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“Fuck. You fit me perfectly.”

He’s playing dirty. And the pressure is too much. Ineedthe delicious friction of his cock moving inside of me. Need it more than air.

I lift up until only the tip is lodged inside of me. Then rise even higher, so I’m entirely empty.

Hunter wasn’t kidding. His dick is soaked with the evidence of my desire.

I grab the base and watch, transfixed, as it slides back inside of me. When I glance at Hunter, he’s watching too. That makes it even hotter, somehow, both of us staring as my body spreads to take him.

This angle is different. He feelshuge, and he hits some deep spot that has white dancing across my vision. I’m so full it feels like he’s invaded my entire body. Turned me entirely into his.

I repeat the up and down motion over and over again. I’m barely hanging on, so close to coming but wanting this to last forever.

I love when Hunter takes control, but I feelpowerfulin this position. This big, strong man is focused on nothing except each thrust of my hips.

Hunter says my name through gritted teeth.

I hear the warning in it. He’s giving me one final chance to change my mind.

But it’s already made up. I brace my right hand against his rigid abdomen, bearing down as hard as I can.

I see his release appear. But I alsofeelit. His cock thickens and jerks, and then there’s a seeping of warmth that I somehow distinguish from the other heat.

I reach between our bodies, feeling the stretch of my body and the stickiness trickling out, before moving higher and rubbing some of Hunter’s cum around my clit.

He releases a rough groan when he realizes what I’m doing, and that sound sends me flying over the edge.

I’m coming so hard I can feel the convulsions ripping through my body.

Hunter can feel them too. He grips my hips, taking over thrusting, and draws out my orgasm even longer.

When I collapse against his chest, he’s still inside of me. We’re as connected as two people can be.

“Best haircut ever,” he whispers into my neck.

And I almost whisper three different words back to him.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

HUNTER

Adistant door slams. “Eve! You home?”

I roll on my back and rub at my eyes. Beside me, Eve stirs.

“Eve?” a voice—Harlow’s—calls again.

Eve yawns, covering her mouth with one hand. “Yeah! One sec,” she shouts.

She rolls toward me, tucking both hands under her cheek. “We fell asleep.”

“Yeah,” I say, scrubbing my face with one palm.

Not surprising. I just came harder than I ever have in my life.

When I suggested going bareback to Jemma, it was because some high school buddies were talking about how much better sex felt without a condom. Honestly, I’m not sure I noticed much of a difference. It felt good, but it always did.

With Eve, it was incomparable. Not just physically, although feeling her pussy without a latex barrier had me worried I wasn’t going to lastonestroke, but because of the level of intimacy she trusted me with.

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