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I lick my lips as I lean forward, putting my good hand against the mirror and resting my splinted hand on top of it. And then I look over my shoulder at him and say, “Don’t make me wait.”

He presses harder against my clit, and a strangled moan escapes from the back of my throat as I watch him spread his legs to line himself up with my entrance. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

I’m so worked up I can only nod in response. And when he notches his cock at my entrance, sliding in slowly, I straighten my good arm and push myself back onto him, gasping as he stretches me. I’m so fucking full; every inch of space is filled with him until I feel like I can’t breathe.

“You’re doing so well. We’re almost there.”

Almost?What the hell is this man talking about? There is no room for any more of him.

He bends forward, trailing kisses along my shoulder. “C’mon, you can take all of me. Just relax.”

“I. Am. Relaxed,” I grit out between clenched teeth.

“Listen, Sunshine,” he says, pulling out slightly and then sliding right back in. The sensation of his length gliding along my inner walls eases some of the pain from being stretched so full. “I wanted to take this slow. You’re the one who decided to impale yourself on my cock.” He plants one hand next to mine on the mirror, and wraps his other around my hips, anchoring me to him. “So why don’t you let me take over here?”

My eyes widen at his domineering tone, as I meet his lust-filled gaze in the mirror. “Don’t be condescending when you’re inside me.”

He tilts his chin down, his lips resting right against my ear so his words are like a low growl flowing into me. “I get that youlike having control, that you’re used to being in charge.” He pulls out and slides back into me again, and my eyelids flutter shut for a moment as my lips part, because the feeling is just too good. “But for once, I need you to let me be in charge. I promise, I will take very good care of you.”

My whole body relaxes, like it realizes it can trust him. And now that my shoulders aren’t so tense, it allows my back to arch more and my hips to loosen.

“Such a good girl,” he says, straightening up and using his hand to trace patterns around the bruises on my back. His touch is feather light, so instead of causing me pain, it makes me shiver.

And then he’s slowly moving inside me, setting a pace that only makes me want more. The drag of his skin against mine, the crude sound of our bodies slapping together, his soft grunts and my quiet moans—it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, staring down at where our bodies meet. “Taking me so well, just like I knew you would.”

I rock myself back onto him, trying to increase the pace because he has me feeling like I can’t get enough of him. I can’t get enough of him being inside me, but I also can’t get enough of the way he’s looking at me—it’s hunger and adoration combined. He’s worshiping my body as he moves his hand from my hip back down to my clit, gently pressing as he moves his finger over it again and again. It’s then I realize that he’ll do whatever it takes to make me feel good.

And that realization is the thing that allows me to finally let go. To give up any control I’m clinging to, to bring down any barriers I’ve put up, to fully enjoy the moment without worrying about what it means or what comes next.

“That’s right,” he praises, his teeth clenched and the words barely audible over my moans of pleasure. I watch my breastsbouncing as I sink back onto him, his one hand focused on my clit as he brings the other to the base of my neck, squeezing just enough to give me a thrill.

I’m panting and needy, letting out more sounds I don’t recognize each time he bottoms out in me, letting the sensations roll through my body as he fucks me in a way I didn’t know was possible—in a way that’s all about my pleasure.

There’s an ache building inside me, an electric feeling I’ve never experienced before. And as if he knows exactly what I need in order to turn that current up all the way, he brings his hand from my neck to my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. Sparks shoot through me, like lightning in my veins, until I’m practically screaming.

He reaches over and slams the bathroom door shut right before I tip over the edge, moaning out his name and god’s name, plus several expletives, interchangeably, as he buries himself deep inside me. With the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard, I feel his release shooting against my inner walls as he comes, because there’s no room for it inside me. And as he pulls out and presses back in one more time, his cum runs down my leg.

It’s the most erotic and dirty thing that’s ever happened to me, and I know without a doubt that I need this again. I had no idea sex could be like this, and I need more of this—more of him—in my life.

His upper body falls forward, his hand bracing him above me as he kisses the crown of my head before whispering reverently, “You’re fucking spectacular, you know that?”

“Thatfeltspectacular,” I murmur, closing my eyes because I’m absolutely spent.

He gathers my hair in his hand and presses a kiss on the back of my neck. “You didn’t do what you were told, though.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask, in a daze.

“Yeah. I told you to watch, so you could see how you look when you come. But you closed your eyes when you got there.”

“I couldn’t help it.” I’m still unable to open my eyes or lift my head. “I was...overcome.”

“Next time,” he says, leaving more sweet kisses on my skin, “I want you to watch.”

“Next time, huh?” My words are teasing, but we both know there will be a next time. How could there not be when it feels that good?

Chapter Twenty-Four

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