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Because she did the most amazing thing. She turned and kneeled on the couch, then put her hands on the back. That perfect ass faced me, begging for my hands and my cock.

She turned to look at me and raised one eyebrow. “Please?”

How could I deny her? If she wanted a kidney, I’d cut one out with a rusty butter knife right now.

I spread her ass cheeks, admiring how wet she was, then I slowly eased inside her, enjoying her sighs of pleasure. Her pussy was wet, hot perfection, and I had to tip my head back and focus on the ceiling to get control of myself.

“Spread them wide, officer,” I said, firmly massaging her ass cheeks. I gave one a gentle smack. “That’s for the strawberry daiquiri,” I said as she moaned.

“And this,” I said, smacking the other cheek harder, “is for making me hard as a fucking pine tree all the time.”

She moaned again, and I slid inside her slowly, savoring the feel of her.

She dropped her head forward and moaned loudly. “Fuck, you’re thick,” she said, already moving against me. “I’m so full.”

It would take a miracle for me to last longer than thirty seconds. There was nothing like being inside her, claiming her body, and I had a job to do. I’d make sure this woman never forgot what I could do to her.

Slowly, I thrust, mindful not to hurt her despite every caveman instinct in my brain screaming at me to go wild. As strong as the urge was to rut like an animal, I didn’t want this to end.

Curling over her, I palmed a breast, rolling her nipple in my fingers while she moaned even louder.

“You like that?” I asked. “You like being fucked hard, don’t you?”

She threw her head back, sending her dark hair cascading over one shoulder. “You call this hard?”

My cock surged. Fuck, she knew how to push my buttons. She was under my skin, and she knew it.

I gripped her hips, slamming into her so hard she had to lock her arms to brace herself against the couch. “This better?”

If not for the filthy sounds of pleasure escaping her, I’d worry about hurting her.

“You want hard? I’ll give you hard. You won’t be able to sit for a week without thinking about what it feels like to come on my cock.”

Now I had to back up those words with action, because tension was already working its way up my legs. But I sucked in a breath and forced down the release creeping up on me. I wouldn’t stop until she came again.

I continued to slam into her hard, though I kept my movements steady and controlled. “Rub your clit,” I ordered.

At my command, her hand snaked down to where we were joined. Instantly, she tightened around me. I gathered up her hair with one hand, tugging it as she moaned.

Nothing had ever felt this good. This right. This perfect. And I never wanted it to stop.

Her muscles fluttered around me as I strained to hold back, determined to ride out her release and give her everything I possibly could.

But then I felt it, the first wave of her orgasm, and I lost control, pumping with abandon while she moaned and clenched beneath me. Letting loose and crying out until I was totally sated and could barely stand.

I pulled out, disposed of the condom, and collapsed on the couch in record time, unable to form words, never mind walk.

She was sprawled out next to me, naked and sweaty and delicious.

I pulled her into me and cradled her to my chest as we rode the wave of endorphins.

After a few minutes of blissful silence, she peered up at me. “You know, your cock is the least annoying thing about you.”

I smiled and closed my eyes as I dropped my head back. “Good. Because as soon as I regain my strength, I’m taking you upstairs. You’re gonna ride it, and I’m gonna bite your nipples until you come again.”

She snuggled against me and laughed. “I can work with that plan.”

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