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“I don’t have a condom,” I said through clenched teeth, slowly jerking myself.

“I-I don’t care.”

“You should,” I continued my slow thrusts into my grasp. “I don’t have any diseases to pass on to you, but I would fill you with my seed.”

“You could pull out,” she whispered.

“I don’t want to.”

She reached for me, and I climbed between her spread thighs, hand clutching my base and notched against her. “Color, love,” I said, my body trembling.

“Green—”

I thrust in fully, and Natalie clutched at me, a gasp ripping from her lips as I pulled out. “Oh God—”

I forced into her once more, bowing her back beneath me, and I captured her lips, swallowing her cries as she came, her pussy pulling me deeper, squeezing, trying to entice my balls to explode.

Teeth clenched, I rode her through her orgasm, full, deep-seated thrusts into her soaked tightness, threatening my sanity.

She caught her breath, a smile on her lips, but I wasn’t nearly done.

“Look at me, love.”

Natalie obeyed immediately, and I fought the need to give her everything, every drop brewing in my balls, every emotion flittering around in my head and heart.

Forcing my hips into a smoother, slower action, I glided in and out of her, angling my hips enough she bit on her lower lip.

“Mmm,” I hummed my enjoyment of her exquisite pussy sucking at my cock. “Tell me what you want, Natalie. Anything. You can have it.”

“I want to come again.”

I chuckled.

“Your dimples are evil,” she breathed with a rush of words, her face blushing.

“Your body is sin personified,” I growled, snaking an arm beneath her knee to open her wider, “and I’m going to indulge until I’m satisfied.”

“Oh God,” she gasped again, and I grinned.

“Hold on, love.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Natalie

Jordan pounded into me with relentless energy, every thrust rubbing my sore as hell ass against the bed. The stinging ache, the nudge of his tip against my womb with every thrust, brought tears of exquisite torture to my eyes.

He claimed my mouth. Stole my breath, every ripple of muscle beneath my clutching hands overwhelming me with his strength.

I gave him everything. The cares I’d carried for far too long, the guilt and bitterness I’d fought for the previous couple of weeks, the stress that had tensed my body and thoughts for years.

I came undone, shattering into a million pieces, trusting him to be there to put me back together.

“Natalie...”

My name a prayer on his lips, he buried his face in my neck, his hands clutching my stinging ass cheeks, and he shuddered.

Heat shot deep inside me, jerking spurts as he trembled atop me, his groans the best aphrodisiac to my depleted body. I squeezed my inner walls around him, taking all he gave, uncaring of consequences in that moment of connection.

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