My hips twitched.

He shifted his and slid his hard cock through my sleek.

Shit yes.

“Baby,” I whimpered, hardly awake, already there.

“Nightstand, Cher, fast.”

I reached out to the nightstand carefully so as not to lose him as he glided his cock back and forth, his fingers still working my nipple, his other hand shoving under me, going over my belly, down, and in.

I gasped at his touch. Yanking open a drawer, groping blindly, feeling foil, I snatched up a condom and pressed back into Merry.

His hand left my breast.

I aimed the condom at it.

He took it.

I rocked my hips, rubbing him against me.

I felt the rumble in his chest against my back that became audible as I heard foil crinkling.

I lost his cock as he angled his hips away from me.

But I didn’t lose his finger at my clit.

I ground into it.

I got his cock back, gliding, aiming, his lower body shifted down.

“Give me your mouth,” he ordered.

I twisted my neck.

He took my mouth as his cock slammed into me.

With the force of the goodness of him filling me, I cried out, the sound swallowed by Merry as he rode me, I rode him, his finger manipulating my clit, his hand going back to my breast, curling around, thumb rubbing at my nipple.

He plundered my mouth, fucking me hard, working me, until it got too much and I pushed my head into the pillow.

He got my message and stopped kissing me, but his lips didn’t leave mine, breathing, brushing, my harsh pants mingling with his rough breaths.

Then his grunts abraded my lips.

I liked that.

“Baby,” I breathed.

“Yeah,” he growled.

“Harder,” I begged.

“Yeah,” he grunted, powering faster, harder, riding me ruthlessly.

Brilliance.

“Merry,” I gasped.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” he groaned.

I came, rearing in his arms, my lips parted, my breath suspended in my lungs as it exploded in my tits, my clit, and my pussy convulsing, clenching and releasing against his driving cock.

His finger at my clit moved away as he shoved his whole hand in, his fingers separating around his still-thrusting dick, his leg hitching up, taking mine with it, the power of his drives mind-boggling. At the same time, his other hand left my breast and moved up, wrapping around my throat, then up more, around my jaw, holding my head twisted to him so I had his eyes in the dark, our lips whispering against the other’s as he kept fucking me.

“That’s it, Merry,” I panted, still coming, but my climax was moving from me. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me hard. I wanna feel you all day.” I lifted my head and pressed my lips to his. “Want you with me all day, baby. Fuck me that way.”

His hand tightened around my jaw as he grunted, “Beauty,” then lost control, slamming into me again and again and again, his mouth leaving mine, his hand at my jaw shoving up, his face buried in my throat as he groaned.