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“That so?” I brush a strand of hair from her face.

“Mmhmm.” She shifts her hips, adjusting her position. Then she freezes, eyes widening as she realizes I’m still fully hard inside her. “Are you kidding me? You’re still⁠—”

“Ready for round two?” I growl, tightening my grip on her hips. “Sweetheart, one round isn’t going to cut it.”

Her lips part, a shaky exhale escaping as she clenches around me involuntarily.

“Oh my god,” she whispers, her body already responding and squeezing around my length. “That’s the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

I can see it happening. The way her eyes glaze over, the flush deepening across her chest, her thighs tensing against mine. She’s right on the edge of realizing that I’m not done with her yet.

“Did you just…?”

“Almost,” she admits, voice breathy and desperate. “Just give me a second.”

“I’m not giving you a second,” I say, voice dropping. I don’t move an inch, staying perfectly still inside her, letting her feel every throbbing inch of me. “Not when you’re already so close.”

Her eyes widen. “Beau.”

“You feel that?” I hold her hips firmly in place, not letting her move. “How hard I still am for you? How much I want you?”

She whimpers, her inner walls fluttering around me.

“That’s it,” I murmur, my thumbs stroking her hip bones. “You’re so fucking sexy like this, Whitley. Sitting on my cock, trying not to come again just from the feel of me inside you.”

Her breathing quickens, chest rising and falling rapidly. “Please.”

“Please what?” I keep my voice low, rough. “Please let you move? Please fuck you harder?” I tighten my grip, ensuring she stays exactly where she is. “No. I want you to come just like this. Just from keeping my cock nice and warm.”

Her eyes flutter closed, her body trembling as she fights against her own need.

“Look at me,” I command, voice like gravel. “You look at me when you come.”

Her eyes snap open.

“That’s my good girl.” I shift just enough to hit that spot inside her that makes her gasp. “You know what I love? How sensitive you are. How your body responds to every word, every touch.”

I run my hands up her sides, thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts. “I love these perfect tits. The way they bounce when you ride me. The way your nipples get so hard when I tell you how fucking gorgeous you are.”

She whimpers. She’s fighting it, trying to hold back, but I can feel her quivering on the edge.

“You’re so tight around me,” I continue, voice dropping lower. “So wet. You’re dripping down my cock right now, did you know that? Just from hearing me talk about how much I want you.”

Her breathing quickens, shallow pants that tell me she’s close. So close.

“I can feel how much you want it,” I murmur, watching her face flush deeper. “How your body’s begging for me.”

Her lips part on a silent moan as I rock my hips upward in the smallest movement.

“Beau,” she gasps, her nails digging into my chest. “Please, I need⁠—”

“I know exactly what you need,” I say, cutting her off. “And I’m going to give it to you. But first, I want to hear you say it.”

She bites her lip, stubborn even now. I slide one hand up to cup her breast, thumb circling her nipple with just enough pressure to make her tremble.

“Say it, Red. Tell me who makes you feel this good.”

Her eyes lock with mine, blazing with defiance and desire. “You do.”