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Clenching my butt cheeks, I quickly get her to orgasm—her writhing body and jiggling tits are the sexiest thing in the whole fucking world. While she rides out the last of her erotic high, I fumble around in my pants pocket for a condom. She continues to pant and moan on the bed, her body shuddering as the last of it travels through her.

It’s fucking beautiful.

Ripping the packet open with my teeth, I spit the packaging onto the floor, my hands shaking as I try to wrap my dick in record time.

As soon as the condom is on, I part her legs, lifting the left one up to her tit and leaning over her.

“You want this?” I quickly check, looking into her eyes and grinning when she gives me an emphatic yes that’s half groan, half wail.

Her hips are already seeking me out, rising off the mattress as I line up my dick, then slide into her.

It’s the best fucking feeling on the planet.

She pulls me in like she’s sucking on a straw, her wet heat frying every circuit in my brain.

Plunging deep, I pull out, then thrust back into her—a fast, hard movement that’s like taking a hit of cocaine. I’m assuming. I’ve never done drugs because sex is enough of a fucking high. Why would I need anything else when I’ve got pussy doing magical things to my dick?

To my entire fucking body.

“Holy shit, you feel good,” I murmur against her neck when I lie over her.

She responds with another whimper, and then her teeth are grazing my shoulder, her nails drawing tracks on my back as I thrust and plunge. Then she’s grabbing my ass, urging me into her, deeper and faster.

Nudging her hand out of the way, I rise back up, lift her other leg so her knees are on either side of those luscious tits, and I go for it. Her hands curl around the back of my legs as I pump like a piston, our bodies slapping together, reaching a new kind of high. Her feet rest on my shoulders, and I grab her ankle, kissing the tip of her painted big toe before being distracted by whatever the fuck is happening to my body.

I mean, it’s happened before.

I come on a regular basis, but this is something?—

“Fuck.” The word is dragged up my throat, coming out as a raspy croak while my body rejoices.

This addictive feeling floods through me as I reach—shit—my—oh, fuck—climax.

Coming. I’m coming.

Not coming. I’m exploding.

It’s a fucking fireworks display, cum shooting into the condom as I thrust deep and hard.

Her head tips back, her red curls splayed across the mattress, and she lets out a lusty cry. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

CHAPTER 3

CAROLINE

Hands down, best sex I’ve ever had.

But of course it was going to be, right?

It’s Casey Pierce!

He’s still inside me. My feet are still perched on his broad, tattooed shoulders.

He’s so gorgeous, my insides are melting.

I knew his dick would be wondrous, but it’s better than I could have imagined.

Big and long and beautiful.

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