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“Not really. You seem capable of just about anything.”

His thumbs tease the lace concealing my slick arousal. “Like filling two of your holes at once?”

There’s a noticeable gush in my basement to reveal what his words do to me. “That’s filthy.”

“You love my dirty mouth.” He nips at my bottom lip.

“It’s just okay,” I blatantly lie.

His chuckle curls my toes against his ass. “I bet your pussy is drenched for me.”

“Only one way to find out.”

“Brace yourself, beauty.” Drake rips the crotch of my panties and slams into me.

“Shit,” I hiss. My sore muscles weep at his harsh intrusion.

He stills. “Too much?”

“Never. Just out of practice, remember?”

“I thought we fixed your squeaky wheels.”

“You’ll have to grease me better than that,” I taunt.

His arm loops around me, splaying a palm on my back. “You want it fast and hard?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Rough?”

“Please.”

That’s the permission he needs. I grab onto him as he withdraws and slams into me again. From there, his hips piston in and out at a feverish pace. My inner walls ache at his quick tempo, but the twinge is somehow pleasant. I hike my legs higher around his waist to adjust our angle. His piercing rubs at my clit and I sigh at hitting the spot.

I’m overly sensitive. Tingles are already spreading after a few thrusts. Drake takes the cue to grind against me, pumping faster.

This man already knows how to play my body like a professional sport. His technique is finely tuned to pluck at my desire as if we’re performing a choreographed script. It’s like he’s reinventing me, which is too screwed up for me to consider right now.

But our compatibility thrums through my veins, surging hotter each time he sinks into me. This type of chemistry can’t be denied. Drake is determined to prove that. It would be careless—not to mention naive—to fall headfirst into the fairy tale he’s selling. I’m realistic. There’s no time for romance. These heated moments will have to be enough.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he groans. “Have I told you how incredible you feel?”

“Not today.”

Devotion floods from his unyielding gaze. “I had no idea sex could be like this.”

“Too sweet,” I murmur. The flimsy scold is more for myself than him.

“Ah, damn. I almost forgot myself.”

Drake gathers my hair in a fist and pulls just tight enough to sting. My head tips back to alleviate the burn, a gasp spilling from me. He’s in control but I’m confident he would yield if I asked. Another furious shove jostles our position and I wheeze.To be honest, I don’t mind how he dominates the scene. I trust that my pleasure is his priority.

More than that, he’s handling my needs without any guidance. Each sure stroke allows me to surrender and pass him the reins. For years, I’ve had to take care of everything myself. Drake is granting me relief from the weight of endless responsibilities.

That freedom is dizzying, especially when paired with his cock stretching my tolerance to the brink. His lips travel along the extended column of my throat, the gentle caress at war with his brutal fucking. The contrast propels me toward the edge. Pressure builds until I’m trembling for release.

The plate clatters beside us, reminding him of my other hole he can fill. “Still hungry?”

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