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“I was definitely thinking of a beach. And a pier. And fuck knows what else right now.”

“Pocket those ideas. We’ll use them for later.”

“You’re gonna need to tide me over,” I reply, chasing her lips for more of how she makes me feel.

“I can do that.”

“Can you do that right now?” She bobs her head, and I lift her in the air and carry her back to bed. “I want dirty and fast, Snowflake. You good with that?”

“Yes,” she whispers before I toss her to the bed and smack her ass.

“I want you on all fours, baby. Ass up in the air.”

Rory does that for me, and my name on her jersey beams brightly as a reminder of what she is and what she’s done.

My cock is so damn hard I feel as though it’s going to break off. Especially when Rory waits for me to take what I want. She will gladly give it to me. She looks back at me with sultry eyes.

I waste zero time pulling my dick out and positioning myself against her wet core.

Then I push in.

Rory groans right along with me, and I clasp her hips and start burying myself deeper.

“Fuck, baby,” I growl. “You’re so fucking perfect for me.”

Rory pushes back on me and begins fucking me back in equal measure. “More.”

Done.

My pace quickens, and I let go of how quickly we will come from this because the sooner it happens, the more I can do it again. The more I can listen to every one of her moans for me.

We quickly become a mess of sounds and bodies slapping against each other. I have the perfect view of watching myself pull out to disappear right back into her body.

Each thrust is just another promise of more.

Of commitment.

Of how I’m going to make her the happiest woman alive.

Rory’s scream is muffled in the mattress, and I lose myself along with her as her whimpers die down.

My orgasm is heavy and quick, sending an electric current through my body as I come.

Rory’s body is heaven and hell. It's a perfect mixture of a high when I’m fucking her but torture when I’m ready to go again. I need her.

Constantly.

Rory’s soft chuckle warms my chest as she flips around to spoon with me.

For once, I have nothing to say other than I love her, but I’m trying to keep the sappiness to a minimum here.

There's no need to scare the girl away.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

RORY

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