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“Seems to me that your body has already decided for you, mamacita.”

“Sometimes she gets it wrong.” Greer’s reply contradicted her hips angling to give me better access.

I pushed two fingers into her and then pulled out to circle around her clit. She jolted and clamped her knees shut, trapping my wrist between them.

“She’s getting it wrong right now, baby girl,” I chuckled, going back to drawing lazy patterns on her belly.

Greer’s hands found both my forearms and gently gripped. “I’m tender this morning, especially when you go straight for the sweet spot.”

“Did I hurt you last night?”

Instant relief washed through me when her head rocked back and forth. “Not in a bad way.”

I lifted my head to look at her properly. “You’d tell me though, right? If I hurt you too much?”

She rolled onto her stomach and gifted me with a blinding smile. Chocolate brown eyes landed directly on my heart and pulled me deeper into the unknown. She softly raked her nails across my chest and whispered, “I’d tell you.”

There. Right there was the look that never failed to cut me off at the knees. She was giving herself to me. Letting me in without question.Trustingme. Not wanting anything in return apart from being treated right. And I would. Fuck yes, I would.

I pulled her to lie along the length of my body. My semi nestled perfectly between the apex of her legs, as if that spot was created purely for me.

“Don’t doubt that for a second,” I murmured against her lips, kissing the smile that appeared.

I swallowed her hum and threaded my fingers through her abundance of glossy hair, holding it out of place and angling her head at the same time. The more she rocked against me while returning my kiss, the more my cock stood up and demanded attention.

Greer sat back and smirked. “Be a shame to waste it, don’t you think?”

“Damn shame,” I growled, watching her reverse down my body to take my dick in her hand.

My hips bucked and my hands fumbled to touch any part of her within reach as she ran her tongue around the tip of my erection. I shoved her hair to the side—I needed to see her take me in her mouth.

“You’re killing me, mamacita.”

“You wanna fuck already?” she asked, after another ball-aching suck to the head.

A sexy flush already tinted her cheeks, and I anticipated watching it creep down her neck and onto her chest while she rode me.

Shoving a couple of pillows behind my back, I reclined and set my hands on her bent knees when she straddled me again. “No fucking, baby. Go slow.”

I wanted to watch her stretch around me, absorb every expression, count each time her teeth bit into her lower lip, and urge her eyelids back open every time they drifted closed.

I wanted her to see what she did to me. How she tore me wide open by simply laying a single finger upon my skin. It was those eyes. Always had been, and always will. They were enough to get me instantly drunk. Potently luring me into a false sense of security where I wanted to bare myself to her and shoutthis is who I am.No cloak, no mask. No cocky smirk to get my own way. Just, and quite simply, me.

Greer’s head tipped back when she nestled the head of my cock against her opening and slowly worked herself down the shaft.

“Fuck,” I hissed. So warm, so damn tight. “You and your damn voodoo pussy.”

A laugh fell from Greer’s perfectly parted lips. I palmed her tits and rolled each nipple between my thumb and forefinger, drinking in every breathy sound she made. She sank a little lower and groaned.

“Slow, baby girl,” I reminded her, despite wanting to fuck her through the roof and come while watching her tits bounce wildly in my face.

My teeth clenched at the thought. I had to grapple with the control that I willingly relinquished to her. I’d take it back another time, but right now, she had me by the balls, figuratively and literally.

I groaned as she toyed with them and bucked my hips despite promising myself to let her lead. Greer’s reciprocating moan made heat seer through my lower abdomen as she rotated her hips in lavish circles.

“You need to quit doin’ that or I ain’t gonna last the mile,” I hissed. I was torn between resisting and welcoming each wave of pleasure as she created it.

She breathed a smile and circled her hips with increased eroticism, then moaned again when my grip tightened on her breasts.

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