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“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, my eyes screwed shut in ecstasy as my body stretched to the point of blinding pleasure. I was full and aching and desperately needed him to move.

He withdrew before slamming back into me. “God damn,” he grunted, working over me.

“More, Ryan,” I pleaded, my nails curling into his shoulders.

He hooked a hand under my thigh and leaned back until he was able to get my knee over his shoulder, sinking in even deeper.

I cried out, unable to do anything but take what he was giving.

“Hang on, Maddie,” he murmured, thrusting deeper inside of me.

The orgasm that had been shimmering somewhere out of reach suddenly blazed to the foreground, and when he ground against my clit on the next thrust, I came undone with a keening cry. I spasmed around him, and he simply rode me through my first climax and straight into my second.

My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath. Pops of white lights burst behind my eyelids as he kept going, fucking me like our lives depended on it.

When his fingers slipped between us to rub circles around my clit, I almost tapped out. It was too much; the sensations spiraling inside of me were too fucking much.

I was mindless as his hips collided with mine. All I could do was try not to pass out, but when he pinched my clit and surged inside of me, I was done.

I shattered in every sense of the word, barely aware of him roaring my name as he followed me into oblivion.

CHAPTER 63

MADDIE

Finishing my second glass of water, I refused to meet Ryan’s gaze.

He laughed, the sound one of my favorites, as he plucked the empty cup from my fingers and got back into bed with me. Without hesitation, he pulled me against his naked chest and freaking cuddled me.

I tried to keep my body stiff, but I was melting against him within seconds.

My body had a mind of its own when it came to this man.

But when he started laughing, I huffed and managed to attempt putting space between us.

“Maddie, come on,” he began, a smile in his voice.

“You’re way too smug,” I shot back.

His laughter bounced off the walls of my bedroom. “Baby, you passed out. I fucked you so hard—”

I clapped a hand over his mouth. “Yeah, yeah. You’re a freaking sex god.”

He was right, though; he’d barely finished when I lost whatever hold on consciousness I’d managed to maintain. But, to be fair, the man had wrung three crazy intense orgasms out of me in less than twenty minutes.

He could have kept going; Ryan had stamina for freaking days. I was the one who usually begged for a break. This time, though, my body hadn’t even let me get the words out before I was unconscious.

He grabbed my fingers and brought them to his lips. “Glad you’re willing to admit the obvious.”

I scowled at him.

“Seriously, making you pass out from my dick is my new daily life goal,” he added, grinning at me.

“You’re ridiculous,” I said, lifting my nose in feigned annoyance.

“What’s that?” He wound his arms around me, pulling me back to him once more. “Something about my dick?”

I turned and opened my mouth to say something else, but a knock at the front door cut me off. I frowned and looked at the door.

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