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“Fuck,” he rasped in my ear as I rode him.

His hands dug into my ass as he helped me maintain the pace which had started to falter as my orgasm approached.

“You going to come for me, Star?”

I whimpered.

“You are, aren’t you? I want to feel you come around my cock, my naughty girl.”

I shuddered.

“Give it to me,” he demanded, one of his hands sliding around to thumb my slit from behind.

“Oh, Christ,” I rasped, surprised by how good that extra pressure felt.

Jerking upright, I slapped my hands on his chest.

My head tipped back as I allowed the sensations to flood me, shutting out the world to focus on the here and the now.

The new position let me grind down on my clit, and each and every time, I got smacked in the face with just how damn good this felt.

That was when I—

God.

Slightly cool.

Silicone.

My head flipped forward in response, but it was too late.

That goddamn toy was on my clit already.

My eyes closed in response as the vibrations sizzled through my system.

“God, your pussy clamps down around me so fucking beautifully when I tease you with this, baby. You like that, huh?”

“Too… much,” I croaked out, but I didn’t move away from the vibe, nor did I slap his hand aside.

Instead, I hovered there, just waiting, waiting. Enjoying. Suffering. Needing…

When he twisted us around so I was on my back, I didn’t argue. I didn’t have the words to argue.

I just lay there, feeling him start to thrust into me as the vibrator worked its magic.

My eyes popped open the first time he hit home.

“God, Conor, my… I… You—”

“I know, naughty girl. It’s too good,” he teased, licking my earlobe before sucking on it.

I shivered at the move.

He pulled the vibrator away.

I glowered at him. “What are you doing?”

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