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And when he guided himself inside me, my body took him easily.
“Oh, fuck,” Smoke groaned.
I arched my back and he slid all the way to the hilt.
He was so big and I was so full. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as pleasure filled every part of me.
“Open your eyes,” he growled.
My eyes flipped open and I met his gaze.
Smoke began to thrust, slowly pulling out of me and then driving back in. His hand slid down my outer thigh and then underneath my ass.
I wrapped my leg around his waist, meeting him stroke for stroke, demand for demand.
My nails scored his back as he relentlessly pleasured me.
Every time my eyes began to close, Smoke commanded me to open them again and focus on him. So, I stared at him, his angular clenched jaw, the dark hair falling across his brow, his broad shoulders above me while he drilled into me.
My body was a slave to his.
He was dominating and commanding, and it short-circuited my brain so I couldn’t think—only feel.
Smoke stretched me wide.
The scent of us was in my nose, a heady perfume of lust that only our bodies could create. Something about it made me feral.
I clamped around him.
“Yeah, baby. Just like that,” he growled.
Our gazes were locked as I felt the spark of my orgasm blooming low in my belly.
I wanted to close my eyes. I wanted to lose myself in the moment, but I was compelled to look at Smoke.
My gaze widened as he shifted his angle, driving deeper, hitting that spot inside of me that he’d found once already.
“Oh,” I gasped.
He repeated the movement, again and again, until I was clutching his ass and writhing against him. My orgasm swept through me and obliterated everything I thought I was. It scrambled my brain, it set fire to my nerves, it brought the cries of pleasure from deep within me.
And while I was in the throes of passion, Smoke slammed into me one final time, his grip on me tight as he came.
My leg fell from his waist and I collapsed against the mattress.
Smoke was still inside of me and made no move to leave my body. He lifted himself up and peered down at me.
We locked eyes and it felt like something snapped into place between us.
I planted a hand on his chest and gently urged him to move.
He took the hint and slid out of me.
I quickly escaped toward the bathroom, my eyes landing on the alarm clock. It was just past two in the morning.
As I did my business, I hissed in discomfort. My body had been thoroughly worshipped, played like a well-loved instrument by someone who knew the intricacies of it.
The afterglow of my release slipped away and in its place was a knot of anxiety and worry.
