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Beautiful.I didn’t get called that often, unlike Lyssa, even though we were identical. It was just that sheworebeautiful. Sheexpressedbeautiful. She lived it.

I caged it. Held it back. Kept it in reserve, so I wouldn’t get too much attention.

Lyssa had always sucked up all the attention in the room. Even now when we rarely saw each other and were no longer in the same room for people to compare.

Johnny’s hand slid up my side to cup my breast.

“Mmm.” I melted back into him.

He brushed his thumb over the tip of my nipple, making it tighten and grow hard. His teeth nipped at my shoulder, and he groaned, his dick getting longer where it was trapped against my ass. He shifted, and it nested between my legs, the soft head gliding over my entrance.

Damn, was I already wet? He hadn’t even touched me down there yet. My body seemed to heat and ripen any time I was near this man.

“Do you have another condom?” I murmured.

His breath hitched as his cock pumped in the gap between my legs and pussy. “Oh, baby.” He sounded almost pained. Like he needed me as badly as I seemed to need him. “You want to ride your cowboy again?”

God, his rumbly growl was my undoing. “Uh huh.”

“Two seconds.” He kissed my neck. “Don’t move.” He rolled off the bed and lunged for his jeans on the floor.

I kicked the covers off my legs, already plenty warm. I didn’t usually sleep naked, so it heightened the sensations for me now. My skin caressed by ridiculously high thread count sheets. Nothing between my legs to absorb the slick honey leaking out for Johnny.

He climbed back on the bed with a condom package already ripped open.

“Wait, wait.” I sat up.

He instantly checked his movement, met my gaze.This guy was serious about consent–a fact that made me feel safe with him.

I grinned, taking the condom from his hand and pointing at the bed. “On your back, cowboy.”

He gave me a slow, lazy grin and did as instructed, propping his hands behind his head in the perfect picture of cowboy calendar repose. He was my Mr. September.

I rubbed my lips together as I surveyed his gorgeous, naked body. He was pure muscle. His skin tanned. His chest dusted with dark curls that matched the hair on his head. He was gorgeous.

I straddled his thighs, wanting to explore. I dropped the condom beside him and ran my hands over his pecs, loving how defined his muscles were. The way his nipples hardened when I touched them. I bent down and flicked my tongue over them the way he had mine.

He groaned. “You’re killing me, baby. How can you be so hot?”

I laughed. He made mefeelbeautiful. It was all too fantastical to believe.

I didn’t want this to end, but Lord knew, I deserved this one last hot screw as Lyssa.

I trailed my fingertips down his washboard abs and followed that glory trail right down to his cock. He was thick and hard for me, straining for my attention.

I gave it to him.

I gripped the base and slowly stroked to the tip as I held his gaze.

“Grip harder,” he instructed.

I did as he wanted, and he groaned.

His eyes caught the light and appeared almost golden, rather than brown. I held his gaze as I lowered my mouth to the head of his cock. I showed him my tongue but hovered over him, teasing.

A drip of pre-cum leaked from his slit, and I flicked it up with my tongue. “Mmm,” I moaned at the salty flavor.

Johnny was no longer the picture of cowboy repose. His fists were squishing the pillow on each side of his head into tight wads. “Fuck, Lyssa,” he grated. “I’m dying.”

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