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Like feeling Jettson’s piercings drag along the walls of my channel.

Whatever is going through the tip of his dick hits a spot inside me that makes stars dance in front of my eyes while wearing top-hats and smoking cigarettes. The feeling is intoxicating as hell.

My legs wrap tighter around his hips and I cling to him. I stretch around him as he buries himself deep inside me. We both freeze for a moment.

Just as he presses his mouth to mine, he starts to move. Every thrust feels deliberate, like he’s trying to brand me into his very soul, and his to mine.

“Fuck,” he grits out through his teeth, “I knew you’d feel fucking perfect around me.”

A buzzing starts in my ears, and my hands go a little numb with how hard I’m gripping his shoulders. It’s the only thing keeping my sanity intact.

Pleasure rolls through me in waves and I moan every time he fills me completely. My walls clamp around him, my body encouraging him and pleading for more.

He rolls his hips while fucking me faster and harder. Everything is a blurry haze. The only thing I’m certain of is that Jettson’s large body is covering mine, and I’ve never felt this kind of bliss before.

The sound of our skin slapping together is highlighted by a sound which proves just how wet I am for him. It’s dirty as fuck.

I angle my hips slightly and the change has his pelvic bone hitting my clit every time he fills me. That along with his piercings?

It only takes a few more thrusts and my orgasm is taking me under as I scream his name.

“Jettson,” his name comes out with heated breath while the walls of my pussy beg for his cum.

He growls, the sound coming from deep in his chest, as he thrusts into me even faster. He hammers my pussy raw and then roars as he buries himself deep inside of me.

Even with the condom between us, I can feel the warmth of his cum. It makes me want to feel it with nothing between us.

Which would be reckless.

And stupid.

But it’s so fucking tempting.

I’m a panting mess when he presses his forehead against mine. Our gazes lock and we stay like that for a long moment. He pulls out slowly and I feel the loss of him immediately.

When he climbs out of bed and heads toward the bathroom to deal with the condom, I can’t help but watch his ass with every step he takes. The man’s body might as well be a piece of art itself.

A statue would be so lucky.

As he’s walking back toward me, not bothered at all by his nakedness, one side of his mouth tips up in a devastating smirk. “How’d you like the piercings, Cupcake?”

I’m still flushed and sweaty. My body is still thrumming with the reverberation of all the pleasure he just gave me. For once, my mind is still and satisfied.

“The piercings are good,” I force the raspy words past my lips.

Playboy chuckles as he climbs into bed next to me. Before I can protest, he wraps an arm around me and pulls me closer. The man puts me right where he fucking wants me.

Apparently, that means he’s draped me over half of his chest. His arms are strong and solid as he holds me. My eyes turn heavy, but everything gets a little fuzzy.

I’m quite sure I feel Playboy press his lips to the top of my head while murmuring something, but I’m too far gone to catch it before I’m sucked into a contented sleep.

CHAPTER 18

PLAYBOY

I wake up slowly and when I open my eyes, I notice that it’s still really fucking early. When I look through the crack in the curtains, it’s still dark out. I’m not used to falling asleep so early or easily but having Lara in my arms changed the game completely.

There was something about her warmth pressed up against me that had my body relaxing and my mind calming in a way I’m not used to. It was quiet up there. Maybe too quiet?