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I shouldn’t love the way he called me baby, but I did. He pressed in a little more, searing my flesh. The burn felt so freaking good. I lifted my knees higher on his flank, and he slid deep inside me.

“Oh god,” I whimpered on a breathy exhale.

He chuckled against my neck, eased back, and then drilled back inside me with a slow deep plunge. His skin was warm, and I relished the weight of his body covering mine. I canted my hips, meeting his thrusts.

His touch was gentle, and his movements were slow and sensual. But I wasn’t fragile. I dug my nails into his back and locked my legs around him. “Fuck me, Brett. I won’t break.”

A guttural moan rolled from his chest as he reared up, gripped my thigh, split my legs, and crammed me full of cock. He leveraged higher and fucked me harder.

I cried out with his cock intruding into the deepest part of me. A violent shudder ripped through me. I scrambled to form words barely eking out an, “Oh god.” My neck stretched, and my back bowed.

Muscles in his arms flexed, his abdominals clenched, and his cock speared into me again and again.

I clawed at the rug as my body burned. He was relentless, fucking me with a savage intensity. My heart beat in tandem with the building wave of pleasure inside me. Heat bloomed low in my belly as a shuddering explosion detonated within me. Rhythmic convulsions ripped through my core and radiated into my limbs.

Brett roared as he pulled out of me, flipped me to my stomach, and pressed a hand between my shoulder blades. With my chest on the rug, and my ass in the air, he shoved his cock back into me, gripped my hips, and fucked me with an unholy possession.

I became feral, moaning in a way that should have me mortified, but I couldn’t contain the pleasure surging through me. The sound of our bodies slapping together broke the silence in the quiet room.

“This fucking ass.”

I was so wet and sloppy, his cock stretched my walls with greater ease. My breasts were crushed against the floor and my ass bounced against his groin with every thrust of his cock.

His movements became hard and quick. He fisted his hand in my hair, held on tight, and used it as reins to ride me to release. My back arched, my head tipped back, and I clawed at the ground as my body shattered.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t speak.

I could barely form a coherent thought.

Brett gripped my hips and jerked me hard to his groin, reaching the deepest part of me. His cock jerked and exploded inside me. I felt every hot pulse through the thin latex separating us. He held tight through the storm of his release and then loosened his hold as the last of his orgasm leached from his body.

For a few beats of my heart, he was still. Only the sounds of his ragged breath between us. No words were spoken as he slipped out of me. Then he collapsed next to me and pulled me against his sweat-slicked chest. His palm skated along my hip, and his lips pressed against my temple. “Fuck.”

I didn’t have words either. He hadn’t just fucked me, he’d ravished me, obliterating all thoughts from my head.

“I’m good,” I whispered, a soft smile finding my lips. Although I wasn’t good. I was thoroughly wrecked. He’d known just how to touch me, just how to kiss me, and I had a feeling I was going to feel just how good he’d fucked me for days.

Steele

Sunlight crested the horizon outside the front room windows. Lights in the kitchen flickered twice. The house snapped and popped as power was restored. Jaymi’s hair draped across me as she rested her head on my chest. I drew lazy infinity symbols along her soft flesh.

We used a couple decorative pillows from the couch and the quilt for a bed in front of the fireplace. With the fire barely at a smolder, the house had cooled, but there was enough heat under the blanket with her body snug against mine.

I breathed deeply of the soft fragrance of her perfume and the heady intoxication of some of the best sex I’d ever had. So good that I wanted inside her again.

She slowly stretched.

“Morning, beautiful.” I kissed her shoulder, and she stilled. Her body stiffened next to mine.

“What time is it?” she asked.

I reached over my head and plucked my phone from the coffee table. “Ten after six.”

“Oh.” She sat, clutching the blanket to her chest.

“Last night was incredible. This morning is pretty fucking awesome, too.” I leaned in to kiss her, but she shifted to put distance between us.