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back of his hand, and pulls me to a sitting position. “You are as sweet as I remember.” He buries his face in my neck, breathing nearly as hard as I am.
    “Oh my God, Tyler. That was amazing,” I compliment him.
    It lasted just seconds, yet I can barely move.
    “Now, we can go inside.” Pleased with himself, he smiles.
    He takes my hand, pulling me up so that I am standing on the running board of his truck.
    I try but can’t find the strength to pull my clothing on. “I just need a moment.”I sit down again.
    By the look on his face, I can see that Tyler is finding great pleasure in my condition.
    “Here, let me help.” He leans forward, and I wrap my arms around his neck. He then completely strips off my pants.
    “What are you doing? The neighbors, Tyler!”
    “You won’t be needing these tonight.”
    He cradles me in his arms and carries me to his front door while I pull my shirt down, attempting to cover my naked ass.
    “Hold my neck tight.”
    Letting go of my back, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his keys. His home is not the bachelor pad I expected. I’m only able to catch a glimpse of the beautiful leather furniture and dark wood accent pieces. He walks quickly down a hallway and through the door at the end.
    Laying me on the center of the bed, he yanks his shirt over his head. The definition in his stomach from his muscles has me aching to touch him. I watch as he unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down. His hard cock falls out, and I gasp. He climbs up my body, stopping to plant soft kisses along the way. My shirt is off in seconds, and Tyler pulls my bra down, exposing my breasts.
    “I’m so glad you’re here, Truly,” he speaks sweetly. With desperation, he massages my breasts and sucks each of my nipples, working me into a frenzy again. “I’m going to fuck you now. Okay?” he asks, as if I would be lying beneath him if it weren’t okay. He licks and nips his way to my ear. “Okay?” he whispers in my ear before sucking my earlobe.
    I slide my hands from his hips up his sides, my fingers exploring every crevice. Stopping at his chest, I dig my nails into his pecs and ever so softly whisper in his ear, “Okay.”
    He wastes no time in slipping two fingers inside me, no doubt making sure that I’m ready for him.
    Oh, I’m ready. Trust me.
    He takes hold of his already hard cock and guides it to my entrance. I watch his face as he slowly slides inside me. Tyler and I look into each other’s eyes and moan in unison before our mouths fuse together. A gentle sweet kiss and that first deep thrust have me ready to climax again in just seconds. I fight the urge because I want to go with Tyler.
    He pushes himself up, his hands on either side of my head, and looks down at me. “You feel amazing, Tru.”
    He pulls out and grabs the back of my thigh, rolling me over to my side, and then he takes hold of my ankle, forcing me to bend my knee, before he slams into me hard and fast. I cry out as he moans my name, “Truly. Oh…yes.”
    I love this position. It’s a yoga pose I do every day. Only, I haven’t experienced it with Tyler inside me. He might be onto something here. This is good for my body and mind for sure.
    “Oh, Christ…yeah.” I need something to grab on to, something to dig my fingernails into.
    I take hold of his arms and dig my nails into his biceps. This only encourages him to thrust into me harder and faster. I can’t hold out for another moment. I feel myself falling over the edge. The room is spinning, and it feels like the air has been sucked out of my lungs. I reach above my head, gripping the comforter, and then cover my mouth, moaning loudly into the blanket.
    “Let me hear you, baby,” Tyler says through gritted teeth.
    My thighs are weak and quivering.
    Tyler pushes my thigh toward my chest and slams into me one last time before crying out, “Ah…Truly!”
    He drops his chin to his chest, and I can feel him empty himself inside me. His hand finds