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“Sure you can.” I thrust up deep and nipped at her lower lip. “Just like that. Fuck me, baby.”

She groaned, but her hips started to move and she ground herself against me.

“That’s it.” I reached up to lightly pinch one of her nipples and felt a familiar clenching.

She was right there.

A few more thrusts and she would crash over the edge.

THIRTY-TWO

Harley

Every time Tommy bottomed out, I tensed, so close to getting off but not quite able to get there. It felt so good I almost didn’t want it to end, but my body had a mind of its own, and I picked up speed, racing for release.

“I love you, Harley.” His soft voice against my ear, one hand at the back of my neck and the other squeezing my nipple was suddenly all it took.

Pleasure coiled in my lower abdomen, a slow, gradual build-up that exploded out of me unexpectedly.

“Oh, fuck!” I shrieked and bucked, riding him like a fucking rodeo star and bouncing so hard on his lap I nearly took us off the bed. It shook me from head to toe, but Tommy held on tight, keeping me upright.

I couldn’t tell if he called my name or just grunted, but his orgasm was right on the heels of mine, his fingers digging into my hips as he filled me.

“Oh shit.” I collapsed against his chest.

“I love how it feels when you cream all over my cock,” he whispered, pulsing inside of me a few more times.

“I fucking love when you’re inside me,” I murmured. “So, so good.”

“Uh huh.” He stroked my hair. “Apparently, all that spanking and choking is overkill. All I had to do was tell you I love you.”

I froze, slowly lifting my head to look into his eyes.

He was right.

This was probably the most vanilla sex we’d ever had.

There was barely any foreplay other than kissing and my mini strip tease.

He hadn’t done anything but squeeze my nipple a few times.

And kiss me.

Touch me.

Tell me he loved me.

A weird feeling of discomfiture washed over me, but it wasn’t a bad thing.

It was a tsunami of unfamiliar emotions that hit me with so much ferocity I burst into tears.

“It’s okay.” Tommy didn’t seem surprised, merely holding me tightly and stroking my hair. “Let it out. It’s going to be okay. I’m here now and we’re going to be okay.”

“What’s happening to me?” I asked, sniffling. “Why am I always crying?”

“Maybe because you’ve been holding it in so long, it was time.”

“I love you,” I said shakily. “I always have.”

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