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I can tell she’s close.

Her pussy flutters around my fingers, and her grip in my hair tightens. I would be afraid she’s going to pull some of it out, but I’ve got enough that I don’t mind, at least right now. I might give a shit when it starts thinning.

Keely’s hips lift as she grinds her cunt against my tongue, and I fucking let her do it. I hope she suffocates me. Goddamn, does she feel good. Her whimpers fill the room around us, along with little moans and then sighs as she climbs higher and higher.

When it happens, when she comes, she floods my taste buds, and I close my eyes, lapping up every fucking drop dripping from her sweet cunt. Her thighs tremble against my cheeks, and I continue to lick her until they stop and her body goes limp.

Only then do I shift up her body, my cock hard enough to pound nails. When I’m close enough to kiss her, I shift my head so that my lips touch hers. I swallow her moan, drinking it down and letting it completely consume me, letting it make me drunk.

I am.

Drunk, that is.

On her.

I position myself against her center but don’t move, feeling her warmth against the head of my cock. “Open your eyes, Keely,” I murmur.

I am hanging on by a goddamn thread, so fucking close to blowing my load it’s not even funny, and I’m not even inside her yet. Slowly, her eyelids flutter open. She looks up at me, her gaze searching mine.

“Brock,” she exhales, and that’s when I sink inside her.

Burying myself to the hilt as I look into her eyes. The way she says my name could send any man into a fucking worked-up frenzy. I’m just thankful that I will be that man—forever. And I will. There is not a chance in fucking hell that I’ll ever give this up—give her up.

I don’t move once I’m buried deep. I stay where I am, unmoving, although I have to clench my teeth together, gnashing them back and forth in an attempt to keep from moving. I’m afraid one thrust will make me come.

I’m not ready for that yet.

“Tell me what you want,” I demand again.

“You,” she breathes.

“More,” I grind out.

She lifts her hands between us. I feel her palms against my cheeks, and then she shifts her legs, pressing her shins against the sides of my ribs, causing me to slip deeper inside her. My back tingles as I try to keep myself from moving. My arms tremble, my muscles ready to give out as I try to hold on to my control.

“I want you, Brock. All of you,” she murmurs, and before I can ask anything else, she slides her thumb across my bottom lip, her light-brown gaze searching mine, and my balls draw up. I’m seconds from coming, and I haven’t even moved. “Forever.”

Fuck.

Pulling almost completely out of her, I slam back inside. I fuck her. I wanted to make love and have it be soft and gentle, but I’m goddamn done for. I thrust, moving inside her hard and fast, chasing my orgasm, but I don’t have to chase it too far. I’m on the edge, ready to come.

My back tingles, and I turn my head, nipping the pad of Keely’s index finger. I lower my head. I don’t stop moving, rolling my hips, my pelvis grinding against her clit, then I slam my mouth against hers before I bury myself deep inside her and come.

Hard.

Filling her with my release.

Ripping my mouth away, I look into her eyes before I bury my face in her neck, nuzzling her there. Licking and sucking her skin, wondering how in the fuck I ended up here with her and thanking my goddamn stars for whatever I’ve done to deserve her being here with me.

Her legs wrap around my waist, squeezing. Reluctantly, I shift out of her body and roll onto my side. Looking over, I see Thea asleep in her bassinet, not bothered in the slightest by our activities. But I’m glad we’ll be in separate rooms in a few weeks. We’ll need our space. I want to use that space to make my woman scream.

And I will.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-SEVEN

KEELY