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“Hmm… hmm…”

It’s the only sound I can make as the pleasure bursts from my body, my legs shaking, a deep cord of euphoria trembling inside me. Everything releases. All the stress. All the doubt. All the regret. Even the guilt. It all drains away as my hips shudder, and his hand goes into overdrive, owning my clit. I gasp as the orgasm ends, aftershocks causing my heart to hammer and my hips to twitch.

Miles stands up, looming over the bed, more sweat coating his powerful form and making him glisten. “I need you,” he says fiercely. “I need your sweet, tight virgin hole. Get those shorts off now. I need to see you. Every perfect inch.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO

Miles

I tear off my shorts and underwear, standing at the edge of the bed as my woman stares at me. Her cheeks are flushed and perfect, and she spreads her thighs. She’s showing me her pussy, still shiny with her release, come spread all over her folds and tight pink hole. She props herself on her elbows, staring wide-eyed at my dick.

“You’re even bigger than I thought,” she whispers.

“Don’t worry,” I tell her. “You were made for me.”

“Only you,” she moans, and I get even harder.

I’m tempted to warn her again, reminding her that once I lay my body against hers and pry open her walls with my bulging tip, I won’t be able to stop. Then I look into her eyes and see the readiness—the sassiness warring with her nerves.

“You’re so damn beautiful.”

She whimpers as I lie atop her, holding myself up with one hand as I reach between our bodies with the other. I massage her breasts on the way down, softly playing with her nipples. Shivering, she claws her hands over my back.

“I need this,” she whispers in my ear, her breath hot. “I needyou.”

Neither of us mentions the obvious. We’re not supposed to do this until Elena has given us her blessing. What’s another taboo stacked on the pile, after all?

Grabbing my cock, even I’m stunned by how hard I am. All the desire is bursting out of me. When I feel her entrance against my tip, I think I might explode for a second. All the tension rushes up my shaft and gathers at my end, swelling, but there’s no way I finish before I feel my woman creaming down my length. Rearing back, I stare down at her as I spread her lips and feel the walls of her tight pussy clinging onto me. It’s like last time, the tightness, but now she shifts her hips, guiding them toward me.

“Go all the way,” she moans. “Take me, Miles.”

I bite down.

“You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“I do. I want it. Please.”

I snarl as I arch my back, driving my hips forward so my cock glides deep into her. With each inch, pleasure wraps around my dick, hot and intense, the further I push my rock-hard dick into her perfect body. She gasps when I’m buried all the way, her eyes closed, her mouth twisted to the side as though she can’t handle it.

I hold myself like this, waiting for her to tell me it’s too much, but then she begins to relax, her sopping juices making her even slicker. She opens her eyes with shock sparking, her mouth falling open.

“Oh, my God. This feels right. This feels… Oh,heck, Miles. Yes.”

“Your pussy was made for me,” I snarl as I slowly slip out.

“Hmm,” she nods. “Every inch, baby.”

I slip out of her succulent slit until I tease her with my tip. She moans insistently, eager for me to glide back into her. That’s an invitation I’dneverrefuse.

Thoughts of Elena, of our betrayal, drift away into the hazy background of my thoughts. Layla dominates them, especially when she moves her hands from my back to my shoulders, tugging on me.

“I can take it,” she says breathlessly.

I drive into her again, obsessed as her breasts bounce with the force of our union. She tightens her grip on my shoulders, digging her fingernails in as I slide in and then out, as we race toward a shared rhythm that has us both moaning like nothing else matters because it doesn’t. Only us.

We keep going like this as her walls relax, getting wetter. My tip is burning as I drive deep inside of her. From how she shudders and moans—the quality changing each time I reach her most intimate spot—I know I’m hitting something special. Something that pushes her closer to the edge, hinting she will gift me with another orgasm soon.

I’m captivated by the bouncing of her breasts as our pace picks up. She must be able to tell because my sexy woman pushes her tits together, then gives me this ball-tingling sassy look. It’s like she’s saying,I know how to please my man, and she does. Her virginity stopped mattering the second I glided into her soaked entrance.

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