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And again, just sex talk because there’s a condom between us, but in this moment, it does feel like he’s going to pump a load inside me.

And I want it…want it so fucking much.

Rylan licks my hand, and then I wrap it around my shaft. I’m dangerously close to coming already, the sex between us so fucking good. This is what I always thought it would be, and it’s because of Rylan that I’m feeling it.

I jerk myself off as he continues to pound into me, long, deep strokes that feel better than anything ever has.

It’s like I’m almost there, and then with one more pump of his hips, I’m losing myself to the best, most potent pleasure I’ve ever had. My balls draw tight, dick spasming in my hand as I spurt cum again and again, each time he shoves into me.

“Fuck, baby. Me too. Holy shit, I’m coming too.” Rylan’s muscles tighten, dick twitching inside me, jaw tight as he dissolves into his orgasm. All I can think is how sexy he is and the fact that I did this, that my body gave this gorgeous, cocky, sometimes annoying man the pleasure I can see on his face.

It’s incredible.

I want more.

Wait. Did he just call me baby?

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Rylan

“Why are youso stiff over there?” I ask, lying down beside Hayes. It doesn’t matter how physically fit I am, after sex, I just want to collapse in a heap and not get up for days.

“You called me baby.”

I frown. “No I didn’t.”

“What? Are you kidding me right now? I heard you say it.”

Well, that would be a weird thing for me to say. “I don’t remember saying it.”

“I certainly didn’t make it up!” Hayes huffs, which makes me chuckle.

“I believe you. I have no idea what that’s about, though. Must have slipped out in the moment. Sex talk, ya know? Stay there. I need to get rid of the condom. And I’ll get something to clean us up before I pass the fuck out.”

As I get out of bed, I see him frowning.

“What?”

“You’re getting something to clean us up?”

“Jesus Christ. Who were these guys you were fucking? They’re losers.” I don’t give him time to answer before going into the en suite.

What.

The fuck.

Was that?

I called him baby? I can’t figure out why I did that, but ignoring it seems the best course of action.

After tossing the condom in the trash, I wet a cloth, wipe off my dick, and throw it into the laundry basket before grabbing another one for Hayes.

That was…really good sex.

His ass is like a fucking glove.

So tight and perfect.

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