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“Is that your idea of a threat?”

Smith ignored my question by issuing a demand.

“Arms farther out to the sides.”

I slid my hands wider, giving him a better view of my breasts.

One of his arms wrapped around my belly, his palm went to my stomach, and just like last night, his touch was soft as he slowly moved it up to cup my breast. His thumb and forefinger found my nipple and rolled.

“You want my cock, baby?”

Did he seriously need to ask?

“Yes.”

“Are you ready for me?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“From this?” His fingers pinched and rolled harder. “Or was it your little stunt that got you worked up?”

Hm, that’s an interesting question.

“Both. But mostly it was seeing you naked, coming out of the shower wet, reminding me I was thirsty.”

“Thirsty?” He smiled.

“I was a little dehydrated from all the orgasms.”

Smith’s smile grew until the crinkles at the sides of his eyes appeared.

Good Lord, he was hot.

I felt his cock slide back, the tip teasing my opening, but he didn’t push inside.

If he didn’t hurry this along, I was going to go crazy.

“So you thought you’d drink from my dick?”

“Seemed like a good plan,” I told him, and wiggled my ass.

“Yeah? How’s this for a better plan?” he asked.

I didn’t get a chance to tell him what I thought of his plan.

I didn’t get a chance to do much of anything when he slammed into me to hilt, taking me to my toes.

“You like my plan, Aria?”

The mere fact he had the wits about him to speak while he was slamming into me so hard, so deep I was panting, unable to form words, was a testament to his machine-like abilities.

He was insanely good at this. Best I’d ever had, by far. Never had I been fucked so thoroughly I was speechless. Never have I had a man who took me from turned on to ready to detonate in seconds. Not that I’d had tons and tons of sex, but I wasn’t a virgin by a long shot.

“What’s wrong, baby, can’t speak?”

Nope. And I wasn’t the least bit ashamed. Nor would I be above begging for more if I could get my voice to work. But just when I thought I had pulled it together enough to ask, he plucked my nipple while at the same time added a finger to my clit. There was no slow roll or slow build up. Smith had a point to prove and he was proving it—brilliantly.

“You’re gonna come for me, then you’re getting on your knees and finishing what you started.”

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