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For Homer
"We could go back to my place, if you wanted. It's private." Mac is very glad she lives alone and that her neighbors don't seem terribly interested in her comings and goings because it affords her the luxury of having someone over whenever she wants.
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It's enough to make her come again, this time with his cock deep in her. "Oh my...fuck yes. Please?"
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"Please what, darlin'?" he says, still moving inside her, fingers moving over her as she orgasms, intent on not letting her stop straight away. "What do you want?"
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"Fuck me hard," Mac begs. "Fuck me so hard my teeth rattle."
All right, she's not sure where that came from.
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He grins and his hand tightens on her hip, pulling her back hard onto his cock with a clear sound of skin slapping against skin. "Don't you stop movin'," he says. "I'm fucking you like this and then I'm going to tie your legs open and I'm going to fuck your ass with my fingers."
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Mac shivers a little in anticipation and pushes herself back on his cock. "Fuck me, please? Now? I'm so good for you."
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God, he loves her mouth when she lets it run like that, love the way her ass moves when she rocks back against him like that. He sets a hard, punishing rhythm, slamming into her over and over again.
"Get your hands out from under you," he says, still pushing into her. "I want you face down. And get your hand back here. I want you rubbing your clit until you come again."
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Mac leans forward and sobs into the pillow as she rubs her clit. She's aware she's crying, which is probably stupid as fuck, but she's just so overwhelmed she can't do anything else.
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The crying is sort of alarming, and his rhythm falters, though he doesn't stop completely.
"Mac?"
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"I'm good, I'm fine," she promises. "I'm just a little overwhelmed. It's not...I'm just too worked up."
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"You need me to stop?" He's still fucking her, but slower than before, waiting for permission before he goes back to what they were doing. He smooths one hand over her spine, swallows back a moan.
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"No," Mac assures him. "I'm sorry, I don't do well with emotions sometimes. I'm not hurt or anything."
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"Come on then," he says, tone gentle but his thrusting picking up pace again. "I want to feel you come on my cock again."
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"I think we can manage," Mac says, drawing in a breath and letting it out slowly. "God, you feel good, so good."
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"Tell me how good," he says, his hands smoothing over her back as he fucks her, getting closer and closer herself.
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"Did you just miss the hysterics?" Mac asks incredulously. "You blew my mind."
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He laughs and, just like that, he's coming, rocking into her, moaning, his hands tight on her hips.
"Jesus Christ."
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When he's done, when he's ridden it out completely, he reaches up to tug the blindfold from over her eyes.
"What do you say we save the rest for another day?"
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"I'll write down directions to my place," he says, rolling onto his back. "You can swing by any time."