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I slowly unbuttoned my own jeans, divesting what was left of my clothes. Mitchell’s heated gaze fixed on me, trailing over me with lust and love.

So much love, it was like a sugar high.

I grabbed my cock, sliding my hand along my shaft as I gazed at him.

Mitchell praised me constantly, and I couldn’t deny I liked it, how his words made me feel.

So, I took a page out of his book as I closed the distance between us, catching his gaze as I let go of my cock, bracing my hands on the wall, pinning him beneath me. His gaze glistened with excitement as I pressed myself and my leaking cock against him.

“You are, without a doubt, the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I said, finding my voice.

“Oh yeah? Is that so?” he drawled, grabbingbothour cocks together in his hand.

Instinctively, I thrust myself against him, but it was no use, I needed more.

Mitchell moved his hand slowly up and down as he jacked us both, and I captured his lips with mine.

A thousand thoughts ran through my brain, a thousand wants, a thousandneeds.

The foremost being one I never thought I’d dream in a million years, but that felt more right than anything else.

Tuned into me like he was, he only whispered, “Tell me what you want, Cream Puff.”

I let my hand drop along his body, pulling him away from the wall. I slid my fingers over the supple flesh of his ass, my heart in my throat as my fingertips slid over his seam.

Mitchell groaned from the touch, which only fed my desire more.

“I want you,” I said, letting my fingernails dig into the skin of his cheeks. The lust in my voice was foreign, but somehow it felt so undeniably true I couldn’t refute it.

The need to be inside of him, possessing him, was both scary and exhilarating because I’d neverwantedanyone as badly as I wanted Mitchell.

“How do you want me, baby?”Mitchell teased, using his thumb to spread our combined wetness along my shaft.

I swallowed harshly as the words fell out of my mouth. My heart thumped in my chest as I held his gaze, like a blazing fire.

“I want to fuck you.”

Mitchell smiled the sexiest grin I thought I’d ever seen, his dark hair falling in his eyes as he leaned up to nibble my lip.

“Is that so?” he purred, pushing me gently as he dipped toward the shadows. I followed him like a moth to a flame.

Toward his bedroom.

Bedroom.

A part of me felt scared as he turned on the light, keeping it low enough to see, but not bright enough to be distracting. I watched as he sauntered toward his bed, the dark black and gold geometric comforter standing out against the black, padded headboard.

There was something exhilarating about standing in his bedroom, feasting my eyes on his amber-lit flesh. My cock throbbed as the air kissed my moist skin, and I had to wrap my hand aroundmy cock to quiet the need for touch.

Mitchell gazed at me over his shoulder as he opened his bedside table drawer.

I took one step closer, watching his shoulders knit as the sound of a cap popping echoed in the space. Then I took another step, then another, until I was in front of him.

I braced my fingers on his shoulder, letting them travel over his skin and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling his body flush against me.

Mitchell turned in my arms, and I leaned forward, kissing him with all that I was.

And what I was, was a ball of nerves, of sensation, of fear and love, and excitement and uncertainty.

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