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She was desperate to have him inside her.

“Need you.” He gripped her hips and lifted her, positioning her where he wanted her.

“I love when you do that,” she breathed. “Lift me like I weigh nothing.”

“You do, compared to me.” He wrapped one hand around his cock and nudged between her legs.

A moan escaped her.

“You’re small, Sprite. You’re going to have to work to get me inside you.”

Her belly clenched. “I can take you, my big silver fox.”

He growled and she lowered her hips, taking him inch by inch inside her. They both groaned.

“That’s it, Nola.”

Oh, shit. She gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging into his heavy muscles. He stretched her, but she wanted more. She wriggled her hips, and sank lower, took more of him.

“Nearly there, Sprite.” His voice was a growl.

“So good. So much.” She shoved down and felt him deep inside her. She whimpered.

“Fuck me,” Knox groaned, voice low and rough and hot.

“I love you inside me.” She rolled her hips, rocking into a rhythm.

His hands clamped on her hips, urging her on. “That sweet pussy is gripping me hard.”

She angled her hips so that each stroke hit her clit. She moved faster, panting, grinding against him.

His hands gripped her ass, moving her on his big cock. Soon she felt hot, mindless, wild with need. Everything inside her tightened, and her skin flushed. Pleasure bloomed inside her, hot and intense.

“Knox, oh God. I’m going to come.”

“We’re coming together.” He surged up and flipped her onto her back. He pushed her legs up onto his shoulders, and covered her, then thrust back inside her.

She cried out, her hands twisting in the sheets. “Yes.”

“You like it hard,” he said as he moved inside her. His hips slapped against hers.

“Yes. More.”

He picked up speed, his big cock hammering inside her. She gripped his arms and scratched. She lifted her hips to meet his heavy thrusts.

The pleasure built, coiling hot in her belly. The intensity of it was a little scary. For her, an orgasm had always been a fun pop of pleasure. Not a soul-searing sensation that threatened to splinter her apart.

She gripped him harder. His skin was coated in perspiration, his muscles tensed.

“Knox…” She made a keening sound.

“Come, Sprite.”

His next thrust was even harder, and she shattered.

Every worry was washed away by a flood of pure pleasure. She cried out his name, and felt lightheaded by the rush.

She opened her eyes.

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