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So intensely good.
“Holy shit,” I moaned, my hips moving lightly as I sat on him.
“No kidding. You feel too good.” His growl was low.
Almost animalistic.
I absolutely loved it.
I rocked my hips a little harder, and my breathing grew shallower.
He dragged his thumb over my clit, and I lost it.
Frantic cries escaped me as I jerked my hips, shattering on his cock. His chest rumbled low and loud as he watched me, leaving his thumb in place.
The climax was longer and harder than I could ever remember experiencing.
“You didn’t come with me?” I asked, still panting as I tried to recover a little.
“No. I wanted to watch and feel your pleasure. You’re so damn gorgeous.”
My grip on his hair tightened. Supernatural guys could climax just as many times as women, so there was no reason for him not to get off when I did. “You lose it with me every time. Every time.”
His eyes were hot. “Alright.”
He pressed his thumb against my clit lightly, and I swore, my hips jerking. “Take over, Beck. Make me feel good again.”
He growled, and in one motion, had me on my back. His hands found my ass again, and he tilted us as he pulled out and drove into me slowly.
My cries were frantic as I shattered again, my body squeezing him with every wave of my pleasure.
Beck snarled, pumping into me harder. Despite my pleasure, my attention was locked on his face and body as he lost control inside me.
It was surreal.
So, so surreal.
And I wanted more.
Beck’s movements slowed as he came down from his climax, but he didn’t stop.
The ferocity in his gaze told me he didn’t want to any more than I did.
When I hooked my legs around his ass and arched my back, he didn’t waste any time giving me what I wanted—or taking what he wanted.
It was everything, and more.
six
SIENNA
It was the middle of the night when I finally told Beck I should go home. We were both sweaty and sticky, but I was blissed-out in a way I’d never imagined.
He helped me into my clothes, grabbed my bag, then slipped his fingers between mine and walked me home. Neither of us said a word on the way back, but our sides were all but pressed together throughout the short walk.
He kissed me softly at my front door. When he pulled away, a thought occurred to me.
“Sprinkles is still at your house.”
