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slide down her stomach, kissing and licking as I move down. I pull her skirt, throwing it over my shoulders. I stare at the black lacy thong.

Fuck!

I’ve dreamed of seeing her in all of those small thongs and bra that she teased me with. She looks fucking hot, and she’s mine.

I move down to kiss at the top of her mound, sliding a finger under the small material pulling aside. I feel Dior tremble, tense, and pull me closer to her sweet pussy. I slide my finger through her silky folds, sliding my tongue over her wet flesh.

Fuck!

She tastes so damn sweet.

I lick and suck her swollen flesh, feeling her tense, closing her thighs, holding me close. The sweet fluid fills my mouth; I suck all of it off her flesh.

“Spencer,” Dior cries, lifting her hips.

I love hearing her cry out my name as she orgasm.

“Princess,” I growl, pulling away. I unbutton my jeans, pulling my zipper down. I take out the warp from my wallet, ripping it open with my teeth. I roll the wrap on, and I then crawl onto the bed, sliding my hard cock through her wet flesh.

“Spency, now,” Dior moans, cupping her breasts.

“Princess, you’re so damn wet for me,” I growl, sliding into her hot heat.

She shifts her hips up, taking me further inside her hot pussy.

“Oh, Baby, you’re so damn wet and tight,” I grunt, grinding into her.

I pull out and thrust deeply inside in a rolling motion. I gaze into her eyes as I make her mine.

“Dior, this pussy is mine,” I growl, leaning down, taking her nipple in my mouth.

“Yes, Spency, all yours,” Dior whimpers.

I bite her nipple, sucking and licking each one until they’re swollen. I suck her flesh, marking her.

“These breasts are mine,” I growl, retaking the nipple.

Fuck!

I love her breasts; they’re perfect.

“Spency, please fuck me harder,” Dior says, moving her hips meeting my thrusts.

I move faster, thrusting deeper into her tight pussy. Taking her hard and fast gazing into her eyes.

I thrust deep, grinding, and pulling out, feeling my balls tighten up. I’m so close to the edge.

I move my hand to her swollen flesh to rub, pushing her over the edge.

I fall with her, taking her lips in a hungry hard kiss, eating her cry.

Fuck!

I swear I feel her soul because we’re connected.

We’re one.

I stay connected, looking at her smile, moving her hands to rest on my shoulders.

“Spency, that was wonderful,” Dior sighs.

“Yes, Princess, that was fuckingtastic. I need to trash this wrap,” I growl, pulling out.

I walk to the bathroom, trash the wrap, and I grab a wet towel. I walk over to her wiping her, and then I throw the towel on the floor.

“Spency, tell me about your training. Tell me everything about you,” Dior says, cuddling next to me.

“Princess, I train every day at the Apollo Gym. Ethan and I are part of the team. We train for the MMA competitions. Tell me how it’s going with Ethan,” I say, holding her close.

“Well, Ethan is okay; he’s not you. I’m staying home because Father wants me home. He wouldn’t tell me more, but I think something has Father worked up,” Dior says, pursing her lips.

She runs her slender fingers over my abs, tracing all of the groves. Her touch burns, my cock raises to attention.

Fuck!

“Princess, promise me that you will be careful and listen to Ethan,” I growl, pulling her onto my hips.

Oh yeah, she runs that sweet wet pussy over my cock, driving me insane.

“You’re killing me,” I growl, holding onto the urge to bury deep inside her pussy without a wrap. I know that will be fucking heaven.

“Spency, I’m clean and on the pill. If you’re clean, it would be amazing to feel you without the wrap,” Dior whimpers, rubbing her swollen flesh over the crown.

“Fuck yes, I’m clean,” I growl, pulling onto my cock.

“Yes, you feel so good,” Dior moans, sliding onto my cock.

I grunt, pushing my hips up to get deeper inside her. I’m going to fucking shoot my load.

“Spency,” Dior whimpers, grinding on my cock.

“Sorry, Princess, I need to fuck you hard,” I growl, flipping her over onto her back.

I thrust fast and deep inside her tight wet pussy. I feel her ripples, the tight wall clutching my cock.

I roll my hips, pounding in and out, pushing her over the edge, and I follow her, connecting as one.

I bury my face into her neck, inhaling her scent.

“Spency, that was awesome,” Dior whispers, running her hand over my shoulder.

“Princess, you’re awesome,” I rasp, my voice is closing up with the intense emotion that’s invading my soul.

It’s been a couple of weeks since I started seeing Dior as my girl. She fills my soul with light and hope. She makes me want to be better, to do better.

I look over at Dior taking a sip of her wine, licking the small droplet on her lower lip.

Fuck!

She kills me, and I don’t think that I’ll ever get enough. I have a constant hard-on because I only think of her sweet pussy, and I’m done.

“Princess, my fight is getting closer. I’m going to be gone for a few days while I’m there,” I say, slicing my steak.

“Oh yeah, where is it going to take place,” Dior says, raising her eyebrow.

“In Vegas, in a few weeks,” I say, nodding.

“Wow, that’s going to be exciting. I want to go,” Dior says, setting the wine glass on the table, leaning forward.

“Is that so? You can go; you can be my lucky charm,” I say, winking.

“Ohhhhh. . . . . it’s going to be so much fun,” Dior says, clasping her hands. Her eyes