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When she was trembling with need, Patrick removed his tongue and thrust two, long fingers deep into her slick channel. At first he pumped into her slowly, grinding hard against her mons with his palm. To Jenna, it seemed like he was feeling for something as he nudged the tips of his fingers against the walls of her pussy. She wished he would just fuck her, and was about to say something when he brushed against a particular spot in her depths and sent a tidal wave of pleasure crashing through her.

“Oh my GOD!!!” Jenna shouted, arching off the bed and seeing stars.

Patrick stroked his fingers over the same, sensitive spot again, a little more insistently. An involuntary shudder rocked Jenna’s frame.

“OhGodohGodohGod!” she panted. “Oh fuck! WhatareyoudoingGodthatfeelssooooogoooooooooood!!!”

She began to push back against his intruding fingers. Between them, they set up an erotic dance. Patrick led, guiding her with smooth, powerful strokes that hit the mark, that wonderful mark, every single time. Jenna dug her feet into his shoulders, gripped with her toes and pulled, tensing her thighs and calves as she worked her dripping hole back and forth on his flesh. There was no shyness. She wanted to be fucked, and she was getting as good as it gets. The pleasure was almost too much — more intense than anything she’d ever felt before. At last, she knew what “wanton abandon” meant. No longer caring about grace or style, she rutted furiously against Patrick’s incredible, talented digits, her breasts jiggling and bouncing on her chest.

Primitive, unladylike grunts fell from her lips and grew louder as a fierce, fiery pleasure mounted in her belly. Finally, Jenna let out what sounded like an agonized scream as she came. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. Her whole world squeezed down to a tight ball of ecstasy that rippled out from within.

For several moments, all Jenna could do was lie helplessly against the sheets and gasp for air. Her heart, still thumping against her chest, began to slow back to a normal pace. All of her muscles felt deliciously weak and sated.

To her horror, Jenna finally noticed the torrent of wetness that had flooded out from her. The sheets were drenched! Oh God, had she peed? This was too embarrassing!

“Oh…oh God! Patrick, I’m so sorry, I’ll go get a towel,” Jenna apologized in a panic.

He looked at her quizzically. “What? Why?”

Nervously, Jenna glanced between her legs, then back up to Patrick who had propped himself up on his elbows. “It’s…erm…kind of messy. I’m sorry, I didn’t think I had to go.”

Patrick’s expression went from quizzical to warm pride, touched with a hint of lust. He shook his head and gently reassured her, “You came like a freight train. It was beautiful.”

“Came?…That’s…?” Jenna’s voice was very small and her eyes widened in dawning comprehension. She had never believed that women ejaculated. Well, never before now.

Gazing incredulously at Patrick, she murmured, “That’s never happened to me before. It was…you were incredible. No one’s ever made me feel…not even…”

She couldn’t bring herself to say David’s name.

Patrick grinned broadly and his eyes twinkled in devilish merriment. “It’s called an orgasm, Jen. And the next guy is always better than the last guy — it’s a rule. C’mon, where are your bed manners?”

Jenna’s face lit up with an answering grin. She threw back her head and laughed deeply, her whole body flooding with giddy delight at the realization that Patrick had just given her a gift. Her first, real, honest-to-goodness orgasm. It was like she’d been in a holding pattern until now, like she’d never really discovered her own body.

“Come here,” she whispered softly when she’d sobered.

Green eyes fixed on hers, Patrick crawled up to lower his mouth to hers in a deep, passionate kiss. Jenna could taste her own, tangy desire on his tongue and sucked it down greedily.

When he broke the kiss, they stared at each other for the span of a few heartbeats. Then, grinning wickedly, Jenna spread her legs wider and reached down with one hand to part her pussy lips.

“Fuck me, Patrick,” Jenna breathed her demand in a low, seductive purr.

Patrick’s expression turned feral and, with a slow smile, he grasped her left ankle and drew her leg up, pausing to place a wet kiss just inside her knee before hooking her foot over his shoulder. Kneeling on the bed, he brought her other leg up and draped it across his arm, opening her to him fully. Still spreading her slick folds with one hand, Jenna took his hard, weighty cock in her other and guided him into her.

She groaned as her moist, velvety channel yielded to the sweet invasion of his girth. His cock felt massive, relentlessly pressing forward into her depths. Jenna hadn’t had a chance to get a good look at him in the dim light of her apartment, but it wasn’t his length that mattered. All that mattered was how sweetly he was stretching her.

“Jesus, you’re so wet!” Patrick gasped when he was seated fully within her.

“You made me so wet,” Jenna agreed, resting her hands on his forearms. “You got me so hot and ready for your cock. Please, please fuck me.”

Patrick answered her with a hard thrust of his hips, driving his shaft even deeper into her. He pulled back, bringing his fleshy tip almost out of her pearly-slick entrance, then rammed back in, plundering her welcoming heat. With each forceful stroke, Jenna’s pussy gloved his throbbing staff. Soon, they were both letting out steady pant-grunts as their pleasure built.

Shifting his weight back so he could balance on his heels, Patrick brought his hands between Jenna’s gaping thighs and stretched her pussy even wider. He pistoned his dick in and out, gliding deliciously between her clinging folds. As the juicy smack and slide of their flesh filled the silent room, he fingered her engorged clit, rubbing it and rolling it as he worked himself in her cunt. His thrusts got deeper and deeper, bringing his tight, velvety balls up to slap against her smooth ass. With every jerk of their hips, Jenna’s round, firm breasts shimmied from side-to-side on her chest.

Wrapped in a haze of pleasure, Jenna felt Patrick’s thick, meaty penis swell even further. She squinted up at him through heavy, lidded eyes and saw his face screwed up in a grimace that looked almost painful. He panted with his mouth wide open, gulping down breaths, and his entire body seemed to stiffen with unbearable tension.

“So…close…” he bit out, craning his neck.

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