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“Fuck me in it,” she murmured.

He glanced at his watch. Time was ticking away. He had to hurry this along. And yet she was so tight there. He knew once he worked his dick inside her ass, it would grip him tighter than a fist.

The thought had him ready to come. Now.

Shit. He looked down at his thrashing dick. It would take at least ten minutes—or more, to prime and ready her sweet ass for it. Time he didn’t have.

He cursed under his breath, both happy and relieved that she’d wanted him to take her ass and that it wasn’t loose already, but shit . . .

“I gotta get back inside your pussy, baby,” he groaned. “Gotta come, fast.”

She shifted her body. “No, no. Let me ride you,” she said, her voice a hot whisper as she reached between his legs. And when he opened his mouth to protest (being on his back took away his control, and he didn’t like not being in control), her hazel eyes flashed a blaze of desire that caused him to emit a hot sigh when her hand stroked his dick.

His whole body vibrated with lust. And without a word, he lay on his back and watched through lust-brimmed eyes as she climbed on top of him—her pussy all open and glistening wet—then bound forward and reached between them and held onto his dick. It thumped in her hand in anticipation of her sliding her sweet cunt down onto his shaft.

Holy shit. He was really doing this. Giving her control.

He gripped her ass as she smoothly impaled herself, rocking down on it until she took him all the way down to the base. A moan escaped her. Then him.

His hips moved upward matching hers. “Yeah, fuck me,” he said, then lifted his head and alternately sucked her tits.

They both moaned as her clit pressed against his body just above the base of his dick, and then everything inside of her washed out over him.

“Aah, this pussy good . . . fuck this dick,” he hissed as she leaned forward and kissed him, her tongue sliding into his mouth, taking his breath, hotly and intensely—while she rode him, fast and hard.

She watched as he closed his eyes during their heated kisses. She liked him. God, she really, really did.

She fucked him wildly—with hot abandon, galloping up and down on him until his eyes rolled up in his head behind his closed lids.

She bit his lips as she came, her orgasm violently sweeping through her body like a tornado. She kept riding him, her pussy sucking him further into its wet clutch.

“God, yes, baby. I-I-I . . . aaah, shit . . . love you . . . uh, uh, uhhh . . .”

His orgasm wasn’t far behind, and she covered his mouth with her hand as he growled out in pleasure, his body convulsing beneath her.

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Wild Cookie . . .

Heaven sucked in her breath. Had she heard him right? She was pretty sure she had, but . . . in the heated moment the room had been spinning and she’d been moaning and all she heard was her heart pulsing in her ears.

No, no—she couldn’t have heard him correctly.

“I love you . . .”

She closed her eyes. Replayed their passionate night in the infirmary, rewinding to everything before their orgasms.

“I love you . . .”

Her eyes flew open. Oh, God, no. She had heard him right. Those three words were the last thing she’d expected to hear from him—or any other man. Not here, not now.

That’s not what she was here for.

Love.

Love . . . that little dirty motherfucking word was what got her here. She hadn’t heard those words—I love you—from a man since . . . Freedom.

She brought her eyes closed again, then slowly opened. She couldn’t deal with this right now. All she wanted to do was concentrate on reading her—

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