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Pushing the tip in further, he teases me, “Please what?”

“Please,” I whimper.

He pulls back out until just the tip remains. “Say it. What do you want?”

Cupping my breast, I meet his hungry, darkened stare. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Are you going to take it all, Little Dove?” he begs.

“Yes,” I moan, and his thumb circles my clit, making my hips buck.

He slams into me, and I moan and scream in pleasure, “Fuck!”

He pauses only for a second as I adjust to his size. I’ve never been so full.

He pulls out and thrusts back in, filling me more than before. “There you go, baby. Take every inch.”

He grabs both of my ankles with one hand and bends my legs back toward me, sliding in and out of me deeper and deeper.

“You feel so fucking good.” He cups my breast with his free hand.

Rolling his hips, he fucks me slowly, torturing me. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

“Harder, please,” I whine.

Letting go of my ankles, he leans over me, pressing my knees into my chest, and smirks. “If you say so.”

He pulls out and slams into me, over and over, tip to hilt. He fucks me without restraint, without any secrets between us. He fucks me with love and undying passion.

“Fuck, Morgan,” he whispers harshly into my ear, and I lose it, hearing my real name on his lips.

“Cam! Cam, fuck!” I cry out his name over and over as a bolt of pleasure shoots through me.

He fucks me through my orgasm, not letting up in the slightest. “Give me one more, baby.”

He picks up the pace, fucking me harder and harder with each thrust, moaning under his breath.

His thumb finds my most sensitive spot, circling it. My back arches off the bed as the sensations become too much.

“Fuck yes. What a good fucking girl you are, tightening around me, clenching my cock. Be greedy, baby. It’s all yours,” he grunts as he pumps into me, sending both of us into oblivion. “Fuck, Morgan.”

My body lights up like a damn firework, exploding with pleasure.

He moans in my ear, and his hips roll as he comes, whispering my name—my real name.

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Morgan

“So, how was last night?” Chloe asks, looking over her mug.

Perfect. Amazing. Freeing.

“Mmhmm. Sure, keep all the good secrets to yourself,” she adds before I have time to even open my mouth.

“It was better than good. It was the best sex I have ever had,” I whisper to her across the table.

“Ooh…so, like, how big?” she asks, setting her mug down and guessing his size with her hands. “Bigger than this?”

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