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“God is great and all, but you shouldn’t praise him for something I’m doing to you.”

It’s as if those words set him off, he pumps in and out of me with force.

“I don’t know how I’m going to live without your pussy for two goddamn days. It’s going to kill me. I already know it. In Paris, you were mine twenty-four-seven.”

I shudder out a moan.

There are too many blissful sensations traveling throughout my body for me to speak.

Slap!

“Are you telling me you’re not gonna miss my cock?”

“I will.”

“You better miss it, cause it sure as hell is gonna miss you. And I’m going to miss you.”

He said he’d miss me?!

He can’t say things like that. It’s fucking up my head.

If I thought Bryce was fucking me hard, I was wrong. His thrusts are so punishing, it’s as if he’s trying to nail my hips to the wall.

I gasp, and hold on to it to steady myself.

His hands squeeze around my hips tighter.

We grind against each other, panting, grunting, groaning, until my body is shaking.

“I’m— I’m going to come.”

He slips one hand to my clit and rubs it rhythmically to follow each thrust. “You better come hard for me.” He applies just the right pressure on my clit, and I’m soon seeing stars.

“God— Bryce—”

My climax hits me hard.

He pulls my hair, forcing my head back. “You’re my drug, baby.”

“And you’re mine,” I say in a near whisper.

He pounds into me like a savage. He roars. “Sofia— Christ—”

I cry out at every thrust as he empties his balls inside me.

After several labored breaths, he pulls out of me, and turns me around so I’m facing him.

“Well just look at that,” he says.

I glance down to see cum dripping from his cock—and dribbling from my pussy.

“That’s so damn hot, Sofia.”

So are you.

“I wish you were already back,” I say.

“I won’t be gone for long. You won’t even have time to miss me.”

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