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It feels right to give it up to him.

“Had to get that perfect pussy ready for me,” he says, his voice hoarse and low.

His beard tickles my cheek, and he kisses me hard as he rocks into me.

He’s big, really big, and I feel stretched and delicious in all the right places, and I swear, his dirty encouragement is making it even better.

I didn’t know I was into that.

“Keep talking,” I moan. “I like it.”

“Yeah, you fucking do, because you were made for me, June, made to be my princess. I’m going to make you feel so good.” He thrusts deep and I cry out at the force, hiking my legs higher around him. “You want to take me so deep, don’t you? So fucking perfect.”

His dark eyes are wild.

I need him, oh my god, so badly. I grip his shoulders, trying to pull him closer, to make him go faster.

He does, and I’m so close. “So close.”

“Fuck, June.”

He lowers his head, and when his hot mouth clamps over my nipple again, I shatter into a million pieces.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-SEVEN

DEAN

I can hardly stand it,barely able to lie still. My cock aches with the need to come, and it’s taking all my fucking control not to.

I want to last for June. I want this night to last the rest of my fucking life.

June straddles me, her eyes closed.

I’ve made her come three times, and still, she’s insatiable, and with her spread out above me, I think I might be the luckiest man alive.

“My June.”

I rub my cock between the slick heat of her legs. I can’t help but reach out for her beautiful, perfect breasts, pinching her pink nipples until she moans, low and throaty. Her hair falling in waves down her back.

I’ve never seen anything so incredible. She slides onto me slowly, rocking her hips back and forth. I grab her hips, guiding her, as she presses her body down on top of mine, seizing my mouth with hers. Claiming it.

Claiming me.

My chest tightens. This isn’t enough. It will never be enough with her. The way she tightened her legs around my head when she came, the way she looks at me with trust and desire.

She’s all I want.

Gripping her hip in one hand, I wrap my other arm around her torso and flip her onto her back. Pressing a finger to her clit, she moans, making a small, needy noise that has me riding the edge of her orgasm.

“I can’t wait any longer, June.”

“Want you to come,” she pants. Her head falls back, her long brown hair tickling my thighs.

When she tightens around me, her core fluttering, I know I’m done for. Her nails scratch down my back and I follow her, kissing her, saying her name as I finally come.

This is bliss.

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