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I pulled my fingers from inside her and licked them clean as her eyes danced with desire. With one hand I reached behind my neck and pulled my shirt off by the collar. The eager approval in her eyes sent primal pride racing through me. Reaching into my sweatpants, I freed my cock. I angled the head toward her pussy and dragged it through her wetness.

“I can get a condom,” I ground out as I teased her entrance with the tip.

“No.” She gasped. “Fuck no. I want to feel all of you.”

“Bare?” The thought of nothing between us as I impaled her on my cock was too much.

A smirk tugged at her lips as she squirmed. “Can’t get me pregnant twice.”

I cradled her hips in my hands as I looked down at her beautiful form. “You have to tell me—if the angle is not right or something doesn’t feel good—I want you to tell me.”

“I will, just . . . please.Please.”

Her pussy was so fucking tight as I slid my bare cock inside her. We groaned in unison.

As I buried myself to the hilt, I paused my fingertips, making indents in the soft flesh of her hips as I stilled. “You have no idea how difficult it is not to fuck you hard right now.”

Her hand gripped the back of my neck and squeezed. “Do it. I don’t want soft right now. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me like you can’t get enough of me.”

Her words were all the permission I needed. I placed one palm at the center of her chest, pinning her down to the couch as I pistoned my hips forward and railed into her over and over. My cock pumped into her tight heat. My balls screamed at me, begging to keep fucking until I came.

I wanted her to come. I wanted to feel Sylvie dissolve under my hands with my cock buried inside her. With long silky strokes I pounded into her. I plucked at her nipples and rolled them between my fingers the way I had seen her do to herself earlier. Her jerking hips met me stroke for stroke.

She pulled her knees toward her chest, deepening the angle as I towered over her and hammered into her tight, wet pussy. The bite of the hard floor beneath my knees was no match for my desire to drag another orgasm from her.

I focused on the delicate features of her face until her honey-flecked eyes met mine. I was lost in them, in her, as I fucked her over and over.

“Mine.” The word slipped from my lips as I fucked her. “You’re mine.”

Her grip tightened on the back of my neck, and she didn’t break eye contact. “Yes. Yes, I’m yours.”

I shifted my weight, grinding my pubic bone against her clit as my cock pushed deeper inside her. Her eyes glazed, and the tight rhythmic pulses of her pussy squeezed my cock as she came. Her orgasm dripped down the base of my cock to my balls.

So fucking hot and all mine.

My dick pulsed as I emptied myself into her. I braced my arms on either side of her, keeping my weight on the couch and off her. Our panting breaths mingled in the space between us.

Reluctantly I sat back on my heels, dragging my cock from her. She sat propped up on her elbows, biting her lower lip as she watched my cum seep out of her.

I tipped up an eyebrow as I reached forward, catching my release as it slid down her thigh and moved upward. “You like that.”

I ran my cum-coated fingers through her pussy, and her breath hitched. “You feel so good.Ifeel so good.” She collapsed back against the couch with a contented sigh.

I kissed her knee and sat back with a laugh. “Glad I could be of service.”

“Oh, you serviced.” She laughed. “Five stars. Ten out of ten. Highly recommended.”

She was so goddamn cute, and I was scared to death. I was falling in love with the mother of my child, and I had absolutely no clue what to do about it.

TWENTY-TWO

DUKE

The fitof her body shouldn’t have felt so perfect as I curled around her. After recovering from the best sex that couch had ever seen, I led her upstairs, drew her a fresh bubble bath, and tried to help her relax.

I sat behind her in the tub, rubbing her tense shoulders as she hummed and leaned against me. I let my lips brush against the wet curve where her neck met her shoulder as she lazily told me about her day. When the bubbles dissipated and the water finally cooled, we had gone for round two in the bedroom. She was insatiable, and I craved her like a starved man.

I was an ambitious, eager student when it came to learning what Sylvie liked in the bedroom. When we were finished, her pliant body molded to mine.

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