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I pull her flush against my chest. My cock is throbbing, leaking all over her thigh. She grabs my face and pulls me into another kiss. It’s wild and messy and perfect. Her hands roam my body, nails digging into my back.

“Want you inside me,” she begs against my lips, and the desperation in her voice almost shatters me. “Please, Jay, I need you so bad.”

“Anything for you,” I say, because I’d crawl through hell for her.

I line my cock up with her wet opening and slide in, slowly, watching every flicker of emotion cross her face. Her pussy is so tight and hot, it feels like heaven. I bottom out, then hold still, letting her adjust, savoring the way her inner walls mold to my cock.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” I groan, pressing my forehead to hers.

She arches up, her hands gripping my ass, and rocks against me. “Move,” she whispers. “Please just fuck me.”

My restraint snaps. I pound into her, deep and rough, grinding her into the mattress. She matches me thrust for thrust, wrapping her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my lower back. The slap of our bodies and the sound of her cries fill the room.

Every time I slow, she begs for more. “Please, Jay. Don’t stop. Harder. Oh my God⁠—”

I reach down and rub her clit with my thumb, every motion deliberate, measured, never breaking rhythm. Instantly, her pussy clenches around me, gripping me so tight it steals my breath. I can feel she’s close from the trembling in her legs, the desperate roll of her hips, and the way her tight walls milk my cock with every thrust.

“Come for me,” I grind out, voice hoarse, barely catching on the ragged edge of need. “Come on, baby, let go.”

She does, shattering with a scream that echoes off the walls, sharp and raw and perfect. Her walls clamp down, squeezing me so hard stars erupt behind my eyes. I can’t hold back any longer. I lose it, coming deep inside her with a roar, my muscles locked, and my pulse pounding in my ears. The world goes white, the edges of everything blurring, and I’m lost in the heat of her, in the tight, relentless grip of her body, in the aftershocks that leave us both shaking and undone.

When the aftershocks fade, I collapse next to her, dragging her into my arms. She’s trembling and sweaty, and all fucking mine.

“I love you,” I say, pressing my face into her hair.

She snuggles in closer. “I love you, too.”