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He came up over me, reached a long arm to his nightstand. He leaned back, coming up onto his knees, and tore open a square packet.

“Hurry,” I begged, watching him roll the condom down his long, thick cock.

“Knees up, spread wide for me.”

My knees came up. Smith fell forward, bracing himself above me with a palm to the mattress beside my head while his other hand guided the head of his dick through my wet. He did this with our eyes locked. His burning down at me, mine barely able to focus, yet I still saw it—the indecision that cut through the hunger.

He was still worried my eyes weren’t open and my heart wasn’t locked down tight.

“Fuck me, Smith.”

“Baby—”

“Do it.”

“Aria—”

“Now, honey, fuck me.”

That did it.

Finally.

With one thrust Smith drove deep, filling me so completely I whimpered.

“Fuck, Aria.”

“Oh, God.”

Smith came down on his elbow and his mouth took mine in a brutal kiss that matched his drives. It was wild. It was out of control. It was glorious. I wrapped my legs around his waist and bucked up to meet his drives. His hand on my hip slid down and around to cup my ass, shifting me higher. He broke the kiss.

I sucked in much-needed oxygen.

Smith did not. His mouth hit my neck, his tongue traced a line from under my ear to my throat and there he mumbled, “Christ, you feel good.”

If I would’ve been able to speak I would’ve told him he feltamazing.

“You gonna come for me again, baby?”

Oh yeah.

I was totally going to come for him.

“Close,” I wheezed, still trying to catch my breath.

“Arms over your head, brace on the headboard.”

Before I could comply, I lost Smith’s mouth and stubble on my neck. He reared back to his knees, taking me with him, and waited until I had my hands where he wanted.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he grunted.

There, filled with Smith’s cock, his gaze roaming over my naked body, openly hungry, not hiding he liked what he saw, I felt gorgeous.

His eyes dropped to where we were connected and I watched his jaw clench.

“You like watching yourself fuck me?”

Smith’s head remained bowed but his eyes tipped up to meet mine. It wasn’t the blazing desire I saw. It was the sexy smirk on his lips that made my pussy convulse.

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