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“Then do as I say, baby.”

Both of her arms lift, and she links her hands around my neck. It juts her tits out and arches her ass back to me.

“You’re sexy as fuck,” I growl into her ear, using one hand to guide my dick to her. I slide through her. “You’re wet. Tell me, Bright, did you get wet just talking to me? Or was it me playing with your tits?” I continue teasing us both. “Answer me, baby. Was it your tits?”

She releases an arm and reaches for her legs.

“No.” It comes out as a bark. “No, baby. I’m making you come. Keep your hands where I told you.” I’m teasing her entrance, fighting for control not to plunge all the way in, waiting for her to acquiesce.

Her hand slowly comes back up, but she releases an exasperated sigh. I can’t imagine any different response from this woman. She’s always trying to dictate something. Strong, sassy, and fucking gorgeous.

I kick her feet wider apart. “Can’t wait baby. You like this… Open to me. Waiting for me. Pussy weeping for me… Tell me, Bright. Is it aching?” I thrust in, bottoming out, and feel her grip me in her tight, wet heat. “Fuck. You’re fucking perfect.”

I fold over her, holding her up as I plunder her pussy, hearing her gasps. She’s wide open to me, taking me until I hit the end of her, drawing a series of loud moans from her.

“Oh, God, Eli. Can’t take any more. Going to come so hard—”

About the time that the wave starts to suck at her, I find her clit and strum it relentlessly.

“Can’t handle more, E—”

“Oh yeah, you can, baby. Take what I give you.”

The sound of her second orgasm tells me she can handle even more. I keep giving, bending my knees, slamming into her.

“Fuck, baby. You’re perfect. This pussy may be the death of me but I’ll gladly be a goner if this is my end.”

Her legs begin to give out, and it takes all my strength to hold her up while my body succumbs to hers.

When my legs have stopped vibrating from phenomenal sex and the need to hold us both up, I pull out of her but replace my dick with my hand.

Nipping at her earlobe, I pant, “Was thatokay, darlin’?” I move in and out of her and over her clit, stroking slowly, feeling her shiver. I smile at the back of her neck.

“I—”

“I’d just hate it if I left you needy. Did I give you somethingacceptable?”

“I… um…”

“What’s this? Is Brighton Ranger speechless? What’s today’s date? I need to write this down.”

“Sarcasm isn’t becoming on you.” There’s no force in her languid voice.

“Not true, baby.” My other hand slides to her belly. “Speaking of… One day I’m going to give you one of those, or maybe two…” I press my hand to her flat abs and pull her into me tightly. “I’m going to make gorgeous babies with you and have an even more perfect life than we do now. Just you wait.”

FIFTEEN

HATE FLIRTING ONLY WITHOUT THE HATE

BRIGHTON

His words level me.

Just you waithangs in the air as he kisses the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine, and walks away. If I could move I would, but I’m rooted to the spot.

The evidence of us runs down my thigh. As much as I want it gone, there’s a part of me—one that I’ll admit to no one—that wants it to stay, even for a moment.

Babies.

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