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I nod, dropping my lips to the crown. I trace it with my tongue, relishing in the taste and the heady scent of his skin.
I moan when I feel his fingers tangle in my hair.
“I can’t control myself with you,” he admits in a deep growl. “I want to fuck you again and again.”
I take him then, inch by thick inch until I can’t take more.
He leans back and lets his movements take over, lunging up over and over, fucking my mouth with smooth easy strokes.
“How can it be this fucking good?” His voice is a window to his need.
He ups the pace, pushing my head down with each upward thrust of his hips.
I take it all, whimpering, moaning and loving the way it feels to give him this much pleasure.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Gaines
I’ve alwaysneeded time between orgasms, but not now.
I came down her throat less than fifteen minutes ago, and I’m ready to go again.
“I need a condom,” I tell her as she approaches me with a glass of water in her hand.
She’s still nude, and judging by the way she’s walking around her apartment, she’s completely comfortable.
“I have some,” she says. “In my bedroom. Do you want to go in there?”
I pat my thigh. “I want to fuck you like this. Get the condom and get on my lap.”
She sets the glass down on the coffee table before taking off in a sprint. I watch over my shoulder until she’s out of my view.
I use the brief solace to rub both hands over my face.
I feel like an imposter; a man who doesn’t give a shit about anything but himself and the one woman who can make him feel things he’s never felt before.
Sex has always been good for me, but this is above next level.
When I saw her at the café earlier, I hardened immediately. I couldn’t stop thinking about her all afternoon. For the briefest moment, I imagined Logan’s hands on her before I had a vision of mine wrapped around his neck.
I’m not territorial. I’ve never experienced jealousy, yet both were raging inside of me today.
“I have a condom,” she announces as she comes back into my view.
The sight of those perfectly round tits bouncing as she walks, makes my cock ache.
Her body is perfect. It’s everything I’ve always desired, punctuated with a face that could stop traffic.
“Can I put it on you?” she asks quietly. “I know how.”
I hate that she’s implying that she’s done that before. She’s sheathed another guy before he’s fucked her.
I close my eyes against the images that assault my imagination.
Her on her knees while another guy’s dick is being drilled into her. On her back while she’s being screwed.
“Gaines?”
