have sent her off like a powder keg – the fact that she’d lasted so long as a miracle in itself.
Arlen pulled himself up to wrap her in his arms and nibble on her neck. His thick cock throbbed against her thigh, reminding her there was still more to come.
She kissed him, tasting herself on his tongue and running her hands through his hair. His body flexed and tensed against them, nothing separating his skin from hers. She still wanted more from him.
Sienna pressed her hands against his chiseled chest, gently pushing until he raised himself off of her. She got up from the couch to stand on shaky legs, running her eyes over his impressive body.
“What’s…” Arlen started with a flustered frown, beginning to stand, but Sienna pushed him back down.
He sat back, catching her drift. She stepped close to the edge of the couch, enjoying the way he drank in the sight of her nakedness. His impressive cock stood at attention and she climbed on top of him, lowering herself onto him with deliberate slowness.
Arlen let out a hissing breath as his hands grabbed onto her hips and dug into her skin. She savored the way he stretched her thin, filling her up until she felt like she belonged to him and not to herself. She gritted her teeth slightly, the delicious combination of pleasure and pain oh so good.
“Spirits above,” Arlen mumbled as his head fell back.
Sienna grabbed hold of his shoulders and began to move, lost in the way he felt inside her, getting pulled deeper and deeper each time she twisted her hips. The pain subsided, leaving nothing but pure heat and lust behind.
He lifted his head, eyes burning as he stared at her face. Finding their rhythm, their bodies moving in sync as their eyes locked on to each other.
It went just beyond the physical. In that moment, Sienna felt that they were perfectly in tune. It was like they were sating a longing for closeness that had connected them from the second they met. It was new and exciting, yet familiar and comforting.
Perfect in its imperfection.
Sienna picked up the pace, grinding on top of him, her hair sticking to her back. Arlen moaned before grabbing her head and pulling her into a bruising kiss. His hips bucked against hers as he slammed into her, keeping her against him with a hand on her hip, making her gasp for air.
His hands pushed and pulled at her waist as she bounced on top of him, unable to do anything more than moan and whimper and thoroughly enjoy the ride. Each thrust sent her further down a path of no return. Her nails raked across Arlen’s chest as she barreled towards another orgasm, even more powerful than the last.
“Fuck,” he groaned as she came, muscles tightening around him.
In one swift move, Arlen had her on her back as he pumped into her, losing whatever control he had left. Suddenly, he jerked away, a roar ripping through him. His hot seed spilled onto her thigh as he collapsed on top of her, their bodies slippery with sweat.
For a moment, she wondered if he’d been fast enough with pulling out, but when he laid sweet kisses on her chest and then nibbled on her nipple, those thoughts floated into the background.
Sienna brushed hair out of her face with a sated sigh. Arlen pushed himself up on his elbows, probably not wanting to crush her under his weight. She felt slick and sticky, covered in all sorts of bodily fluids, but he didn’t seem to care at all, peppering her sensitive skin with kisses.
She laughed and swatted at him as his lips tickled her. He smiled against her skin, amused at her reaction.
“Is that how they do it in Texas?” she teased.
“Oh, trust me, it gets a lot hotter in Texas. Want me to show you?” he asked, waggling his brows.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she replied.
Her words were already getting away from her as she grabbed at the couch, Arlen lifting her ass up and slicking his tongue over her wet heat. She squirmed and let out a gasp that only seemed to drive him
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