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“Not until you’re inside me,” I pushed out, pulling his hair.

“Not done with my meal, gorgeous,” he grunted before he latched onto me again.

I whimpered, my thighs shaking, my orgasm nearly there. This one was going to be stronger than the last four, and I didn’t know if I would survive it. My eyes closed as I lost control, fucking his face erratically as I gasped for air, one hand going to my breast, kneading it. He grunted against me, and I bent my head, finding his eyes, the wicked gleam within them, and I was gone.

My head shot back, sinking into the mountain of pillows as I rasped, “Yes, yes, yes. Babe, yes!”

I was still floating, my body still trembling when I felt his heat hovering over me. A second later, I felt his piercing against my overstimulated clit, causing my body to jerk. I lifted my eyelids open, finding my cowboy staring down at me, my cum all over his short beard. “Could eat that cunt for a lifetime and I still wouldn’t be satisfied,” he rumbled, shifting his hips.

I whimpered, lifting my sore ones, seeking him out.

“Put my cock in your pussy, Diana,” he ordered.

Without hesitation, I reached down between us, my hand eagerly searching for his length. My fingers wrapped around it, feeling it’s hard weight as I moaned, bringing it to my entrance. He held himself there, not moving, and my eyes shot up to his. “Please,” I pleaded, lifting my head to brush my lips with his.

Suddenly, my head was back down, his hand wrapped around my throat, his lips at my ear. “When I fill you, you tell me how much you love your cowboy.”

“Yes,” I gasped, his fingers flexing.

“You tell your cowboy how much you love his pierced cock, yeah?” he growled, his teeth nipping my ear lobe, and goosebumps scattered across my flesh.

I nodded.

He slammed inside, sliding all the way home.

I gave him what he wanted. “I love you, Mags,” I breathed, my arms going around his neck. “I love you so much.”

Another harsh growl left him, his hands going down to my hips, pinning me in place. He pulled out and slammed back in again. “You love me, Firefly?”

“So much,” I pushed out.

Thrust. “You love my body?”

“Yes.”

Thrust.“You love my cock?”

“Yes!”

“You love all of me?” he asked, his voice shaking as he pulled back, meeting my eyes.

“Every part of you,” I whispered, his hips moving steady now. “Even the parts you haven’t shown me yet.”

He dropped his face back into my neck, but I didn’t miss the look in his eyes. His hands moved up from my hips, snaking underneath me as I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling this scar on the left side against my thigh. I turned my head, pressing my lips to his ear. “I love you, all of you, Mags,” I whispered, emotion clogging my throat.

His hips moved faster, chasing his own climax as I held on, telling him how much I loved him, stroking his hair. When he finally reached his peak, he gave me the words I’d been longing to hear.

I love you, Firefly.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Mags

“Whendoyoustartteaching your class?” I asked, setting her plate down on the coffee table in front of her.

Diana cleared her throat as she set her beer beside it, leaning forward to grab her fork. “Monday.” I froze, and her hazel eyes flicked up to me. “My class is at eleven,” she tacked on.

We’d finally moved out of the bed an hour ago, and I drew us a bath, letting her soak in my arms for a while. I knew she was sore, not only from the fall, but from me. We were insatiable. The craving we had for one another had gone on for far too long, and I knew one weekend wasn’t going to be enough.

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