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“Yes, that feels so good. I don’t want you to ever stop.”

I smile and fuck her with my tongue. With each inward push, her thighs shake in frustration. She tastes like heaven, and I don’t know how I’ll let her go. I don’t mean breaking up with her. That’s never happening. But I don’t know how I can let her drive back and forth to San Francisco and not have her in my bed every night. I want what fairytales promise. I want her in my bed. I want her to be pregnant with my baby. I want my ring on her finger. I want everything. And I won’t settle for less than forever. I slide my index finger into her heat.

“Yes, please.” She fists the sheet, and tears glisten in her eyes.

“I thought you said you could live like this forever?” I slip my finger to her edge.

She lifts her head and shoulders off the bed. “You pull that finger out, and I’m going to knock you upside the head.”

“So violent.” But instead of removing my finger, I insert two more, fully stretching her. Her mouth drops open, and a low-keening sound fills the room.

“Yes. Oh, my God, yes.”

There’s nothing sweeter than watching her orgasm and knowing I’m the one she wants. I withdraw my fingers, licking and sucking the taste of her pussy off my fingers. “You taste so good.”

“Come here,” she demands with violent intensity, grasping my T-shirt and yanking until I’m lying on top of her.

Within seconds she has my pants kicked down and shoving them out of the way until she grasps my dick and guides me deep inside her. “You’re not the only one who can’t get enough.” She pushes me onto my back, straddling me. God, this woman is perfection. Her breasts rise and fall as she rotates her hips. “I want you to fuck me so hard. So deep–”

I cut her off, flipping her onto her back while spreading her thighs wide again and slamming to the hilt.

“Yes, please, just like that.”

I can’t speak as I repeatedly pound into her. The muscles in my back, arms, and thighs scream from exhaustion, but I won’t stop. Not until her pussy is milking the cum from my balls.

The way her walls suck down on me sends a shiver along my spine. It’s still not enough. I smash my mouth against her as her legs lock me into her like a vice. It doesn’t matter how hard she clasps or how raw her voice sounds from screaming, I don’t relent. Tonight, I feared I was losing her, and it scared the shit out of me. I’m not making that mistake again.

With the first quiver of her walls along my cock, I slam my mouth over hers, and she sucks my tongue while digging her nails into my back–and explodes.

When her eyes roll back into her head, my balls tighten, pulling deep into my body. Just a few more seconds.

I lunge harder, plowing into her like rag doll.

“Yes, fuck, fuck, yes, yes, Cole. Oh, fuck.” Tears stream down her face, and I grunt while spurts of cum shoot deep inside of her. And instead of slipping out of her core, I remain deep inside of her and collapse, falling half onto her and half onto the mattress. I don’t want to stop. I want to stay in this bed and inside her for eternity. But reality sits right around the corner.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Harbor

When I wake up in Cole’s bed, I no longer jolt upright, wondering where I am. Not that I could bolt upright with Cole’s arms wrapped around me and my leg tucked between his.

“Good morning, Pip.” The deep rumble of his voice vibrates my ear through his chest.

“Hey.” I lift my head and smile at the gorgeous man underneath me. His hair sticks out where I fisted it during our second round of lovemaking. While our initial encounter was somewhat frenzied. Our passions heated up, and things became frantic as we were determined to outdo each other in the pleasure department.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, I did.” I run my fingertips over his chest. “And you?”

When his nipple tightens, and his eyes darken, the blood rushes to my core, causing my clit to beat like a heart. Already thudding and pulsating in anticipation.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He smirks and flips me over onto my back. “I slept amazingly while dreaming about those gorgeous thighs wrapped around me and those sweet lips surrounding my cock.”

“Yeah?” I open my legs and rock against the hardness pressing into my lower belly. “I seemed to have the same dream, but it was focused on your mouth teasing me as you drove me toward one blissful orgasm after another.”

“Wow.” His eyes dance as he adjusts my leg until my core is open to him. “We seem to be so in tune that even our dreams are synched.”

“Yes.” I laugh until he shifts his weight, and the head of his erection is touching my entrance. This is crazy. I run my hands along his back, scraping his skin. There’s no sane reason I should want him inside me as badly as I do. But sanity seems to have flown out the window the second Cole touched me six weeks ago.

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