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It was probably only minutes, but it felt like hours later when Flynn brought me close to the edge for the fifth time. He’d stopped to spank me three more times, each one harder than the last but it added a satisfying bite of pain to the pleasure, and I lowered my hands to his head on purpose twice to feel the sting.

“Please,” I whimpered, my skin dewy with sweat, my body strung so tight it was nearly painful. I was burning up, and my breath was coming short and choppy. “Please, honey, please.”

Flynn didn’t respond, but I barely paid it any heed. I was so close to undeniable pleasure; I was desperate for it. Nothing else mattered right now. No one, nothing, just the pleasure he’d been denying me for too long.

I swear, I was near tears when I felt that wave build again, because I knew he’d take it away from me. I cried out, my body tensing as I felt it coming, and I fisted the bedspread again.

But this time he didn’t stop.

His fingers crooked up inside me as his tongue flicked at my clit hard and fast. I didn’t just come; I detonated. I screamed, my back arched and thighs clenching around him as my muscles convulsed. Pleasure burst over me so hard and fast that I lost my breath. I was pretty sure I blacked out for a moment, because the next thing I knew, Flynn was naked and rolling a condom onto his hard length.

“Flynn,” I moaned.

“We’re not done yet, baby,” he warned before he pressed his cock to my wet entrance. He pushed in and I whimpered and drew up my legs, letting him in, feeling my swollen muscles grip the long length of him.

“Fucking, Christ!” he grunted through clenched teeth.

I watched him, the way desire and restraint fought in his eyes, the way his face contorted with pleasure and the muscle in his jaw ticked.

“Flynn, hurry,” I whispered.

“Slow, Angel. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I shook my head. “Hard and fast. Give it to me. You won’t hurt me,” I promised.

His dark eyes met mine, weighed my words for a moment before he drove inside me. I screamed—all pleasure—and arched my back as he thrust all the way inside me.

He swore again, his words coming in the form of muttered grunts as he pulled out and surged forward again.

“Yes!”

“Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good, like a dream,” he groaned. I raised my hips with his every thrust, wanting him hard and deep inside me. It was like once he started, there was no stopping, and I had no desire to do so. I wanted him mindless; I wanted him to lose himself in me and struggle to remember which way was up.

“God, baby. Like a fucking glove, you’re so hot and tight. Fucking beautiful,” he praised, and I felt my second orgasm building.

“Flynn, I need more. Don’t stop.”

“Never stopping, Angel. I want to feel your cunt draining my cock.”

His words were a shock, and the wave of pleasure they sent through me was unexpected and fierce. Flynn gripped my hips and held me tighter to him as his hips began thrusting harder and faster. He slipped a hand between us to circle my clit, and I moaned.

“Need you to get there, baby. You’re so fucking tight,” he rasped again, his eyes nearly black with lust.

God, having this man look at me like that was a kryptonite and aphrodisiac I wasn’t expecting.

“Yes, Flynn. Almost there, baby, I’m so full,” I whimpered, my body tightening again with an impending orgasm.

Looking at me through heavy-lidded eyes, Flynn leaned forward and wrapped his fingers around my throat. My breath hitched, and I saw the way he watched me, waiting for me to say no. But I didn’t. I smiled and the one I got back was devastating. His grip tightened as his hips thrust harder and faster, and I felt myself so damn close to the end.

“I feel you, Ara. You’re almost there, Angel. Come for me, baby. Come on my cock.”

His words acted as the catalyst and my orgasm hit me with the force of a freight train. I cried out again, my arms lowering so myfingernails dug into his arms.

Flynn’s grip on my throat tightened, heightening my pleasure, and he swore and came with a raw cry of pleasure. I watched the tendons in his neck stick out, his face tense. The sight of his strong jaw clenching as he grunted his release through clenched teeth made me tightened up further.

“Fucking hell,” he gritted out, jerking faster as my orgasm continued to roll through me.

I was panting and there was a strange ringing in my ears making it hard to hear.

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