Don't toy with me: sexiest man of the year

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He was grunting now as he moved steadily, again and again, deeply engaging with her. “She is really trying to make a baby; she kept holding me tightly inside her. Each time I moved inside her, she used her body to squeeze me so tightly… I am trying hard not to ejaculate yet. What has gotten into her?” Antonio thought and hissed with his teeth clenched. Each time his hard member entered Angela, her entire body shook with the pleasure he was giving her! Again and again he thrust into her. Suddenly she felt her orgasm building at the very tip of her clitoris! One more movement would send her over the edge. Just one more in or out of her swollen core would fill her with that wonderful climax. “Faster, please, faster!” she moaned. Antonio lifted her legs above her head, pressed his hands hard on her thighs, and started moving harder at her request. “Oh… fuck me harder, harder, Antonio, harder!” Antonio obliged, unsure why he was totally obeying her but hearing her moans and requests excited him in an unimaginable way. The fluid started to flow, and the orgasm began to rock her body, lifting her higher and higher up that ladder of passion until she melted down. “We are far from being done, Freckles.” He slowly pulled himself out of her, and she saw him between his legs, all wet, hard, and shining from her arousal. Angela was panting, trying to catch her breath. Once she was breathing normally, he rolled her over and lifted her hips in the air. Her pink butt cheeks looked so soft, begging to be touched. He held himself and put the head back into her core. “Wait.” Angela gasped. “Huh?” She turned and sat down. “Did I hurt you somehow?” Wait, why was he asking that? He thought about his lame question. Angela shook her head. Seeing that, Antonio felt very relieved to his surprise. “Can we try my style?” She asked, her cheeks flushed. “What style?” “I get to be on top?” Antonio laughed sarcastically. “You want to ride me? Have you lost your mind? What man lets a woman ride him.” Angela thought about the night he was drunk; he certainly didn't remember. She wished he was drunk again so he wouldn't disagree with… “Fine… you don't have to look so sad, get on top.” Antonio interrupted her thoughts. She looked up into his face with widened eyes. “Really?!” Antonio rolled his eyes and lay flat on the bed. Angela climbed on him, now sitting on his body, her breath quickening. She took his hard member and slowly inserted it into her warm core. Antonio sighed and stared down at their bodies joining together. “It does feel good,” he thought. Angela stopped moving, where it seemed he couldn't go any deeper. “I think it's stuck,” she whimpered, her body shuddering with the heavy arousal inside her small body. “Then I shall help you.” Antonio grabbed her hip and pulled it down. “Ahhh…” Angela cried out as he fully entered her. All of his 14 inches were now inside her. She started moving her hips slowly up and down with her eyes closed and head turned to the left in embarrassment. “Open your eyes and look at me, you wanted this, right?” He asked her with a frown. Angela nodded. “Then look at me; I want to see your face.” Angela slowly opened her eyes and stared down at him. Her eyes said it all; she wanted this and more. Antonio lay there watching her as she began to rock back and forth on him. “This feels so much better than I imagined. How on earth did she know this feels so good?” Damon came to his mind; he arched his brows again. “Can you hold my breasts?” she requested, her face flushed. Antonio obliged and held them with his large, powerful hands. “What's going on with you?” “What?” “Don't act clueless. Why are you being so submissive, enjoying this with me?” “Well… you…. are not pushing me away or trying to force it on me,” Angela replied. “Exactly, because you requested this yourself. So tell me, why the sudden change of mind?” He pinched her nipples. “Ahhh… I mean, I… well…” Her phone rang at that instant. She glanced towards it and saw the name Damon. “Sorry, I had to take this call.” She tried to pull himself out of her. Antonio became frustrated and pushed her hips down. “Ahhh.” Angela cried as he re-entered her. That hurt so much that she started crying. “What… do you think you are trying to do?” “It's important…” She sobbed. “He is important?” He interpreted it in his own understanding. “Why can't you just stop when a woman says stop!” Angela yelled in tears. Antonio froze at that statement. “Get off me.” He muttered. It was too late for Angela to apologize; she just wanted to make sure Damon wouldn't be a problem, but instead, she created a problem herself. She got down from him, her legs shook, and she knelt on the bed weakly. Antonio put his pants on, still aroused. Angela was too scared to ask him where he was going. His face was so cold it reminded her of the time he almost hurt her. She watched in silence until he was gone from the room. The phone rang again, startling her. She quickly dried her wet face and answered. “Hello, baby…” “Where are you?” “I… am with him… we are in a hotel.” “Good…” “Why is it good? I just told you I am with another man.” “Damn it, Angela. Why are you bringing that up again? Yes, I am disturbed, but that's only to get him wrapped around your fingers, spend a lot of time with him, and make him believe you will always be by his side. He will cherish you, and he will soften more because of that statement.” Angela was silently crying. “Hello?” “I heard you very well.” “And..?” “I will do my best.” “I love you, Angel.” “I love you too, baby. Goodbye.” He hung up. Angela slowly put the phone down on her ear. Why couldn't she tell him the truth? She wasn't here for that game anymore. She was with him because she wanted to—to hold him, to kiss him, to… even bear his children. She closed her eyes and cursed. “How did these feelings get to this point?”