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“Don’t worry, I’m not going there. You just have the prettiest little hole.”

I bite my lip and tuck my face under my arm. He continues to play with me, pushing in the smallest amount before pulling out and rubbing the tip and down.

“Please, Owen,” I beg.

A sharp sting radiates from my butt cheek. “Don’t rush me.”

I roll my eyes, adding spanking to the list of things I shouldn’t like but I fucking love.

Minutes later, I’m writhing, pushing back against him, and whining with need. One thrust. That’s all it would take, I’m certain of it.

When I least expect it, he pushes in to the hilt and holds himself deep inside, gripping the flesh of my ass so hard, I worry he’ll pull the skin right off. But the pain only makes me wetter.

I shout a string of expletives as my pussy clenches down on him. I was wrong about needing one thrust. I’m desperate for some friction. I need it more than air right now.

“Long after I’m gone, you’re going to remember”—he pulls out before slamming back into me—“how much you love my mouth and my cock.” Another hard thrust emphasizes his words.

He picks up speed now, his hands still full of my ass and his balls slapping against me. The sounds, oh God, the sounds. It’s absolutely pornographic, yet I want it to be on a playlist I can listen to for the rest of my life.

Another orgasm sneaks up on me, and I lose control of my body. He pulls out, and again, even more fluid shoots out of me. I need to ask him about that but not right now because, holy shit, I’m having an out-of-body moment.

“That’s it.” He pushes back in, leaning over my body as he ruts into me while touching me everywhere. Hugging me around the waist, he pulls me up to my knees. His hands skim down my sides and grip my hips, encouraging me to move.

I want to make him feel as good as he’s made me, so I reach behind my head and loop my hands around his neck for purchase as I bounce up and down. This position gives him easy access to my breasts, and he takes full advantage.

“You feel so fucking good like this,” he grunts out. “That’s it, honey. Just like that.”

His encouragement is all I need to keep going, despite my burning thighs. I thought I was in peak shape, but there are not enough squats in the world to prepare me for this.

“I’m coming,” he grits out and moves his hand up my body to the base of my neck. His grip tightens, and I’ve never felt more loved, more possessed, than I do in this moment.

I feel a sudden rush of warmth. Knowing he’s coating my insides makes my pussy clench, and he shouts out a pleasured curse.

He releases my throat, and my hands fall to my throbbing thighs. Pushing my hair over to one shoulder, his kisses turn tender and gentle, as do his touches.

“I love you, Baylor. It’s fucking wrong to say it and lay claim on you that way, but I’d regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t tell you—at least once—that I fucking love you like I’ve never loved anyone before or ever will again.”

The pain in his tone has me blinking back tears. I’m not naïve enough to think he won’t leave because of what we just did. This is a goodbye, and we both know it.

He pulls out and flops onto the bed. With his cum running down my thighs, he tugs on my arm and pulls me down next to him.

Owen

Ididn’t mean to make things so intense, but I don’t regret saying it. However, now I need to backpedal and get us in a good place so I can leave knowing she’ll be okay.

“That was incredible,” I murmur and kiss her on the forehead.

“Did I pee?” she asks, burying her face into my chest.

“Definitely not.” I chuckle. “You squirted.”

Her head pops up. “That can really happen?”

“Apparently so, though I won’t lie and say I’ve made someone do that before.”

“So I have one of your firsts?”

“You have more of my firsts than you know, but yes. This one belongs to you.”

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