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With a guttural growl, he comes. Hot, salty liquid shoots down my throat, and I swallow every drop, my mouth milking him until he’s spent and trembling above me. When I finally pull back, my lips are swollen and slick, my chest heaving as I look up at him. His cock is still twitching, still hard, and I know this is just the beginning.

“Your turn,” he whispers, his voice dripping with sin.

I smile, and the look in his eyes says it all. Tonight, he’s going to rock my fucking world.

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BRODY

Her mouth is swollen and wet, still glistening with me.

She’s on her knees between my legs, looking up at me like I’m pure sin, and the only thing I can think is how badly I need to ruin her. Completely. Thoroughly. One orgasm at a time, until she’s shaking and wrecked and doesn’t remember her own name, only mine.

She licks her lips like she’s proud of herself. She should be. But this round? It’s mine.

“Your turn.” My voice is full of want and need.

She barely nods before I scoop her up with one hand under her thighs, the other around her back. She wraps her arms around my neck, laughing breathlessly as I carry her down the hallway toward the bedroom.

“Queen treatment,” she says.

“Fuck yes,” I growl. “I love having you in my arms.”

The bedroom is dark, but I don’t bother flipping a switch. I don’t need to see her in anything but shadows and skin. I lay her down in the center of the bed, slow and deliberate, like I’m offering her up to myself. She props herself on her elbows, watching me as I strip off my shirt, and then I meet her eyes.

“Let me undress you,” I say.

She lifts her hips and lets me peel her leggings down, dragging her panties with them, leaving her bare and beautiful in the middle of my bed. Our bed.

My gaze rakes over every inch of her. Her thighs are already glistening, her pussy flushed and swollen, begging for my mouth, my fingers, and my cock.

I kneel between her legs and drag her down the mattress until her ass is flush with the edge, and then I place her knees over my shoulders. She gasps when I spread her open, my tongue already flicking out to taste every drop of her.

“Brody,” she gasps, breath catching as I flatten my tongue against her clit and lick her slow.

She tastes like everything I’ve ever wanted—sweet. Fuck, she’s soaked, dripping for me. I devour her like a man starved, my tongue working in circles, then fast flicks, then long, greedy strokes that make her hips buck and her hands claw at the sheets. Her thighs start to tremble around my head. I suck her clit into my mouth as she whimpers, her cries high, needy. It’s a broken sound that makes my cock throb against the mattress.

“Keep going,” she begs.

I slide two fingers into her tight cunt, curling them just right, dragging them against that spot that makes her see stars. Her body arches off the bed, and I know she’s right there, suspended on the edge, ready to fall over. I can taste it. I can see it in the way every muscle in her body tenses.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I mutter against her soft pussy. “Come for me.”

As if I snapped my fingers, Harper shatters.

Her legs lock around my head, and she cries out my name like it’s the only word she knows. Her pussy tightens around my fingers, wet and pulsing, as I ride it out with her, licking her through every wave until she’s twitching, breathless, begging.

“I need to feel you,” she gasps. “Inside me.”

I rise up and drag my cock along her soaked entrance. “Your wish is my command.”

I thrust into her in one slow, hard stroke.

She screams out in pleasure when I sink into her—tight, wet, pulsing around me, like her body was made to take every inch.

My hands grip her thighs, spreading her wider as I drive in deeper, grinding my hips into hers until I’m buried to the hilt. Her pussy squeezes around me like a fist, and I bite out a curse as I pull back and slam into her again.

“Fuck, Harp,” I groan out, sweat already beading down my spine. “You feel like heaven, wrapped in sin.”

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