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“P-please.”

  “I bet you want me to stretch that little slit of yours, huh?”

  When she didn’t answer, he jerked on her hair once more. “You know, I don’t think I am going to fuck you right now.”

  He released her hair and lay on the bed beside her. His head was by her feet. With strong arms he pulled her into a sitting position on his face and locked his arms around her, pulling her pussy tightly over his mouth. His tongue flicked out and then thrust inside her hole. She gasped and shivered. Falling forward, she sucked his massive cock into her mouth and began to work him down into her throat. She roughly cupped his balls and began to squeeze. This earned her a grunt and moan of approval.

  Encouraged, she reached forward like a cat and raked her claws up his thighs as her head bobbed up and down on his cock. She was having a hard time focusing as her head began to spin. As his tongued dipped and swiveled, her tongue teased and sucked. The more he pushed her to the edge the harder her nails raked against him.

  He released her hips and slapped her ass. “I-I can’t take anymore baby,” he said, his voice muffled. He pushed her off of him and then pounced on her.

  Pushing her legs together and to the side, rotating her hips, he entered her from this new angle. Amy’s head felt as if it were going to explode. Her senses were on overload, and she knew it would only be a matter of seconds before she came again. She could feel the tension getting tighter in her stomach as he drove into her.

  She looked up and met his blue gaze. His hair was falling down around his face, and he pushed it back. Sweat glistened on his chest and as he pushed her over the edge she knew without a doubt that she loved this man more than anything in life.

  “Oh shiiiiiit, Christian,” she cried out. She couldn’t control the spasms that ravaged her. Harder and harder he pushed into her, her g-spot throbbing and pounding like a drum. She felt moisture leave her body and soak them both. She’d come harder than she ever had before.

  “That’s so fucking hot,” he said as he grabbed her hands and pinned them roughly above her head.

  Finally she felt Christian shiver and jerk unsteadily. His loud shout of completion filled the room as his grip on her wrists tightened to almost bruising.

  “Come for me my love,” she crooned as he jerked and spilled his seed inside her. Using her muscles she squeezed and pulled him in, milking every last ounce from him.

  Once his convulsions stopped, he collapsed beside her, his ragged breaths puffing against her hair. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into the curve of her body.

  “Are you okay?” he asked as he nuzzled against her.

  “I’ve never been better,” she purred. She laced her fingers through his and squeezed them tightly.

  “Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “For the painting. For loving me. For waking me up.”

  “I didn’t do anything,” he said as he kissed her shoulder. They lay in silence for a long while, the music in the gallery bouncing off the walls. She was now certain that no one could have heard them over the thumping music.

  “Actually, I think I need to thank you. Because had you not walked into my show that night, I would have never created the most beautiful artwork of my life.”

  She smiled. It felt nice to be appreciated. It felt nice to be loved, but more than anything, it felt nice to be wanted.

  “I love you,” she whispered. Tears of joy dripped onto his bicep that his head was cradled on.

  “I love you more,” he whispered.

  She smiled. “Not possible.”

  THE END

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