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Her fingernails dragged stinging lines down his railroad path of abs when her hand snaked under his T-shirt. Fuck. She was not playing around tonight.

He liked that.

“Jesus,” he grunted against her lips.

Haven smiled in that sexy way of hers. “Pretty sure that’s not my name, Andino.”

“No, but I am a praying kind of man.”

Even if God didn’t answer.

Haven was the one to kiss him that time—things moved a hell of a lot faster at that point because Andino couldn’t wait any fucking longer. He’d been without this woman for two months. Two months too goddamn long, and he didn’t want to hold off for one more second before burying his cock as deep as he could into her cunt.

Andino kept Haven locked in their kiss even as he pulled her away from the door. Her talented fingers worked at the buttons and zipper on his pants while he yanked and pulled on hers. They only broke apart long enough to shed the clothing between them, but his mouth was on hers again before he even fell back to the couch.

Haven climbed on him without hesitation—straddling his thighs and swaying her body over top of him in the most mesmerizing way. She ran her fingers through her loose waves of hair, and stared down at him with that knowing grin firmly in place.

“You want me to ride you?” she asked.

“For now. Later, we’ll see what flat surface I can bend you over, and how loud I can make you scream.”

Haven winked, and her fingers circled around his already hard-as-steel dick. Just the pressure of her hand tightening on his cock was enough to make Andino grunt under his breath, and flex his hips upward to get more of that friction on his length. His hands landed on her hips, and his fingertips pressed hard enough to leave bruises behind.

“Easy there,” she whispered.

“You don’t like easy.”

Haven laughed. “I really don’t.”

She stroked his cock once more, and then she was lifting just high enough so that she could rub the head of him along her slit. She gave him no warning before she dropped down on his length—no second to adjust before he was balls-deep into her, and entirely out of fucking breath.

Like a punch to his chest.

A kick to his gut.

He was in her—covered and wrapped with her—and the world tilted sideways once more. But fuck him because he liked this way better.

“Oh, God,” Haven whined, circling her hips while staying firmly seated on him. “Right there, yeah.”

Andino let her have her moment—he let her tease, and play, and feel. After all, he liked the sight of it just fine, and there was something addictive about watching Haven move when she was on top of him. From the way she flicked her hair back, to the tilt of her head. Even how she watched him was something sinful to be appreciated. He memorized the curves of her body as she moved, and the way her shapely ass fit into the palms of his hands when he grabbed and squeezed her backside.

All of her was perfect.

From her wet cunt.

To her trembling lips.

All. Of. Her.

Andino let go of Haven’s ass and tangled his hand into her hair. Tugging just enough to get her attention all on him again, he murmured, “Enough playing. Time to fuck.”

A smooth, slow smile spread over her lips.

“Can’t say no to that, can I?”

Andino barely had to do a thing except keep his hands on Haven, and watch her move. She kept herself steady on him with one hand on his throat, and another planted firmly on his chest. Those fingernails of hers dug in deep, and kept his nerves awake with the sting of pain while she rode him hard and fast.

Wild.