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The praise makes heat shoot through my veins like liquid fire. He reaches for his wallet, pulling out a condom with practiced efficiency, and I watch with fascination as he rolls it on, wondering absently if he has to special order them in his size.

Then he’s moving over me, positioning himself between my thighs. But instead of pressing inside me like this, he grips my hips and flips me over with surprising ease.

“On your knees,” he commands softly.

I scramble to obey, positioning myself so I’m bent over the chaise with my chest pressed against the cushions. The luxurious fabric feels good against my heated skin, making goosebumps scatter over me.

He’s behind me now. I can feel the heat of his body like a furnace at my back, can smell his cologne mixed with arousal and sweat. My heart has never pounded this hard, and I have to remind myself to breathe as I crane my neck to look at him over my shoulder.

He teases me with his cock, running the thick head along my slit, and I whimper at the contact. He’s so hot and hard, and I’m already so sensitive that every brush against my clit sends sparks shooting up my spine.

“Please,” I beg, pushing back against him, desperately searching for more contact. “Hayden, please.”

“Such a good girl, begging so prettily for my cock.” His voice is thick with approval, and I can feel him shaking with the effort of going slow, his hand gripping the chaise beside me. “Touch yourself for me while I work my way in.”

I do it immediately, my fingers finding my clit as he starts to press inside. The stretch is incredible—he’s so thick that I can feel my body struggling to accommodate him, stretching tight around his cock. I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out.

“That’s it, baby,” he encourages, his other hand stroking down the curve of my spine. “You’re doing so good for me. Keep touching yourself. So fucking perfect.”

He works his way into me slowly, pulling out a bit and then pressing in a little deeper each time. The combination of his thick cock stretching me and my own fingers on my clit has me seeing stars, pleasure radiating out from my core like a building inferno.

“How does that feel?” he asks, tracing the curve of my ass.

“Good. So… full.” The sensation is so overwhelming that it’s a struggle to remember how to talk.

He chuckles, but it sounds strained. “Greedy little thing. Think you can handle the rest?”

I blink, my brain cells firing too slow to fully process his words at first. “The—the rest?”

“That’s just half.”

My eyes fly open in shock, my pulse shifting into overdrive. “What?”

“That’s just half my cock, baby. Think you can take all of me?”

Blood rushes through me at the thought. The idea that there’s more, that I can have more of him, makes me a little dizzy.

“Yes.” The word comes out as a whimper. “Please, Hayden. I need it all.”

He draws out slightly, then pushes deeper, and the drag of his cock against my inner walls makes me moan. My fingers work faster on my clit, and the room fills with the sounds of our breathing, harsh and ragged, mixed with my soft whimpers and his low groans.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he mutters, his hands moving to my hips to hold me still. “So tight and perfect. Like you were made for my cock.”

He draws back again, but instead of pressing in once more, he pulls out completely. I whimper in disappointment, making an undignified sound of frustration. I didn’t realize how good the stretch felt until it went away.

“As gorgeous as this view is,” he says, his hands cupping the curves of my ass appreciatively, “we’re gonna have to change it up. I need to see your face when you take all of me.”

I expect him to lift me again and set me down on the chaise so he can fuck me that way, but he surprises me by lying back against the cushions himself. His cock juts up from his body, thick and glistening with my arousal, and I scramble to my feet as I stare down at him.

“Come here.” He beckons to me, hooking a hand around my thigh. “Ride me.”

My heart races as I position myself over him, thighs spread wide. I’m a little anxious about this position, but honestly, I’m too far gone to worry about it as much as I might otherwise. All I know is that he promised to give me everything, and I can’t wait for him to make good on that vow. As I settle into position, he reaches up to tug my dress off and toss it aside, leaving me in just my bra. His hands are everywhere—cupping my breasts, skimming over my ribs, gripping my hips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes, his rich brown eyes hooded. “Been driving me crazy for years to see these gorgeous curves hidden away behind your clothes. Now ride my cock like the good girl I know you are.”

I nod and sink down on him slowly, both of us groaning as he slides into me again. From this angle, he feels even deeper, and I have to pause to catch my breath, one hand braced on his chest. He grips my hips so tightly that I almost wonder if it will leave little bruises, and a part of me hopes I’ll have a lasting reminder of this for the next few days.

“There you go.” He grits his teeth, his voice strained. “That’s still not everything, though. You sure you can take all of me?”