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“Sam… Sam… I’m…”

“Just let it go, Cass.”

She keeps panting while I pause before my next move.

“I want to wait for you,” she insists.

Edging doesn’t work for everyone. A woman’s window of pleasure can be as short as seconds. I would hate for her to forgo her climax just because she’s thinking of me.

I reassure her, “You don’t need to hold out. Just enjoy the moment.”

“How about you?” she pants, squeezing her pelvis desperately.

I toss her a smirk. “I’ll give you another one when I’m close.”

And I move in without giving her a chance to have second thoughts.

She stretches under my glide, her gasps have folded into a glorious scream. Facing her straight on, I observe her lids squeezing out a few tears while her lips move, uttering my name.

I’ve pleased her—nothing is more satisfying. My fallen angel is in her own heaven, and I’m responsible for it. Whether I’ll join her or not, that’s beside the point. She’s in total bliss, I’m not going to disturb her.

Moments later a smile curves on her face. No, she’s not done yet. Perhaps she remembers that I’ve promised to give her another one, which I intend to keep if she’s up for it. But from the look on her face, she’s readying herself to restart the action because ofme. She isn’t the type who abandons her partner—she wants me to join her.

Cass caresses my abs and makes her way down, acknowledging my rock-hard erection. She lets me lead the first time, now I’ll leave it up to her.

“How do you want me, sweetheart?” I whisper in her ear.

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CASS

Mr. Gray Diamond lives up to his name. He’s still on top of me, and those eyes have killed me over and over. And now he’s asking me, in the gentlest way—how do I want him?

You know a lover is a great lover when he can turn a humble missionary position into a screaming fest louder than a storm. I became part of him when his weight crushed me. I melted into him as our sweat mingled. Most of all, the proximity between our faces has made our lovemaking real—we reminded each other that pleasure was just a byproduct of our togetherness.

It was almost perfect. If only my desert-like sex life hadn’t become apparent. Sam shattered my self-control and suddenly, I found myself on a bullet train, reaching my destination way ahead of time. Premature isn’t just for guys, and I was embarrassingly too quick.

Yet he understood. Better still, he turned glitch into glory. His immaculate timing, his precision loving, and the fact that it’s Sam, all compounded to create this immense wave of pleasure. I had never felt it so intense before I cried.

The man knows what women want, and I let him know me.

I let him have me.

It’s scary—earthquake kind of scary. I’m entering the unknown, and there’s no fiber within me that tells me I should turn around. I’m safe with him, outside the wall I’ve built from the rubbles of my life.

Sam rolls to my side, waiting for my answer.

He’s given me the privilege to relive the bliss with him. I’m well aware he hasn’t had his climax yet, and I have every intention to wait for him this time.

My way.

I mount him like I do a stallion, sitting tall in front of him. He groans, not expecting me to land on him so hard.

“Damn… why didn’t I think of this before?” He extends his arms to reach my breasts.

He keeps kneading as I let his raging cock enter me. The sight of him enjoying the play heats me up. Sometimes you need distance to appreciate what’s in front of you.

Before my eyes, is a man I admire, cherish and respect. I don’t know where we’re heading, but I will always look to him. For I trust him, and I wouldn’t want to be with anybody else but Sam.

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