to his knees with her legs still over his shoulder, and licked her to another orgasm. She cried out louder this time, grinding her delicious pussy against his mouth and chin.
    He could smell and taste nothing but her.
    They snuggled on the pillows after, her kissing and tasting her sex on his lips, so she could come down gently from the back-to-back orgasms. As she moaned in delight at her own come on his mouth, she pulled on his cock with firm strokes.
    “I don’t want to give up just yet,” he warned. “I have plans to fuck you for a long time.”
    The devilish tigress returned. She crawled to her knees and arched her chest out, slowly rubbing her hands over her breasts.
    “I think I could easily get you hard again. I’m amazed you haven’t come already.”
    “You have no idea how hard it is not to right now.” He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, mesmerized by her sex. She ran her hands down her stomach and grazed across her pussy, and he began to tug on his cock. He needed to release.
    “Let me.” She pouted, hair falling across her face. She did this thing where she pressed her arms against the side of her breasts, causing them to swell forward in his face. The accent from earlier in the evening returned.
    “Remember, Mr. Rochester, I have a

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