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“You ok?”

Nodding, he pants, “You’re a lot bigger than a few fingers.”

I huff a laugh but that small movement ends up pushing me further inside him. His teeth sink into my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. I barely feel it. All nerve endings have rerouted to my dick which is currently screaming to erupt.

I’ve waited way too long to fuck Win Rhodes. I willnotcome prematurely.

My entire body trembles as I refrain from descending into a frenzy. Win’s cock begins softening in my hand, bringing me back to earth. I release his shaft to massage his balls in my palm.

“God, baby, you feel fucking incredible,” I murmur, dragging my mouth across his cheek to his ear. “So hot.” Nip. “So tight.” Kiss. “Soperfect.”

He turns his head to give me more access. I suck on his throat above his fluttering pulse.

“K-keep going,” he pleads.

I smile into his skin when I find he’s thickening again. Palming his shaft, I stroke him from root to tip, smearing my thumb over his slit.

“You’re fucking leaking for me, aren’t you?”

With a moan, he thrusts into my fist. Then back onto my cock.

“Fuck, Win, you're taking me so well.”

He rocks again.

“Almost all in—”

His hips roll once more.

There.

“So… full,” he groans, chest heaving. My scalp stings from his strangling grip on my hair, but at this point, he could be ripping it out for all I care. I’m electrified. Awake.Alive. Nothing feels more right than being connected to him like this. We were carved from the universe and molded to fit perfectly together.

“Remy?”

“Yeah?”

“Move.”

That one word is a switch flicked. Kissing from the corner of his mouth to his jaw, I whisper, “Since you asked so nicely,” before pulling out to the tip—

And driving in to the base.

His head whips back. “Yes!”

Syncing my hand with my thrusts, I set a sensual, steady pace. Winding him back up. Reveling in the sounds we’remaking. Indulging in this ultimate pleasure together. Prolonging euphoria.

“Baby,” Win pants, perspiration beading on his upper lip. “I need…”

“I’ll give you anything,” I rasp. “Tell me.”

He groans as my cock swipes his prostate. “Harder.”

Thank fuck.

Except this angle won’t work for what he’s asking for.

“Pick one: above or below me.”