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My head rushes again. This is way more intense.

“Don’t come until I say you can,” she teases.

Fuuuck. I feel like I’m going to pass out. The way she wraps her pussy around my cock unleashes a rush of lust and heat. She pushes my shirt up, inching her hands up my chest.

“I’m going to work you hard, and you’re going to hold out,” she says.

I can’t even mutter a feeble, “Yes, ma’am” She’s turned the tables on me completely.

She moves faster, with more intensity. Her hands grip my ribs.

I have to hang on, hold back, force myself to keep control.

She slams down on my lap, again and again and again, her breathing increasing. A small keening cry comes from her, and I lift my head to watch, knowing this will be my next work of art.

Her head is thrown back, breasts swaying with every crash onto me. She’s pink in more places than usual.

She’s so fucking beautiful.

Her hands creep up to my nipples. She grasps them both and pinches hard. “Now, Diesel, now!”

The pain, the pleasure, her command, the glory of her body, and the slamming of her tight sheath on top of me take me over the top.

I crash upward into her, unleashing into her body, warm and wet and filled.

She cries out my name and a string of curses and inarticulate words, her body blossoming with color.

The way she tenses down on me as she comes makes it draw out in spasms of intense pleasure. I hold her waist as she grinds down, still going, still crying out, until finally she collapses forward on my chest.

I hold on to her, cradling her against me. She breathes heavily against my shoulder, our bellies connected skin to skin.

My hands slide down her back.

I’m here. With her. In the quiet.

And there isn’t anywhere I’d rather be.

CHAPTER 29

SYMPHONY

Idon’t know what to call what Diesel and I are doing.

Random dates and banging?

Mostly banging.

Hookup companions?

Not really companions.

Fuck buddies?

That works, except we seem to be exclusive.

I’m not sure I like it. I mean, yes, I like what we do. But the emotional swirl around it all confuses me. Like, fuck buddies should laugh afterward and not be obsessive, right?

Based on his sketches, he’s catching something other than casual sex.

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