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The first flick of my tongue draws a sharp gasp from her lips. Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling me closer, and I give in, groaning against her as I take my time tasting her. Her hipsgrind against my mouth, every moan, every shudder telling me exactly what she needs.

“That’s it, Amara,” I rasp between strokes, my voice thick and needy. “Let me hear you. Let me feel how much you want this.”

She’s falling apart under me, her moans turning to broken cries, her body writhing as I lick her sweet pussy. When I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right, she clenches around me, her fingers clutching the strands of my hair so tight I feel pain.

“Nicholas,” she gasps, her nails digging into my scalp. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

I grin against her, quickening my pace, my tongue working in perfect rhythm with my fingers. Her cries grow louder, and when she finally breaks, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

Her orgasm crashes over her, her breath catching as she moans my name over and over like a prayer. I don’t stop until she’s completely spent, until her legs are shaking and her grip on my hair loosens.

When I finally pull away, she looks at me through heavy-lidded eyes, her chest heaving, her lips parted.

“You were so incredible, honey,” I say, lifting onto my feet as I brush her hair back from her damp forehead. “And I’m not even close to being done with you.”

She smiles, lazy and sated, but the fire in her gaze tells me she’s ready for more.

And so am I.

“Open your mouth,” I demand, my voice rough.

She obeys without hesitation, her lips parting, and her tongue sticking out for me. Tilting her head back I look down at those wide, innocent eyes and spit on her waiting tongue. My cock aches when she moans, soft and breathy. It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.

“See how sweet your cunt tastes, baby?” I rasp, my thumb tracing her jaw before I pull her in for another kiss, my tongue tangling with hers. Her body arches, silently begging for more.

Pulling back, I grip her chin, forcing her gaze to meet mine. “Turn around,” I order.

She moves instantly, turning around as she places her hands flat on the shower glass. My hands glide over her wide hips, marveling at how beautifully she fills my palms. I can’t stop myself from squeezing, my fingers digging into her softness like she was made to fit my hands.

Dragging the tip of my cock along her slick heat, I tease her, reveling in the way she quivers. “You’re dripping for me,” I murmur, my voice a mix of awe and hunger. “You want this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice shaking. “I always want you.”

Her words drive me wild, and I can’t resist her any longer, gripping her hips tighter as I thrust forward, groaning as her body takes me, inch by inch. She’s wet and warm and so tight that I almost lose it right here.

“Fuck, Amara,” I grit out, my fingers digging into her skin. “You feel like heaven.”

Her moan is pure music to my ears, and I start to move, pulling out slowly before driving back in. Each thrust draws another sound from her lips. Soft gasps, breathless cries, desperate whimpers that make my cock twitch inside of her.

Leaning forward, I press my chest against her back, my hands sliding around to her stomach. A groan leaves me as my fingers splay across her, loving the feel of her body beneath my palms.

Beautiful whimpers escape her as my hand drifts lower, finding her clit. My fingers circle it in time with my thrusts, and her body jolts, her cries growing louder, rawer. “You’re desperate for my cock to fill this tight cunt, aren’t you, honey?” I murmur, quickening my pace. “I can feel every inch of yourpussy squeezing me, gripping my cock inside of you.” She lets out a sweet little cry at my words, her tits pressing against the glass as I fuck her hard, relentless, wanting to bury myself inside this woman until the end of my days. “Let go, Amara. Let me feel you come on my cock.”

The way she tightens around me pushes me over the edge, the orgasm crashing into me hard and fast. “Fuck.” I bury myself deep inside her, my hips stuttering as I spill into her tight heat.

For a moment, all I can do is hold her, my forehead pressed against her shoulder, my breaths heavy in her ear. I don’t pull out, don’t let go—I can’t.

The thought of impregnating her flashes in my mind as I thrust my cock deeper, filling her with every drop of my cum. Her body full and round with my child, the ultimate proof that she’s mine, consumes my mind.

But I force the thought away as I press a kiss to her damp shoulder. That won’t ever happen. This thing between Amara and I will be over in less than two months. This is strictly business. Nothing more.

I pull out of her, groaning when my cum drips out of her pussy, and pull her into my arms, turning her so I can look into her eyes. She doesn’t see the turmoil flashing through my mind, and I don’t let it show.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You did so well for me, baby.”

Her smile is soft, sleepy, and sated, and I press my lips to her forehead, holding her closer as my chest tightens with things I can’t afford to want.

Chapter thirty-one

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