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“Yes,” she says.

“Tell me what you want.”

“More.”

“I want to feel you come apart,” I say.

“I want that.”

“I want to feel your pussy squeezing my cock.”

“Me too.”

“Baby, you feel so good. I don’t know how long I can hold on for.”

Her eyes flutter open, and she cups my cheek. She leans up and presses her lips to mine. Dolly kisses me with an eagerness I love. She devours me, and I devour her right back.

“I need more,” she says.

“Tell me.”

“More of you. More of this. More.”

I slide out of her body, and I reach for her hips. Without a word, I flip her over. Dolly’s on her belly now, and I haul her back toward me. I’m kneeling behind her, and I impale her with my dick.

She groans.

Yeah, that’s the spot.

I once again begin to torture her sweet clit. This time, she groans into the bedsheets.

“Oscar!”

“That’s right,” I say. “Give me those moans, baby.”

“I’m so fucking close.”

I can feel her. She’s clenching me harder with every thrust, and I meant it when I said I couldn’t hold on much longer. I need her so damn bad.

“Please,” she says.

And then she explodes.

Her entire body quivers as the orgasm washes over her. I keep playing with her clit until it is no longer pulsing, and then I finally allow myself to come, too. I thrust into her one last time. My hands are digging into her hips as I come for her, filling her up, and then I collapse on the bed beside her.

“Wow,” she whispers.

“Wow.”

“Oscar, that was so fucking hot.”

“All you, pet.”

This time, she doesn’t argue about the name.

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