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“No. I would like you to stop talking about other women and fuck me,” I snap. This makes him smile so devilishly that my pussy squeezes around him. He growls and gives me a warning look. Then he leans over, kissing the back of my neck until his lips are at my ear.

“I imagined it was you. Always you. Only you.” I’m not really sure what to make of this new information. I should probably be appalled—that he did that in the first place and that he’s decided to bring this up now—but I can’t manage to feel anything but blissful satisfaction. He must see it on my face because he stands back up, confidence painted all over his face.

“I’ll only ever fuck you like this if I get to see your pretty face while I do. No more pretending—because I’ve finally got you.”

“Sawyer, please.” I whine, needing more from him.

“Please what, Dove?”

“Please fuck me harder.”

“You are so pretty when you’re begging, baby.” He gives me what I want, railing into me until I’m gripping the counter so tight my knuckles are turning white.

“Right there, Sawyer. Oh! Don’t stop.” He pulls me up, bringing my back flush to his chest as he reaches around, gently massaging circles onto my clit until I’m moaning uncontrollably. “Sawyer.” His name falls off my lips as a pant. He is dominating my body unlike ever before and I can barely stand from the orgasm building in every inch of my body.

“Louder for me, Dove.” All at once he thrusts into me, flicks my clit and bites down on my neck, sending me into the abyss of orgasms.

“Sawyer! God, yes!” The most powerful one I’ve ever experienced rips through me, making my knees almost buckle. Sawyer wraps his other arm around me, keeping me upright as he chases his own release.

“Atta girl, scream for me baby.”

As if I don’t know how to not to, I let out one final scream of pleasure and he spills inside of me.

“Fuck, Dove!” I can still feel him pulsing inside me, as I watch him bury his face into my neck. He lets out a moan, gently kissing my neck before he pulls out of me, letting his cum drip down my leg. He tucks himself back in his jeans, righting his belt before grabbing a napkin to wipe my leg. Then he grabs my underwear from the floor, but before I can take them back he nods to the toilet and I roll my eyes.

Is it weird I find it so hot that he thinks of all the post sex care details?

CHAPTER 49

LEAH

Tay

Leah!!!! Where the hell have you been?

That’s a fair question. I have spent the last two months completely consumed by Sawyer. They’ve flown by so quickly I didn’t even realize spring break was next week until one of my students mentioned going to the beach this weekend.

Me

Your brother’s bed.

Shane

Ruby

Hell yes.

Lauren

You asked for that one, Tay. Where the hell else would she be?

Me

Tay

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