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“Next time.” He pushes two fingers inside of me.

“Next time?” My voice is shrill as I try to hold in my moans. Isn’t this supposed to be a one-time thing? Did times change? I mean, he is good, so why complain?

“Yes. Next time. And now stop thinking.” His thrusts become faster and deeper as he works them in and out of me, building up an incredible sensation inside of me that only grows with each movement.

In an instant, I break apart, my body arching off the bed as I climax for the second time tonight. He works me through it, only stopping when my body eases on to the mattress.

“Good girl.” That stupid, cute, and handsome grin of his.

I want him to fuck me until I can’t walk straight. The thought makes me blush, but I refuse to break eye contact.

Rather, I reach up to cup his cheek. “I need you inside of me.”

“Fuck.” He gets off the bed to undress, revealing the rest of his body.

A body sculpted to perfection, all hard muscle and tanned skin. His cock is huge and thick, and my thighs clench together seeing it. The need to have him inside me builds up, knowing I’m the one affecting him like this.

He strokes himself lazily. “Say it again.”

This time, I hesitate. I can’t say that again. It’s embarrassing how needy I am.

He tears apart my thighs and crawls back on top of me, covering my body with his.

“Say it again.”

Our bodies align in a perfect fit, and I whimper at the sensation of his rigid length trapped between us. His teeth graze my neck as he glides his cock over my wet folds.

Each word matches the rhythm of his movement as he says, “Say. It. Again.”

“I need you… inside of me.”

“Good girl.” Elijah leans back, gripping my hips to position himself at my entrance. We’re poised on the brink, both breathing hard. His eyes bore into mine as he stretches me inch by delicious inch.

He bottoms out with a grunt, pausing to give me a moment to adjust. I relish the feeling of being so intimately connected, wrapped around his thick length like a glove.

His voice is strained. “You okay?”

More than okay.

I nod and roll my hips, urging him to move.

“You take me so well.” Elijah pulls out until only the head remains inside me before sliding back in hard, wringing desperate moans from my lips. The drag and glide lights up every nerve ending, and I rock my hips to meet him.

“Don’t stop.” I sink my nails into his back, getting closer and closer to release.

“Trust me, I won’t.”

With a firm grip on my hips, he lifts them and increases the speed, driving into me with enough force to scoot me up the bed. The new angle allows him to hit my sweet spot on every stroke, driving my pleasure higher and higher.

I’m already hovering at the edge again, chasing another release. As if sensing it, Elijah reaches between us to circle my clit.

My body spasms uncontrollably as a third climax rips through me while I scream his name. His mouth claims mine again, hot and demanding.

I squeeze tightly around Elijah’s throbbing cock, drawing out his own orgasm and reveling in his guttural, deep, throaty groans as he keeps pounding into me. After a brief moment, his rhythm falters, and his fingers tighten on my hip as heat floods my core. He collapses on top of me, his breath tickling the side of my neck.

“You okay?” he asks.

It’s the second or third time he’s asking that. Do I look that fragile?

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