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Andino’s hands found her face as he slid up her body—all the hard, firm lines of him fitting against her softer curves. His soul was on display when he kissed her; she was sure of it. Positive she could feel parts of him that he rarely even whispered about when no one was around to listen. She could feel all of that when he kissed her.

It was easy to get lost in that.

Easy to forget the world.

His mouth—still wet with her come, and tart with her flavor—was the best kind of distraction. She wanted nothing more than to keep him right there, kissing her forever. Nothing else needed to get in the way, right?

Andino was something else on his worst days, but in bed? There, he turned into something else entirely. Something far more sinful, and wonderful. Fast, sure hands, and a kiss that lit her body on fire. He never even broke their kiss as he rolled Haven to her side on the bed, lifted her leg to rest it over his shoulder, and fit himself between her thighs.

The size of his length was always a bit of a shock to her at first—no matter how wet she was, or ready she was … or needy, she felt him. She viscerally felt every fucking long, thick inch of him when he started to slide inside her cunt.

He took her slow.

Too slow, maybe.

Teasing and taunting.

“Yeah,” Andino murmured above her, one of his hands locking her wrists against the bed while his other grabbed tight to her hip. She was pinned like that—stuck beneath him while he fucked her how he wanted until he chose to let her go. She didn’t even mind. “I can feel how much you love that cock, baby.”

He wasn’t lying.

Every little bit he gave, her cunt was clenching for more.

She always wanted more.

Please, she wanted to beg. Just fuck me.

Andino chuckled like he could read her thoughts. She bet she was quite a sight being under him like she was, naked and gagged with her own panties. “A little more, Haven?”

She nodded.

A whimper escaped.

He gave her what she wanted—just a little bit more of him sliding into her pussy, but still not nearly enough. Why did he have such good control?

Fuck him.

She lost track of time as he kept playing that goddamn game with her. A little more of his cock, and then less when he’d pull right back out. Over and over until she was a trembling mess, and ready to shout at him.

Only then did he thrust in.

Only then did he fuck her the way she wanted.

Hard.

Fast.

Deep.

So brutal.

His hands kept her pinned down, and the gag kept her quiet. Every snap of his hips pounding into her body ached in the best way. Being silenced, it made her all the more aware of the sounds he made while he fucked her.

Husky words.

Sexy grunts.

More.