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The need for her to come before I do is higher than ever. One of my hands finds its place on her lower back, and the other mirrors it on her front as I guide her to grind back and forth on me.

I need her to come for me.

And not just any orgasm.

I want her covering me in her squirt.

With her clit rubbing against my pelvis and the pressure of my cock grinding against her G-spot over and over again, her pussy clenches around me like a vise. She takes all she can, her cunt pushing me out of her as she starts to come.

“Thank you, Mistress. Fuck, yes, cover me!”

She does just that. Coating my lower stomach in all that is her.

“Fuck, yes, babe!” she screams probably too loudly.

I take a few deep breaths as she recovers. Sticking my cock back in her, I whisper, “Thank you.”

My hands move to hold her up again, knowing just how much coming like that takes out of her. But I don’t stop fucking her from the bottom until my vision starts to close in on the edges. I chase the darkness as she rubs her clit while bracing her other hand on my thigh for support, putting her tits back on display.

“Be a good boy and come for your Mistress.”

And who am I to not listen?

It only takes a few more pumps before my orgasm is racing up the back of my thighs and shooting from the base of my spine. I pull her down onto my cock so she can take me as deep as possible.

“Yes, Mistress! I’m filling you up!”

She leans over me, devouring my mouth in a heated kiss, and I pull away slightly, smiling. “Fuck, I’m going to get hard again if you don’t stop.”

Kayla rolls off me, flopping onto the leather couch beside me, and I’m about to hit my knees to clean her up, but there’s a knock on the door as we stare up at the ceiling, panting for breath.

“I’m heading out, I’ll be back later,” Miles’ deep voice sounds from behind our bedroom door, and sooner than I would like, his footsteps fade away toward the front of the house.

Kayla chuckles. “If only we could get the old man to join us.”

If fucking only…

FOUR

KAYLA

“Babe,” I groan, slapping at Collin’s back. Turning to our nightstand, I blink blearily at the red lights indicating it’s 2:14 in the morning. “Turn your alarm off. What the hell?”

His voice is hoarse with sleep. “That’s not an alarm. Someone’s calling.”

“Ignore them. The fuck? It’s the middle of the night!”

He groans. “That’s not my ringer tone, you heathen. It’s yours.”

I have to stop myself from throwing a tantrum and kicking at the blankets like a child. We were awake way too late, deciding to edit content that only led to more horny activities, and my body aches with the need to sleep.

My voice is whiny as I respond, “Get itttt!”

He huffs before rolling toward me, sitting up, and searching for the stupid device. When the sound pauses, I breathe out a sigh of relief and snuggle farther into the bed… only for it to start up again. At that, my eyes finally snap open in irritation.

When the ringing gets louder, followed by the dull light of a phone screen illuminating the space, Collin growls. “You’ve got to be shitting me.”

I rub my eyes as I look at him. “What?”