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“Perfect,” he breathes out.

CHAPTER 18

SYDNEY

I roll back onto the bed, my body still quivering. Holy shit. I stare up at the ceiling, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.

DJ chuckles, his fingertips trailing lazily over my sweat-slicked skin. “Mm, look at you. Delicious. I guess that was more than okay for you, huh?”

I blush. Despite the intimacy of what we just did together I’m unsure of how to respond.

All of this is so new for me. With Paul, sex was always vanilla, almost perfunctory, more about his needs than mine. I can’t remember the last time I came that hard.

Or rather, I can: never.

And I’ve never had a partner prioritize my orgasm over his own. I’m aware that DJ hasn’t come yet.

I always felt so self-conscious with Paul, like he’d make fun of me if I ever voiced what I truly desired. But with DJ…

My blush deepens. With DJ, I’m safe to let go completely and explore the naughtiest fantasies buried deep in the recesses of my mind. There’s no judgment, only acceptance and encouragement.

I’m still trembling, the aftershocks still hitting me, when DJ raises one dark eyebrow.

I nod, belatedly remembering his teasing question. “More than okay.”

He grins in response, his eyes darkening hungrily. “Ready for more?”

“Please,” I breathe. “But can we take the condom off? I’m on birth control and I’ve been tested recently.”

“I have too, and fuck, I would love to really feel you around me.”

DJ pulls the condom off, then stands up at the edge of the bed and drags me toward him until I can wrap my legs around him.

Taking himself in his hand, he skims his head over my clit, so sensitive that it sends a jolt throughout my whole body. Then he notches his dripping cock up against my entrance. DJ grins again, that devilish twinkle in his eyes promising more delicious torment.

I moan in anticipation, lifting my hips, suddenly desperate to have his hard length back inside me.

To my surprise he slides into me smoothly, almost gently, a stark contrast to the rough fucking we were doing before. This time his thrusts are slow, deliberate, as if he’s memorizing every reaction, every moan that escapes from my lips.

He watches my face closely from his position above me, each stroke deep and thorough, exploring me in a way that is new and yet familiar.

“Tell me what you want next,” he commands, moving his hips so that his cock hits even deeper inside my pussy, sending shivers down my spine. “Tell me what to do to you.”

I bite my lip, my breath hitching as I try to form coherent thoughts. His gaze is intense, almost daring me to voice my deepest desires.

I’ve never felt so uninhibited.

“Spank me again,” I whisper, the words barely audible over the pounding of my heart. I almost can’t believe the words that spill out of me next. “And while you do it I want—I want your cock deep in my ass.”

I’ve never had anal sex before but it’s something I always wanted to try. Paul was too prude, too judgmental. I was always afraid that he’d look at me differently if I told him what I craved.

But DJ’s eyes flare with a mix of surprise and excitement. He leans down to press a soft kiss against my lips, the tenderness another surprise after the dark desire I just voiced. His voice is low, a husky whisper that sends shivers up and down my spine.

“With pleasure.”

He pulls back slightly, giving us both a moment to breathe as he reaches for the bedside drawer, fishing out a bottle of lube. His movements are calm, his slow, deliberate actions only ratcheting up the heady tension in the room.

DJ coats his fingers and then his cock with the slick substance, his gaze never leaving mine, filled with unspoken promise.

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