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I slide my hand into her hair, pulling her off until she meets my eyes. “I’d like to try that again later, but for now, I need to be inside of you.”

When she nods, I release my hold on her hair before rolling her onto her hands and knees. My hands land on her ass, massaging her cheeks before spreading her wide open.

“Look at that. Your pretty pink pussy is so wet for me.” I chuckle as she mewls and wiggles in my hold. “I know what you need, cupcake, and I’ll give it to you. Don’t you worry your pretty little head.”

Leaning in, I glide my cock between her lips, drenching myself in her arousal. As much fun as it would be to tease her some more, I don’t think I can hold out much longer. Instead, I push into her slowly, both of us moaning as I fill her. Our first time was hard and fast, and this time I’d like it to last just a little bit longer.

Reaching forward, I collar her throat with my hand, using my grip to lift her so she’s leaning back against my chest as I fuck her. She glances up at me, eyes filmy with desire, and I’m not entirely sure that this time is going to be slow either.

“Sorry, cupcake, this one is going to be hard and fast again. You’re just too hot for your own good.” I don’t release my hold on her throat as I push her forward onto the bed so I can climb on behind her. It takes a bit of shuffling, but I manage to keep my dick inside of her. Sitting on my heels with her straddling my lap, I begin to fuck up into her. One hand remains wrapped around her throat while the other goes to her tit, rolling and pinching her nipples.

Freya begins to meet my thrusts, making each one hit each of us harder and faster. The only sounds in the room are our gasped breaths and the sound of slapping skin against skin. We move together in perfect synchronization. I love the way her body reacts to me. With each movement, I grow closer and closer to the edge. I know I’ve made her come more than a few times tonight, but I need her to come with me.

I tighten my grasp on her throat—not enough to cut off her ability to breathe, but to give the illusion that I could if I wanted to—as I push her forward, leaning against her back as I somehow manage to move faster. Adjusting slightly, I know when I’ve hit the right spot when she cries out. I pummel into her over and over again, and then she’s falling over the edge and shaking in my arms as her orgasm overwhelms her.

Releasing my hold on her throat, I grip her hips and fuck into her in a frenzy with short, hard thrusts until I come hard. My cum fills her once more, and I wish my cum was always painting her walls.

Shit. No. I can’t think like that. This is for tonight and only tonight. It can’t go any further than that.

“Fuuuuccck,” I groan into her skin, feeling a little lightheaded from how hard I come. Trying to catch my breath, I roll onto my side and take her with me. My cock remains buried deep inside of her, and it takes me a moment to realize that I’m still hard.

Not wanting to waste my suddenly short refraction period, I realize this would be the perfect opportunity for a slow, lazy fuck. Hell, yes.

Lifting her leg over my hip, I begin to move in and out of her again. My thrusts are slow as I roll my hips into her, small cries spilling from her.

“Already?” she asks, still out of breath.

“Apparently.” I chuckle, pulling her back more firmly against my chest. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not at all.” She cries out. “Yes, like that. Right there. It feels so fucking good, Wilder.”

“Yeah, it does, cupcake.”

I don’t speed up my movements as I continue with my lazy strokes. It’s going to be a long night.

Chapter Twenty-one

Freya

Somethingstartlesmeawake,and I blink against the bright sunlight. Looking around, I realize I’m not in my room. Where the hell am I?

I roll over, finding Wilder sleeping and the night before rushes back to me.

Oh, right.

Wilder fucked me in the locker room and then took me home, where he thoroughly fucked me into the wee hours of the morning. It was amazing.

I’ve always thought Wilder was attractive—how could I not? But watching him now, with all of his walls down, is different. He looks so at ease in his sleep, his rough edges nowhere in sight. His dark hair is ruffled from sleep, making him look even more delicious. The sheet is lying low on his hips, letting me see the expanse of his tattooed chest. I want to trace each of the tattoos with my fingers as I’d started to do last night, but I don’t want to wake him up when he looks so peaceful.

I like waking up next to him. I could get used to this. I can’t help the smile that forms, even as I remember that he said it could only be for one night. Surely after what we shared, he’s changed his mind, right?

My phone dings and I reach behind me to grab it from the nightstand. My eyes widen as I see not only the twenty-plus missed calls and just as many texts, but also that it’s almost eleven in the morning. I was supposed to be at No Holds Barred at ten. Shit, both of us were supposed to be there. I don’t bother checking the messages after I see that all the calls and messages are from Griffin and Soren. They’re probably pissed and maybe a little worried about where I am.

As much as I don’t want to, I know I need to wake Wilder up so we can get to the gym. Not that I have my clothes with me. Hopefully, Wilder can swing by my house so I can grab it before we head to the gym.

Reaching over, I trail my hand over his jaw before giving his shoulder a shake. “Wilder?”

Wilder’s eyes blink open slowly, a small smile gracing his lips. I start to return his smile when his eyes go wide, the smile falling from his lips as he sits up in bed. “What time is it?”

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