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I run my hands over his chest, gripping his chest hair, watching my nails digging into the muscular flesh, desperate to brace myself for the orgasm that I know is about to rock me.

He dips his head down, letting me feel his heavy exhales on my forehead.

“Let go. Come for me,” he says, his voice deep but fraying as his breathing quickens. He gets his wish as I feel my body shatter.

Holy shit.

No toys, no fingering my clit, just his hard cock bringing me here, convulsing and melting into his body, pure ecstasy running through every fiber of my being.

Where did this man fucking come from?

Chapter 34

Tanner

Cowgirl

Fuck me. I’m going to fucking lose it. The walls of her dripping wet pussy flutter and grab my cock as she writhes and moans through her orgasm, calling out my name. It’s the hottest, most intense thing I’ve ever felt in my life.

I keep pounding her, but I can feel myself letting go. My vision is starting to blur.

“Come for me, Tanner,” she screams, clenching me even tighter inside her, digging her nails into me. “Make me fucking yours.”

I let go, making one last deep thrust to the hilt as I can feel myself draining into her. My throbbing, pulsing cock held tightly by her. I can feel her tighten again, as if she wants me to stay buried in her like this forever. I wouldn’t mind that. I could just live in this moment. Her hands rest on my back, her nails now just barely digging into me as she softly kisses my neck.

Yep. I could stay here forever.

“God damnit, Ronni,” I say, my head turned towards her, kissing her hair, “you’re unreal.”

I slowly roll off of her, admiring the view of her flush, sweaty body. Her nipples taunting me through the bralette I somehow left on. Our bodies are pressed against each other as we lay on our sides.

“You aren’t too shabby yourself,” she says, batting her lashes and flashing that intoxicatingly soft smile. Her hazel eyes cut right to my heart.

Fuck, I love this woman. I’ve always known that, but now it’s so real. Something I feel through my entire body.

I run a finger down her cheek, holding her chin between it and my thumb. Her mouth is so sexy. I think about how good it looked wrapped around my dick the other night. I can already feel myself start to get hard again, desperate for more of her.

She hums softly, pressing her thigh against me. “Did you not get enough?” Her voice is now low and sultry.

“I could never get enough of you. Ever.” I pull her against me, kissing her forehead.

“Good,” she says, pushing me away and onto my back.

Before I realize it, she’s on top of me. Grinning down at me with her long brown hair over her shoulders, dangling in front of her breasts.

“It’s my turn to make youmine,” she purrs, grinning as she reaches for her bralette, pulling it over her head and flinging it on the floor.

Fuck me. I’m definitely hard again.

I can feel her dripping wet pussy pressed against my shaft, my own release running down her thigh. But I’m aching just as bad as her. I raise my hips, straining to grind myself against her, hungry to be back inside her.

I look up at her, admiring her perky tits, her pink nipples raised. I run my fingers up to them, cupping them in my hands.She holds her hands over mine for a second before looking at me, her beautiful smile turning mischievous. She grabs my wrists, pushing my hands back down to the pillow on either side of my head, holding them there. Her tits are inches from my face and all I want to do is put them in my mouth.

“Now, now,” she tsks playfully, her voice impossibly seductive, “it’s my turn to make you lose control.”

Jesus Christ. Where did this come from? Nope. I don’t even care. I’m fucking into it.

She cranes her neck so she can reach my lips, biting and tugging the lower one. I groan at how much I want her to put my aching dick back in her. She starts to slide her slick, wet slit up and down my shaft. With each rock of her hips, I know she’s teasing her clit and it makes me want her so bad.

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