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The ache of being intruded so quickly makes me gasp for breath.

"Sorry," he whispers, but he pulls back and slams forward a second time.

"Don't be. Mmm," I moan, my mouth growing drier with every panting breath.

I clingto him, my arms wrapped around his body, but he pulls away, positioning his body so he's back on his heels, cock buried deep inside of me.

Maybe I should feel a certain way about his obsession with watching his cock disappear inside of me, but it only heightens the experience. The way he stares down as if he's in awe of what he's doing makes my core clamp around his cock, and I grin at him when he looks up at me.

"I'm fucking obsessed with you," he whispers, hips still working in a sawing motion. "You're fucking mine, Caitlyn."

I dip my head, wanting to be his more than anything else I've wanted in as long as I can remember.

"Yours," I manage. "Own me."

His mouth drops open, one hand gripping my hip as he presses forward. His other hand drops between my legs, his thumb swiping over my already sensitive clit.

"Fuck," he grunts, burying himself inside of me.

I come at the first pulse of his cock, and not for the first time wishing he was bare. I know it's a conversation we need to have. I also know we're in no place to have children right now, but it's something we need to discuss at a later time.

His body jerks as if he's being repeatedly shocked by electricity as we orgasm together.

I feel liquid when it's over, my arms and legs falling to the bed a second before he crashes forward, aware enough that his arms catch most of his weight before he cages me on the mattress.

"I don't ever want to get used to feeling like this," he whispers, his breath coating the skin between my breasts.

"Me either," I confess, managing enough strength to lift an arm and wrap it around his back.

I whimper a moan when, after a long moment, he shifts his hips back, his still semi-erect cock dragging against the sensitive tissues inside of me.

"Sounds like that make me want to rip this used condom off, put a new one on, and go for round two."

I'm biting my lip, silent, when he looks down at me.

I attempt to lift my shoulders in a nonchalant shrug before whispering, "Okay."

His smile spreads across his entire face.

"We aren't going to be leaving this room anytime soon, are we?" he asks.

"I don't have any plans for the day," I tell him with a smile.

"I don't want you going back to the club," he says, an edge to his voice that lets me know he's no longer in a playful mood.

"I have no plans to go back," I assure him.

"I'm still not sure I'm not going to kill the other guys who have seen you naked."

His eyes meet mine when I rest my hand on his bare thigh. "We can have that discussion at a later date, can't we?"

He nods, grabbing the base of the used condom before pulling it off and knotting it.

"I don't think I want to talk at all right now," he says as he reaches for another one.

Chapter 40

Jersey

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