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Big, round breasts in my face, that voluptuous flare of her hips, her legs splayed open and gripping my body.

Fuck.

Her eyes are so wide and bright, but as I hold my cock up for her delight, she slides down on it without a word or any more prompting.

Perfection.

I close my eyes for a second and savor.

Hattie’s pussy might be the closest to heaven I’ll ever get.

“Is that good for you?” I ask, my voice rough as I grab her hips and thrust up into her. “Do you like that?”

“Yes,” she whispers. Her hair falls over her face, leaving two jade eyes staring out behind the mess, spearing me with green.

I’m not one for extended eye contact during sex, no, but something about this has me captivated.

Six months.

Six fucking months.

That’s practically an eternity yet also the blink of an eye.

But it should be enough.

It has to be.

Growling, I guide her into a rhythm, teasing her clit with my thumb.

She tightens around me, moaning softly, and I know it won’t take too much to get her close. Especially with the way she’s grinding on my dick, finding the best angle, taking the pleasure I drive into her.

Seeing her like this shreds my senses, all her inhibitions gone as she chases raw pleasure.

There’s no time for politics here.

Nothing but the hard reality that I want her and she wants me—even if she’d never admit it if I hadn’t claimed her first.

I don’t regret a single solitary second.

Neither does she, judging by the way her eyes finally flutter shut.

Already so close.

Dammit, so am I.

I’m determined to hold out until she’s come on every inch of me, though.

Usually, I’m a brute, insisting the women I’m with come more than once before I unload. It’s a dark pride, the way I leave them in a heap after the hardest fit of their lives.

But seeing her bouncing on top of me does terrible things, and fuck—I won’t be able to hold back for long.

“Ethan, I’m—oh my God!” she whimpers, opening her eyes and looking right through me.

“Come for me, Pages.” I hold her gaze, hazy with pleasure.

She looks half-drunk as she licks her lips, rolling her hips one last time.

I rub her clit.