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He latches on to my clit and his tongue moves over it. The suction and friction combined with his fingers filling me, working me, send me over the edge.

Pleasure tightens through my body, and my hips buck against Hayden’s devouring mouth as I come hard. Wave after wave of heat and sensation roll through me. My thoughts evaporate; I’m just a collection of nerves firing as he moans between my legs, guiding me through it with low, encouraging noises. My muscles spasm around his fingers, and I’m dizzy with the loss of control, the overwhelming bliss, the whoosh of blood through my veins.

Like last time, he draws it out, watching my face and slowing his movements, bringing me down softly until I’m a breathless puddle.

“Oh my god,” I breathe as he climbs up beside me and gathers me against him. Blood still pounds in my ears, but a luxurious, sated, heavy feeling settles through my body.

“You’re so good at that.” I swallow, closing my eyes. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”

His lips find my temple and he presses a kiss to my hairline. His voice is low in my ear, making my skin prickle. “Trust me, the pleasure was all mine.”

Against my hip, though, his erection strains. His body heat sears me through the fabric of his boxers. I’m sick of waiting. I want to make him feel the way he just made me feel.

Deep down, in the most secret part of my conscience, my heart aches at the knowledge that this will end—this easy, effortless, thrilling dynamic we’ve found—and I’ll never find something like it again.

Which means I have to make it worth it while it lasts.

Wearing my own wicked smile, I wrap my palm around his length. His lips part in surprise and desire glazes his eyes.

It’s my turn.

CHAPTER 55

HAYDEN

“Don’t say ‘not tonight.’”Her eyes gleam with interest and curiosity as her gaze lingers on my cock and she gives me a firm squeeze.

My balls tighten with need. “Shit.”

“I want to see you.” She trails her fingers up and down my length.

Just like last time, I can feel the coiling pressure around the base of my spine, the heavy ache in my balls. Fooling around with Darcy gets me there ten times faster. “I’m so fucking close already.”

“Prove it.”

I let out a tight laugh at her determined but playful expression. “You’re going to fucking kill me, you know that?”

Her pretty mouth twists into a happy smile, and I slide my boxers off. My cock springs free, hard and dripping pre-cum, and the first brush of her fingers against my bare skin has my hips jerking off the bed.

“Wow,” she breathes, staring at it with a reverence that should embarrass me but instead makes the blood beat harder through my veins. “I knew you were proportional, but…” She studies my cock, smoothing her fingertips down the underside, and I struggle to breathe, it feels so fucking good.

“But…?”

“It sounds cliché.”

“Say it.” I can barely get the words out.

“You’re really big, and I wish you’d fuck me.” Her mouth tips. “Happy?”

My cock jumps in her hand as my balls tighten. Lying here with her like this, with her making those interested eyes at me?

“Yeah, Darce, I’m happy.”

She explores and plays with my erection, and I wrap an arm around her to keep her close.

“Is this okay?” she asks. “That I’m just… going slow like this?”

“It’s fucking incredible,” I rasp as she strokes me higher and higher into ecstasy. “Kiss me?”

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