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And I’d be coming right now if I didn’t stop things.

I pulled her off me and moved her further up the bed, following her down.

“You want this?” I asked, not letting her answer yet. “You want me to show you how good it’ll be between us?”

“Pretty sure I’d scream the house down if you didn’t,” she replied, her hands tracing the lines of my face.

“Let's see if we can do just that now. Condom?”

“Nope, I want it raw.” Fuck, that was so damn hot. “You’re so damn thick I’m going to seriously feel it when it goes in.”

“You can take?—”

“Make it hurt, just a little.”

I stared into her eyes, trying to work out what she meant, but that was apparently taking too long. She moved forward, straddling my lap and then bore down hard.

“Fuck!”

I was going to take things slower, ease her into things, but my girl had other ideas. Her body fought me, and it was only the fact she was already so slick that made this possible at all. But there was something vicious and terrible and beautiful about this, all at once.

“You want it hard?” I asked, sliding my hand down to her pelvis. “You want to feel me here after I’m done.” A sharp little nod at that. I tilted us forward and laid her down on the bed before hooking her leg up over my shoulder. She was so fucking open for me, I’d have to be careful, right when she was begging me not to. “I can do that for you, Jamie.” I pushed forward, a slow punch of a thrust that had her gasping. “Tell me if it gets too much.”

But she wouldn’t, somehow I knew that, though perhaps it was this. There was no way I was the only one feeling this, how right this was.

Chapter 31

Jamie

There’s a feeling that I sometimes crave, of a guy just slamming his dick in. My cunt was wet, swollen, yet not entirely ready, and somehow that’s exactly what I wanted. It was as if the pleasure had teeth to it, scoring my skin, wringing every bit of sensation out of me. It got deeper, harder, more intense as he laid me down then forced himself into me.

He was thick enough that part of me wondered at the wisdom of what I’d asked for, each stroke like a punch deep inside me, but damn me if I didn’t feel every inch. There was no mistaking what was happening. I was being fucked hard and deep, and a great blossom of pleasure was unfurling inside me.

“Feel that?” he ground out, my eyes locking with his. “Feel me? This is the way it's supposed to be. Me deep inside you, us locked together.” He reared back and that had me clawing at the sheets. The change of angle meant that blunt instrument was hitting my G-spot with every stroke. I felt like a balloon being filled with water, my skin thin, and all I could do was let out some inarticulate noise in response. Then his thumb went to my clit, rubbing it in time with his strokes. “Like that, huh?”

“Yesss…” I hissed, my eyes going wide, because this was all going to come to a head way too fast. Part of me wanted to clutch at this pleasure, or shove it away, the sensation far too intense. Maybe just make it last forever? This golden moment where it hurt so good, my body clamping down, trying to hold him where he was. His strokes shortened as if sensing that, focussing there.

Sometimes when someone started hitting just the right spot, that pleasure got weird. It was like the boundaries inside me that kept the sensation in familiar territory were broken down and I was in freefall. I stared into Hayden’s eyes, a sweaty smile crossing his face, as if he knew exactly what was happening, and I clung to that certainty.

“You’re gonna burst.”

Yes, that described the feeling perfectly. Like really needing to pee and the pleasure of being fucked had some mutant child, and as my pulse raced, my mind sought some sort of indication of whether I was going to come or I needed to pull free and rush to the toilet. Instead, his thumb moved faster.

“I…”

“Burst all over my cock.” His mouth fell open, his brow creasing as his jaw muscle flexed.

“No… no…”

I clawed at him, clawed at comprehension, needing some kind of map to navigate this, but I wasn’t going to get it.

“Trust me, Jamie.” The smile faded and something ragged and desperate rose instead. “It’ll be so fucking good. Just let yourself go. I’ve got you.”

And that’s when he took my ability to make conscious decisions away.

His angle shifted again, smashing into something that exploded with every stroke, and they got longer and harder, giving it to me just as brutally as I’d asked for. I was battered and buffered, lost in a sea of ecstasy so savage it took my breath away.

And my control.

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