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She circled her hips, and he shut his eyes. He needed to stay in control, and the sight of her only increased the physical and emotional sensations overwhelming every part of him.
‘James?’
The sound of his name on her lips was an arrow straight to his heart. He was coming undone. He needed her to fuck him. To break his body apart, not his soul.
‘James?’
Summoning every last bit of mental strength, he opened his eyes. Her expression was uncertain.
‘I don’t think you’re capable of making me lose control, Estelle Foxbrooke. You don’t have it in you.’
‘Really?’
He nodded. ‘No matter how hard you ride me, I’m not going to break.’ You are so full of shit.
‘Really now… I think you’ll lose it before I get to a canter.’
‘Try me.’
‘Oh, I will.’ She circled her hips again, then rose up and immediately dropped back down.
Pleasure shot through his body and he let out a grunt.
She squeezed his hands. ‘Hold on tight…’
Leaning her weight forward, she raised, then dropped her hips.
He stifled a groan as he stared at her working his cock, his climax building at the base of his spine. There was no way he could go the distance. Estelle was a goddess, with a body more perfect than heaven and a pussy hotter than hell.
The only hope he had was that she fell before he did.
Letting go of her hands and moving them to lean on his chest, he brought his fingers to her clit and rubbed her slickness over it.
Her lips parted, and she shivered.
With his other hand, he palmed her breast, tweaking the nipple.
Her eyes fluttered as if to close, then she held his gaze. ‘Giddy-up, Jamesy-boy. We’re on the home straight.’
She changed her movement, rocking now, faster and faster. James’s heart was thumping in his chest, sensation flashing through his body, seizing every muscle and shocking it with pleasure so intense it stole his breath.
He’d never fainted before, but a fleeting thought came to him that he was about to; that or die. His head was dizzy, his vision narrowing to a circle with Estelle at the centre. He was aware of his fingers on her breast and clit, but every other part of him was detonating like a firework.
Estelle was crying out now, her pussy grinding into his hand and onto his cock. He sensed she was close, but his own orgasm was bearing down on him, too unstoppable to avoid. The only thing he could do was pray she went supernova first and took him with her.
He roared her name, but the sound was distant, lost under the rushing of blood in his ears and her scream as she fell forward, contracting around his cock. He clutched her to him, hips jerking as his own orgasm hit, so powerful that every sensation collided and magnified into a unity of light and noise and pleasure, then shattered into darkness.
Time was passing, but he was floating, disorientated and lost. Sleep’s siren song called to him, her tendrils wrapping themselves around his heavy limbs, tangling around any thread of conscious thought, dragging him down to the depths. He tried to stay on the surface, but it was too late. He slipped into an endless void of nothing.
‘James?’
He knew that voice, even if he didn’t know who or where he was.
‘You’ve got to wake up now.’
The cloud of sleep he was drifting in disappeared in an instant, plummeting him to the hard ground of reality.
His eyes snapped open. ‘I was asleep?’
