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Her legs tightened around my waist, trying to draw me in deeper.

“You feel so fucking good.” I leaned in, kissing her face, her neck.

She wrapped both arms around me. “Myles, please, give it to me.”

I wasn’t going to refuse.

I started to thrust into her, setting a slow pace at first. It had been a while for both of us; I wanted to warm up a little.

But I didn’t plan on finishing this slowly.

Under me, Cassie moaned and whined, her nails digging into my shoulders. I liked how it felt.

I liked knowing I was making her feel so good.

She gasped in my ear. Her hips started to move, rocking just slightly against mine. “Harder,” she mumbled.

I nodded, kissing her neck again. I let myself move the way I wanted to—hard, fast, slamming into her.

Every time I buried myself all the way, she let out a squeal of pleasure.

I hadn’t heard anything so sexy in ages.

“Myles.” She gasped my name. I wanted her to say it like that forever. “I’m—I’m really close.”

I was, too.

I nodded, pressing my forehead to her shoulder as I continued to thrust into her.

“I’m coming,” she said.

She didn’t need to announce it, because I felt her tighten around me, starting to shake. Her nails dug harder into my skin.

She turned my head and kissed me, muffling both our moans.

I stilled inside her, my balls tightening, then releasing.

I came inside her, gasping against her mouth.

She let me go as we both started to come down, sinking against the couch.

“Holy shit, Myles.”

“Holy shit, Cassie.”

She laughed softly. “Stay the night?”

Why not? “Yeah. I’d love to.”

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