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“I’m about to…” He sits up, presses one of my knees against my stomach, and rolls his hips so he’s taking me deep and hard… and—his fingers find my clit, rubbing and teasing until I explode.

Until I tighten around him to the point it’s hurting and feeling so good that my orgasm keeps going. Above me, he’s moving like a sex god and grunting with the force of holding himself back while I take advantage of the thick cock in me.

Better than anything I’ve ever had before. Better than any vibrator either.

I exhale his name, my eyesight blurry. “You can come now.”

He grabs my other knee and presses it to one side, opening me up so wide that I can feel his balls hit me. I whimper in pleasure, and his gaze flies to mine.

“You okay?”

“Yoga.”

Another thrust and he bites down on his lower lip, his forehead creased in concentration while his fingers move from my clit to my nipples. He flicks them, rolls them, and grabs my breasts in his hands, caressing them with a grip that’s so firm I wonder if it will leave a mark.

With one last push inside, he holds himself still and groans my name, filling the condom with his release while his erection jumps inside of me. Sweat beads his upper lip and his hair looks like it hasn’t been brushed in a month. Courtesy of me, of course.

He lowers himself onto me, claiming my mouth. I wrap my arms around him, savoring this moment. I lose track of time, of my name, of where I am as he continues to move inside of me. I’ve had two mind-bending orgasms, but he’s nudging me toward a third.

His hand slides between us, one of his fingers sliding in to join his softening cock while his thumb works at my clit. Eyes widening, I gasp at the feel of it all.

“Come for me one more time, bright eyes.” He shoves his finger in deeper.

As if trained by the master, I come so hard I’m babbling. I’m barely coherent.

I’m sleepy as anything.

“There you go.” He kisses my forehead and I’m vaguely aware of him pulling out of me, disappearing, then coming back with a warm cloth. When he presses it against my now-sore vagina, I purr almost like a cat.

“How are you feeling?”

“So good I can’t even think about what category Sci-Fi Amish Space Opera would be catalogued under in our library.”

After turning off the lights, he climbs in beside me and wraps me in the bed sheets and his arms. “We can go for round two when you wake up.”

“So… tomorrow. Got it.”

He laughs, the sound rumbling in his chest. “You don’t have any hair here,” I say, smoothing my hand over the hard planes of his body.

“Sore point for me when I was younger.” He rubs the top of my head with his chin. “Everyone kept telling me I had a bird chest and looked like a toddler. It’s genetic—none of the men in my family have hairy chests.”

“I hope they’ve Snoogled you since then.” I burrow into him, pressing my nose against his throat. “You smell so good.”

“I smell like you.” He caresses my back with his large hands. “You still feeling good about us?” he asks.

“I feel sore.”

“But good, right?”

“Very good.”

“Knew it.”

I roll my eyes in the darkness. “Stop ruining this moment with your cockiness.”

“My cockiness is the sexiest thing about me.”

“Your cock is the biggest thing about you.” I giggle. “I mean your cockiness.”

“Nah, you meant what you said and for that, I’ll reward you.” He lets go of me and slides under the covers. The next thing I know his mouth is on my clit and he’s licking me to another orgasm.





CHAPTER 17




Dallas


The sun isn’t quite shining through the windows, but I’m awake and stroking Paige’s back while she sleeps. She looks like an angel in my bed—an erotic angel with her plump ass barely concealed by the sheet. I wonder what she’d look like in one of those gauzy lingerie things, the kind that pushes up a woman’s tits, making her waist appear tiny and her hips so fucking perfect. Hell, my girl’s ass would look amazing with only a G-string between her plump cheeks.

Add in a pair of fuck-me heels…

My dick gets on board, blood rushing to it.

She stirs, mumbling, “Is it time to get up?”

“Nope.” I drop a kiss on one of her shoulders. “It’s Sunday, and on non-game day Sundays, I make breakfast and feed my woman in bed.”

“You do?” She rolls over, treating me to mouthwatering breasts and tight pink nipples, and eyes me skeptically. “I didn’t read that about you.”

“This is just for you, bright eyes.” I can’t be offended; it’s my own fault for being an unapologetic ladies man for so long. Until now. Now I’m on the straight and narrow with the woman in my bed. “However, if you prefer I stay in bed and knock out another orgasm or two, I’m the man for the job.”

A rosy blush starts at her chest and travels up her neck, all the way to her face. “Both.”

“Mmm. My girl is so damn greedy for what I can do for her.” I push her onto her stomach and climb on top of her, rubbing my straining dick against her perfect ass. “Lay just like this and let me take care of you, sweetheart.”