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When she tightens around my base again, I know that she’s going to come. I watch her closely, holding back the wave of come that’s trying to erupt out of me, holding back the lust, holding back the feral savage inside so that I can feel her release first.

She suddenly clasps my face in her hands, turning my gaze so that I’m staring into her eyes. Her eyes flood with pleasure, joy, and her release as her pussy pulses around my cock as if trying to coax the release out of me.

Her orgasm keeps going, lasting ten seconds, then twenty, her walls gripping me tightly, then releasing slightly in titillating waves. I bite down, my entire body tense with the desire to empty inside of her.

Finally, she falls back, her body coated in sweat, making her curves shine and glimmer for me.

Sitting up, she says, “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

I stop, shock rioting through me. “You want to stopnow?”

“I don’t want to dothis,” she says, wriggling down the bed.

CHAPTER 27

TORI

He leans back, looking shocked, his jaw tight, his eyes flaring with wild hunger. His rock-hard cock is coated in my release, his tip glimmering with a big dollop of precome.

“I don’t want to stop, silly,” I tell him, grabbing his arm and guiding him to the bed. “I can see how close you are. I want to be sexy for you.”

“You’re always sexy,” he growls.

“But like this…”

I guide him to his back and then climb on top of him. I’ve never had crippling body-image issues, but it’s not like I’ve ever been super confident, either. When I sit on him, reach down, and grab his thickness to guide it to my aching pussy, the flood of confidence is intoxicating.

I slide down his length, every inch of my sex aching as he grinds inside of me.

He growls, massaging my breasts as I begin to bounce. I feel my body shaking, and there’s a slight whisper of nerves, a tiny voice, but it’s easy to ignore it when I see how badly he wants me.

No, not wants.Needs. He’s staring like he’s been waiting his entire life for this moment.

I let myself go completely, bouncing up and down, grinding on his length and owning the pleasure, owning the moment. A wave of power washes over me. It feels like I sometimes do onstage, the crowd applauding, the emotion pulsing out of me.

The veins on his neck bulge, and his eyes open wide, staring in fascination as I prop my hands on his chest and bounce over and over. His length makes a searing path inside as he touches a place I’ve never experienced before: deep, hot, needy.

His lip twitches when he hears the quality of my breathy moans change. He sits up, smoothing his hands over my back. We rock together, his warm breath moving over my body, face, and neck. I’m sure I can feel his manhood expanding inside of me as the pleasure floods into him, causing me to fall over the edge with him.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “My perfect poet…”

“I love—the new—nickname…”

“Fuckkk.”

He falls back as his pleasure erupts, his hands molded to my hips as his cock pulses and his come fills me. I sink my hands into his chest again, leaving marks there, tattoos of possession.

Finally, he lets out a trembling gasp and pulls me on top of him, his wilting manhood slipping out of me. I slide into his embrace,putting my cheek against his naked chest, feeling and listening to his heartbeat.

“I never thought losing my virginity would feel so good,” I whisper.

He kisses the top of my head, squeezing my shoulder. “You were so damn sexy” He sighs when his cell phone rings. “It’s Gray, the head of the security team. I better get this.”

I tighten my grip against Alex’s bare stomach. Please don’t let Damien ruin this moment.

“What do you mean you can’t find her?” Alex growls. “You’re supposed to be the best security team in the goddamn city. So she slipped away, did she?”

He sits up, looking furious.

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