Rock All Night

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He crawled up over my body, and I felt his muscled thighs brush against mine. The mattress indented when he braced his arms on either side my body, and I could feel his forearms touch the sides of my breasts.

I put my hand on the back of his massive arm. His muscles were so hard and firm, it took me by surprise.

Something else was hard and firm, too.

His cock brushed against my p-ssy, and I could feel his skin against mine, the cloying pull as his and my wetness met – wet, hot, sticky – and then he pulled away.

It was hard as rock, but clothed in soft, satiny skin.

And just like that, I was ready to go again.

He kissed me on the mouth, and I felt his lower body shift, and then there was a wonderful, throbbing, amazing pressure just about to part me –

“Condom,” I whispered.

He paused, and I could tell he was disappointed.

I remembered what he had said in the showers:

I get tested now, once a month. And I’m totally clean, by the way.

I was actually on birth control. I could have let him.

But I also remembered all those pictures of him on Facebook, with club girls hanging all over him.

And much as I would have liked to, I hadn’t completely forgotten all those half-naked women from last night.

Even if he hadn’t slept with them… there had been others.

“Condom,” I insisted.

“Okay,” he agreed, and got up from the bed.

I watched him bend over, and enjoyed the view of that spectacular ass as he pulled his jeans off the floor and fished out a foil packet.

He tore it, pulled out the latex circle, pinched the end, and began rolling to down his length.

God it turned me on, watching him roll that rubber down the length of his cock.

When it was on, he got back on the bed in the position from before, his arms braced by my breasts, his thighs inside mine.

“Okay?” he asked.

In answer, I spread my legs as wide as I could for him.

“I want you inside me,” I whispered.