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sliding in easily as she was s oaked.
    Her dripping core closed around him, hugging him, drawing him in deeper and he groaned as he felt the pressure building in his balls until he thought he was going to ex plode.
    Steadily he thrust into her but soon it wasn’t enough, he just wanted to fuck her harder, faster and unable to control his desperate urges any longer, he slammed into her, ramming the red and swollen head of his cock against her cervix over and over again.
    He started to sweat, his body felt like it was on fire, his muscles straining in his arms and stomach as he thrust violently, urgently as he sought his own re lease.
    Natasha’s pussy clung to him, tightening around him like a vice and he gasped. Fuck she was so tight, so fucking wet. He was going to blow at any m oment.
    As he drove into her over and over again, in his head his voice kept saying fuck, fuck in time to his thrusts. He could feel his balls tightening, his cock lengthening and hardening until it felt like it was made of steel.
    Suddenly Natasha cried out under him and he felt her greedy pussy grabbing at him, fluttering around his cock and as she came again, flooding him with her juices, Eric thrust hard twice more before the pressure exploded in him. He felt his cock jerk just before his cum blasted from it, pumping steadily loading up the condom so much he was worried he’d split the damned thing with the sheer volume of it.
    He swore loudly as the intense pleasure shot through him. Fuck but he’d never felt anything like it before. If a man could die from coming then he was in danger of that happening. He just kept coming and coming, his cock jerking inside Natasha’s hot sexy body and she closed down around him, her muscles squeezing him, milking him. He could hardly hear her gasping cries anymore for the roaring in his ears. Finally he finished, his body drained and he lowered her legs to the bed, before collapsing on top of her sweet, feminine sof tness.
    As he struggled to draw air into his lungs, he felt Natasha’s arms come up to close around his neck, her fingers combing through his sweat soaked hair.
    His body felt spent, drained but at the same time, he was triumphant. He’d done it. He’d held himself together long enough to make sure she had come, not once but twic e too.
    He lifted his head to look down at her, seeing the expression of a well satisfied woman and he struggled not to beat his chest in a display of fucking masculine pride. God she was amazing, so fucking responsive. The sex was incredible, so much better than he’d imagined and bloody hell, he’d spent a lot of time trying to imagine what it would be like with Natasha. It was amazing, mind blowing, the most pleasurable experience of his life. Fuck, he’d never had sex before that came even close to what it had felt like to sink his cock into his PA and when he’d come for a moment he really thought he might die from the pleasure of it.
    Eric had to face it, making love with Natasha was the most mind blowing experience of his life which excited the fuck out of him and also scared the crap out of him. He’d worked hard to keep an emotional distance from women and always picked girlfriends he knew there was no risk of him falling in love with, but as he glanced down at the sexy, gorgeous woman under him, he suddenly felt a stab of fear for his heart. Could this be the one and only woman to ever possibly own it? The thought of being that vulnerable that exposed to another human being scared the crap out of him. He’d been hurt too much as a child to deal with his heart being broken agai n now.
    ‘Toughen up you stupid bastard and stop being such a fucking idiot.’ He chastised himself silently. They were only here for a week and he would walk away at the end of it.
    Despite his thoughts, when Natasha smiled up at him, he couldn’t help returning her smile and bending down to kiss her nose. “How do you feel?” He found himself asking her and his heart