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“Thank fuck, baby.” He lifted both my knees and settled between them, lining his sheathed cock up with my entrance. “Normally, I would take my time with you, but I can smell how ready you are for me, and I’ve lost the tether on my control.” He rubbed the head of his cock over my slit, parting my folds.

“You cansmellme?” Oh God–what did that mean? Was he grossed out? He didn’t seem grossed out, but I should have showered first maybe?

He eased in. “I meant feel. See? You’ve got me all mixed up.” His grin demolished me.

This man was lethally hot.

“Are you sore at all from last night?”

I wriggled to take him deeper. “A little. But don’t stop. It feels so good.”

I loved being stretched and filled by him. There was something existentially satisfying about it. Like my whole life I’d been waiting to have sex with this man and only this man.

But that was crazy.

“Lyssa,” he groaned, going in deep and slowly withdrawing.

This time Ireallydidn’t want to hear her name. Instead of making me feel wild and uninhibited, it made me feel like a lie. That while we were bare, there wasnothingbetween us except for the truth.

I hooked my ankles around his back and used my legs to pull him in.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Fuck, baby.”

That was better. I likedbabyway more thanLyssaright now.

I urged him in faster. His eyes still seemed golden, even though the light couldn’t possibly be hitting them right now.

God, he was beautiful.

He growled. “I’m still dyin’, baby.”

“Give it to me,” I egged, remembering his threat to break the bed. “Show me what you’ve got.”

He let out a strange growling sound–almost like a lion or bear–and pounded into me. “I’m sorry,” he gasped, bracing one hand on the headboard as his hips snapped to drive in hard. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

I couldn’t answer–I was way too busy adjusting to the intensity. To his size and the force with which he was thrusting.

“Promise, baby?”

“I promise,” I gasped, using my hands over my head to brace against the headboard above me.

Damn,he was considerate. What guy cared that much? What guy got this passionate, for that matter?

This guy was incredible. One in a million, for sure.

I simultaneously celebrated my short stint as Lucky Lyssa and grieved that it was going to end probably as soon as he came.

He kept pumping, his breath ragged, his face contorted with pleasure. “I’m sorry,” he gasped. “I’m sorry this is so short. I just–”

He licked his thumb and brought it to my clit.

Only that little bit of contact, and I shrieked as an orgasm ripped through me. My internal muscles squeezed. My inner thighs clamped down around his waist.

He roared and plunged in deep, coming with a wild shudder that rocked the bed. My orgasm continued, pulsing and squeezing and turning me inside out as he lowered his body to blanket mine and buried his face in my neck.

“Oh baby.” His kisses were apologies. “That was all about me, and I’m so sorry. I totally lost control.”

I lay limp and damp on the bed, replete. “No, I’m good. It was so good.”

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