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He did it again, pulled out and then jerked me back, burying himself deep.

Then he began to move in a rhythm of push and withdraw, pumping slowly, getting me used to the width and heat of him. I trembled, relishing every thrust as it touched deep, rocking with him.

He pushed down on my upper back, changing the angle, and thrust again.

Electric sparks danced through my whole body. “Fuck!”

“There it is.”

Damn, he was good at this. And any time he spoke, his smooth, controlling tone made my dick weep more.

I screwed the sheet up into my fist. “Harder.”

He fucked harder, slamming into me. Then stopped abruptly. “Fuck,” he swore, which was rare enough to make me turn my head. “I just need a second,” he admitted, blinking hard. He tilted his head back, looking at the ceiling away from me.

I got to look at the gorgeous line of his jaw, down his throat, and over his glistening chest.

“Am I too hot for you, Hasegawa?”

He ran his tongue over his top lip in the most suggestive fucking expression I’d ever seen on his face, then took his hand off my hip and reached under to grab my dick and pump. I had enough precum leaking out of me for him to really go to town, sliding his fingers fast, making me shudder and pant.

“Fuck, stop,” I gasped. “Or I’m gonna come.”

He stopped. “Do you need a minute?”

Holy shit, the bastard was getting sassy. I liked it, and showed him a smile over my shoulder.

He answered my smile by thrusting so fucking deep I forgot to breathe. Both hands found my hips again and he fucked deep and slow, the slapping of skin on skin mingling with the panting sounds of our breathing.

Fuck, I was going to come. His hand job with his dick in my ass had wound me tight, and now he’d found that sweet spot, riding me higher.

I didn’t care, I needed it. I took it. “Ren, harder. Fuck me like you hate me, baby.”

He snarled, and got rough, his thrusts getting deeper, messier, grunting now. He was close, and so was I. The more I heard him grunting like an animal, the more I felt him sinking deep on every thrust, the more his fingers dug into my hips, the more I could feel myself rising. My dick swung, the sensitive tip sometimes stroking the sheets, wet and cool.

“Touch me. Fuck, touch me now.”

He stopped, dick buried deep, and pulled my shoulders up, arching my back. His arm came around the front of my chest, holding my shoulders against him, and his other hand dropped low and grasped my jutting dick. Liquid fire scorched my veins, pleasure a building inferno. He pumped fast and I fucking came, jerking into his grip, captured against his body, shuddering and swearing.

I hadn’t even finished coming down, when he pushed me forward onto my hands. He fucked my hole, driving into it, while I shuddered, still coming, still losing my load over the sheets.

He let out a shout, his rhythm collapsed, and he thrust hard, then again, and again, driving himself so fucking deep as he came. I wanted it, all of it, every last goddamn drop in me.

We came down from the high together, breathing together, bodies together, like in dance, only naked and a thousand times more erotic.

I was never going to be able to dance with him without getting hard ever again.

He pulled out, and eased me down to the bed with him so we were spooned. We lay in a mess, and I didn’t care. I doubted he did either. His arms locked me close, and his breath tickled my ear as it slowed.

That had been everything I’d wanted, and more.

Ren got sassy, and bossy, and controlling on top, and I was here for it in all ways.

In fifteen minutes, we were definitely going again.

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