Page 89 of Glamour & Gumballs

I sucked in a breath against his mouth as the thick length of his erection pressed against my clit.

Moving my hips just a little, I lined his tip up with my entrance as we kissed.

He growled into my mouth, grabbing my other thigh and wrapping it around his waist as he lifted me higher.

I gasped against his lips as he pulled me down over his cock, filling me fast and hard.

The shower spun around me as I breathed hard, trying desperately to adjust to the feel of him inside me. I hadn’t eaten anything, which didn’t make me any less faint.

But I was used to starvation.

I’d ignore the shit out of it if it meant having Rhett inside me like he was.

He hauled me out of the shower without bothering to turn the water off or pull out of me. I didn’t even hear the door close behind us.

My hair dripped down my back and ass before he set me down on my back on the bed. Then, it soaked the blankets.

Rhett’s eyes burned over my bare figure as he leaned over me, his hands on either side of my head.

“Shift,” I said. “I want to touch your wings.”

His cock throbbed inside me. “If I shift, we’re sealing the bond.” He rocked his hips slowly, smoothly, dragging a ragged gasp out of me. “There’s time for that later. Right now, I’m taking you like this.”

My heels dug into the thick muscles on his ass as my hips arched to meet his next, slow thrust. “Mmkay.”

The word was strained.

I didn’t have the mental willpower to argue.

He worked himself in and out of me slowly, every inch of his thick cock hitting that perfect spot inside me as he moved.

It was insane.

Intense.

Incredible.

I unraveled with a moan.

Panting, sweating, and rocking, I came down from the high while he continued to move inside me.

The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.

As amazing as it was, it was intimate in a way I didn’t have words to describe.

It didn’t feel like he was fucking me; it felt like he was making love to me.

I met Rhett’s gaze, and found something I hadn’t seen in it before.

Something like devotion.

Maybe even something like love.

“You’re unreal,” I breathed, my hips still moving with his.

“You’re unbelievable.” He unwrapped one of my legs from around his waist and lifted it up to his shoulder.

My lips parted at the change in sensation.

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