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“Me neither,” I tell her, swallowing. My cock pulses inside her, and her breath catches.

She nods, urging me on, and her hips tilt, seeking more. I sink in the rest of the way, and every thought in my head burns away.

Fucking Pippa bare is the highest plane of heaven. The noise that rips through my throat is unearthly. When I pull out and push back in, she lets out a low moan.

“Do we need to do that thing?” I ask through clenched teeth as I thrust. Her scent wafts into my nose, and it only makes me harder. She’s so wet I can hear myself moving in and out of her, and the sharp pinpricks of pain from her nails digging into my back shove me closer to my release.

I can’t hold on for much longer.

“What thing?” she gasps.

“The—” I scramble for the words, but all I can think about is how fucking incredible she feels around me. I didn’t think it was possible to feel this heightened sense of pleasure. It’s sharper than any pain from any injury. Coming inside her is going to tear my brain out of my skull. “Where you get stuck in your head,” I manage. “The grounding thing we do.”

She’s shaking her head, and the movement is erratic. “I don’t need help. I’m close, Jamie.”

Thankfuck, because I can’t handle this for much longer. Heat coils low inside me, twisting and pulsing. “Touch yourself. Show me what you can do. I want to see you make yourself come while being fucked.”

Her hand falls between us to where we join, and my breath is a hiss as she clenches up on me. Her fingers work her clit in soft, fast circles, and her expression is glorious—wincing with pleasure and desperation as we chase our releases.

Her lips make anOas she stares up at me like she can’t believe it. My control slips, and I stroke into her harder. The necklace I bought her bounces with her tits as I fuck her, and pride pounds in my blood.

“I love you so much.” My voice is rough. The pressure at the base of my spine builds rapidly. “So fucking much, Pippa.”

She’s nodding, over and over again. “I love you. Oh my god.” Her mouth falls open. “I’m going to come.”

On a choked gasp, she clamps down on my cock, and my release barrels toward me. My world narrows to her—her full breasts, her plush lips, her beautiful blue-gray eyes, clouded with lust and clinging to my gaze. I drive into her, uncontrolled and claiming, as my release closes in on me.

I shatter into a million pieces, coming inside Pippa. My forehead falls to hers, and I’m moaning as my vision goes white. The most intense pleasure of my life cuts through every cell in my body as I fill her, gritting out her name.

My world comes back into focus, and I heave for air, staring down at Pippa in disbelief. “Holy fuck.”

A laugh bursts out of her, and then I start laughing, and then we’re laughing together. That was the most intense physical experience of my life, and we’re giggling with each other.

I love this girl. With Pippa, I’ve never felt so complete. Everything I secretly wanted, I have.

I’m never letting her go.

CHAPTER68

PIPPA

I wakeup the next morning in a huge, comfy bed, tucked against Jamie’s chest. Sunlight streams in through the windows, and my body feels both relaxed and deliciously sore from what we did last night… and again in the middle of the night.

“Morning,” Jamie murmurs into my hair, and I smile against his skin, tracing my fingers down the trail of chest hair leading into his boxers.

“Good morning.” My voice is soft and a little shy after last night.

He said he loved me.

I said it back.

I peek up at him. He’s looking down at me with his own smile, and my heart flutters. I hope that thrill will never go away. I brush my fingers around the bruise on his eye, studying the shades of green in his eyes as he gazes back at me.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, and his hand slides over my hip.

The way he asks it, and because it’sJamie, who turned out to be relentlessly caring, I know he’s asking about everything—Zach, the sex, theI love yous.

“A little sore,” I admit, “but I don’t regret a thing.”

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