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at him. His body was
twice the size of hers but without a trace of fat visible. She doubted he even
had a blob of cellulite.
    “I’m not ready,” she said, holding up her hands when
he came closer.
    “I’m not going to fuck you like this. We can do a
lot more than fuck. Besides, your first time is not going to be on my fucking
dining room table.” He came over, settling between her thighs.
    What could they possibly do?
    He teased the tip of his cock through her slit. She
gazed down to see the thick rod of his shaft laid between her pussy lips. Her
cream coated the length making it slippery.
    “This is insane. What are you doing?” she asked.
    Lash smirked. “I’ve made you come twice. I think
it’s my time.”
    “Excuse me?”
    “I’m getting off, baby. I need release, and I’m not
finding any other woman to give me what I want. It’s only you.”
    He shut her up with his mouth. She felt him get
harder through the slit of her pussy. During his kiss, Lash started to move
against her. With each thrust of his hips Lash bumped her clit, making her cry
out.
    When her mouth opened, Lash slammed his tongue deep
inside.
    There was nothing for her to do other than stroke
him with her own. They made love on top of his dining room table without him
once entering her. Angel got closer to orgasm with each caress of her clit.
    His dick was thick and large. She didn’t know if
he’d be able to fit inside her and was pleased they weren’t going to try
tonight. He started to pant, and his tongue thrust into her, harder and faster
than ever before.
    “Come for me, Angel. I want to feel you come again.”
    She gave him what he wanted. There was no stopping
the way she felt. The pent up of emotion was too much. She reached climax
within a matter of moments. Seconds later Lash thrust
against her one final time, and then she felt the spurts of his seed as they
landed on her stomach.
    He let out a male growl and shuddered.
    Angel stared up at him, unsure what to do. He looked
in pain. She touched him arm trying to gain his attention. His eyes opened, and
she was caught in their intense blue stare.
    “Are you all right?” she asked.
    “I should be asking you that question.”
    She frowned at him.
    “You’ve never had a guy spunk on you, baby. This is a lot of firsts with you. How are you handling it?”
he asked.
    First, she hated the word spunk. It was crass and
one of the worst things she’d ever heard. Many of the guys at the club shouted
it or spoke about it. Other than that, she’d loved everything he’d done to her
body. Licking her lips, she stared up at him wishing there was something she
could say. Complaining about his use of the word spunk was petty. She wouldn’t
bring it up. Lash was harder and rougher by choice. She needed to accept that
about him.
    “I’m handling everything fine.” She nodded her head.
Her insides were all tied in knots. She didn’t know how to handle what was
happening. Twenty-four hours ago she hadn’t been touched by anyone, and now she
was being wet humped on a dining room table. Angel couldn’t think what to call
it. She knew it wasn’t dry humping and feeling how wet she was, it was the only
way she could describe it. They’d wet humped on the table, and now her stomach
was covered with his semen.
    Totally strange turn of events considering she
didn’t think Lash knew she existed. She’d been wrong.
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    Only with great restraint did Lash pull away from
her body. How he managed to hump her pussy without fucking it was beyond him. Staring
down at her stomach he saw the droplets of his seed coating her skin. A primal
part of him wanted to rub the sticky seed into her skin. He wanted to mark her
body and skin so every man knew who she belonged to.
    He moved away long enough to grab a towel. When she
made to move off the table, Lash stopped her with a hand to her stomach.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    “I’m going to admire my pussy.” Lash reached down,
grabbing