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“Will it feel different with me on top?”

She was barely letting my dick touch her, and it was driving me crazy.

“Yeah…” was all I could get out.

“Like how different?”

“Like. . . I don’t know…fuller, I think. Shit, Heather…you’re driving me mad. ”

With a smile, she bit down on my lower lip right as she sat down, letting me I enter her body all the way.

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bsp; We both let out a gasp as she sat back up, putting her hands on my chest.

“Oh god…feels so good, Josh. ”

With the way she was moving, there was no way I was going to last long. She looked down at me, and her blonde hair fell forward, partially covering her beautiful breasts.

“Faster, Heather…move faster. ”

When she did, I could tell she was getting close. Sitting up, I grabbed her and I buried my face into her chest.

Before I knew it, we were both calling out each other’s names.

She moved her legs to wrap around me, straddling me. I wasn’t even sure how long we sat like that before she said something.

“I never want to leave. I just want to stay right here with you forever. ”

I closed my eyes and held her tightly.

“I feel the same way, princess. I love you so much. ”

“I love you, too. ”

When I slowly laid her down next to me, she put her head on my chest. The next thing I knew, she was sleeping. All I could hear were the sounds of the Llano River and the slow and steady breaths coming from the girl of my dreams.

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

ARI

Oh. My. God. I was lying there on the bed, panting. Jesus, how does Jeff do that to me? I smiled as I thought about how amazing he’d just made me feel. After two orgasms, I was spent and ready to go to sleep.

He crawled up next to me and smiled.

“Well, do you feel more relaxed, baby?”

When I started laughing, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. Holy shit. What the fuck?

“Jeff, will you help me sit up?”

Jeff got up and helped me into a sitting position.

“What’s wrong?”

I looked at him and smiled. “Nothing. I guess I just had a sharp pain in my stomach. It was almost like the Braxton Hicks contractions, but this time it seemed different, stronger.

“Do you want something to eat?”

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