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This isn’t a race and I’m not aiming to complete the goal as quickly as possible. This I want to savor.

“More,” Annalise says, panting.

“I’m waiting for⁠—”

“More,” she insists through clenched teeth.

“Say please.”

Her eyes widen. “What?”

“I think you heard me, princess. Do you want my cock?” I punctuate the question with a little jerk of my hips. She moans, but when she tries to lift her hips to impale herself on me, I move my hands to her hips, stopping her.

“Say please.”

“Fuck off,” she grunts, still struggling against my hips.

“Such vile language coming from such a beautiful mouth. Didn’t your dead writers teach you better than that?”

Annalise raises up, throwing an arm around my neck, pulling me to her mouth. “Shut up and fuck me right now before I⁠—”

I don’t let her finish what I presume was going to be a threat before I smother her with a kiss and push all of the way inside of the tightest, warmest pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. She groans into my mouth. Or perhaps it was me into hers. Either way, our sounds fill my bedroom and likely my entire flat.

When I bury myself as deeply as I can inside of her, she takes all of me, calling my name and panting with me the entire way.

I’ve won races I should’ve lost.

Beaten competitors my detractors said I had no shot against.

I know what it’s like to be the son of the greatest in my sport.

But there is no feeling, nothing like being inside of the one woman I’ve wanted for years, longer than I even knew. This isn’t a fantasy, either.

The softness of her skin, the sweet edge in her voice when she calls my name, the painfully sweet way her pussy muscles grip my shaft when I thrust in and out of her is more real than anything I’ve experienced before.

“How the fuck do you feel so good?” I murmur against the skin of her neck.

Annalise’s response is a groan as she throws her head back against the bed. She’s so damn close and I’ll be damned if I don’t get to watch her come again.

I move my thumb to her clit, circling it, inviting her body to release around me this time, to milk me for everything I have.

She responds just like she was made for me.

With eyes squeezed tightly, mouth open, skin stained red and glistening with a sheen of sweat, Annalise comes in my arms.

I kiss down her neck and chest, gripping her ass, and thrusting inside of her, allowing myself to be used to get her off.

Soon, her gripping muscles become too much for me to hold out any longer. I blast off inside of the condom.

For the first time since I had my first sexual encounter at fifteen, I wonder what it would feel like for there to be no barrier between us.

When my orgasm finally releases me from its hold, I slowly lift my head from Annalise’s neck, breathing heavily and staring down at her, watching her. I observe her kiss-swollen lips, the marks I’ve left behind on her neck and shoulders, and the curious gleam in her eyes.

“You’re dangerous.” Her voice is hoarse, which makes my dick twitch.

“And you,” I steal a kiss, “are mine.”

CHAPTER 31