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He doesn’t let up though, continuing to plunge his fingers in and out while his tongue teases and circles my clit.

“Fuck Abe,” I cry out again, my nails digging into the back of his head as pleasure radiates throughout my body. “Don’t stop.”

He chuckles against me, vibrations only adding to the pleasure coursing through me.

God, I’m so close.

I feel it building deep within me, like a dam ready to burst.

Suddenly everything else fades away until there’s only Abe and the delicious friction he provides.

His grunts against my core drive me further, pushing me over that edge into a mind-numbing orgasm.

As wave after wave hits me, I feel myself clenching around his fingers, my body shuddering and convulsing with pleasure.

A series of high-pitched cries leave my lips as he pulls his fingers free, replacing them with his hard cock.

He rams himself inside me, egging on my orgasm until my entire body is shuddering.

With every thrust he grunts, “You’re so fucking tight.”

His grunts echo in the room, a primal symphony of our wild lust for each other.

His body pistons against mine in a rhythm that sets my senses on fire.

I feel every hard inch of him, scraping against my sensitive insides, pushing me further and further into the abyss of pleasure.

“More,” I manage to pant out, wrapping my legs around his waist and allowing him to drive deeper within me.

With a growl, he obliges, embedding himself all the way to the hilt and holding himself there for a moment.

He looks down at me with half-lidded eyes, the intensity of his gaze enough to set my body aflame once again.

“Sera,” he murmurs, biting his lip as he starts to move again.

His pace is slower this time, but no less powerful.

Every thrust is calculated to drive me mad with pleasure.

My hands reach up to grip his biceps, feeling the play of muscles underneath his skin as he works wonders on my body.

His breathing becomes rapid and in a matter of seconds, he’s pulling his cock out of me, pumping it until he sprays his load all over my stomach.

I’ve never had a cumshot on me before, but I kind of like how erotic it is.

Giggling lightly, I look up into his eyes. “We might have to do this again, so you’d best give me your number.”

Abe smirks, “Whatever I can do to make you happy, darling.”

CHAPTER FIVE

Turmoil

The sleek black Mustang roars to life as I turn the ignition, the rumble of the exhaust shattering the quiet Las Vegas night.

I glance over at Jolt in the passenger seat.

He gives a nod, his face tense as we prepare to leave for our first meeting with Damon and Dixon since we’ve gone undercover.

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