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prideful lust as a faint smile peaks at the corner of his mouth. I don’t break my gaze as I pull the last of his shirt from his waistband and rip it open. I tighten my legs around his waist and press my back firmly into the glass mirror then run my hands over his hot, tantalizing skin, over the muscles of his chest and shoulders. I drag my nails along his body and then pull the fabric down, removing it.
    His biceps are large, though not too big. I look at the tattoo covering his right arm. As far as I can see, it’s the only mark on his flawless skin and the ink is captivating. The black ink is of a woman with dark hair kneeling on a billowing wave. Long wings ascend from her back with the feathers so intricate I itch to run my fingers along them to see if they’re real. Resisting the temptation, I move my hands down his chiseled abdomen and make my way to the buckle of his pants. With a jerking motion, I pull the belt loose and quickly unfasten his pants.
    Jason yanks my hands from his waistline and once again pins them above my head. Using his free hand, he then reaches into his pocket and produces a condom and allows his pants to fall to the floor. Using his teeth and free hand, Jason rips the package open and expertly rolls the condom over his now freed erection.
    His talent momentarily amazes me, but the thought completely slips my mind when he pushes inside of me. I shudder. Then I fall weak. Oh, yeah, I’m wrecked.
     
     
     
    J ason
    Control—I demand control from the women I fuck. Although, when my enigma rips my shirt open, I can only stand, amazed. The siren inside of her wails out and is calling for me. She couldn’t give me a more lascivious signal. Her thighs are tightly latched around my waist, holding her up. Then, when she yanks my belt loose, there is no more stopping me. I’ve lost all my self-control and have to have her now. Right fucking now!
    I snatch her wrists again to gain back my control then pull the condom from my pocket. She looks impressed when I roll the bad boy on with one hand. I look at her as if to say, Yeah, baby, I’ve been doing this for years. And, before another thought comes into my mind, I push my dick inside of her.
    She feels… incredible. The heat. Ahhh! The connection. Ahhh! The warmth. Ahhh! The touch. Holy fuck! This woman has pulled me in, and I’m about to lose my footing. Being inside of her, feeling her body pressed against mine, is literally a dream come true, and for the first time ever in my life, I’m overwhelmed with a single touch.
    It’s no surprise to me when a woman loses herself in my touch. I only seek out what I can do to them. I’ve never considered whether a woman could do it back to me. I didn’t know that, with a single touch, a man could be weak in the knees. Oh, no, not just that, but from there’s an undeniable connection to my core. I didn’t know a man could feel a woman from the inside and feel like he would completely crumble. Yet that’s exactly what I am doing. I’m crumbling around her. She holds the control as my dick yearns to never leave, but my body is dying to hang on for one more minute.
    Being who I am, I fight the urge to release this demon until I make her shatter alongside me. I pump my hips and press them tightly to hers, my hands gripping her shoulders as I pull her body down onto me. I pull back then ram her hard and slow again. She cries out almost instantly, so I do it again, and again, and again.. Each time, she wails, cries, and pleads for me to make her come.
    With one final thrust, she explodes around me, her body tightening. Her head falls back against the mirror, her muscles quaking. And now, it’s my turn. I move fast and hard. My body is triggered from her orgasm and won’t take long to fall apart with her. She is whimpering from her onslaught of ecstasy while I keep myself moving. The sweat forms on my brow and my groin heats, the delicious pleasure building throughout my abdomen, groin, and thighs.