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My words send a fire through him. He stands, lifting me with him, and turns, tossing me on the bed.

“On your hands and knees,” he says, grinning.

I turn and get in place, watching over my shoulder as he grabs a condom out of his pocket and takes his pants off. In the light of day, seeing his body, muscular and toned with that beautiful tattoo and the worthiest cock I’ve ever seen, makes my heart nearly jump out of my chest. He tears the wrapper and slides the condom down his length, his expression as he looks down my body eating me up.

He puts his knee on the bed and then pauses to press a kiss on my ass. He goes lower and exhales, sending warm air against me and I arch into it. He groans and moves over me, his tip pressing against my entrance.

I put my head on the bed and moan when he goes in deeper. He does a slow drag inside and out, going deeper each time, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Everything in me aches for more of him, all of him, and he’s taking his time, building the need in me until I’m unhinged.

“Sutton,” I cry.

“Tell me what you need.”

“I want you…wild,” I gasp.

He jerks with my words and smacks my ass as he does, and it’s so perfect, I cry out. It unleashes something in him, and he moves, his thrusts becoming hard and smooth. The slap of his thighs against mine is intoxicating, and the way his fingers slide across my clit again and again makes pleasure wrap around me like ivy. I look at him over my shoulder and he moves harder and faster, holding my hip and watching the way he thrusts inside. He’s still restrained and I want to see him lose his mind the way I’m losing mine.

He smacks me again and then squeezes my cheek and I arch into his hand, wanting more.

“I want to see your face,” he says, hoarse.

He pulls out and turns me over, and drives in so deep, I yell his name.

My orgasm crashes over me, and I grip his ass so hard it’ll probably leave marks, but I see the victory in his eyes when I crest over the edge.

It unleashes his wild.

The headboard bangs against the wall with his thrusts, and I’m there, matching his rhythm.

His muscles are tense, and his head falls back a little before he buries his head in my neck.

“Oh God, Felicity,” he groans, his chest quivering slightly as he comes.

I relish every sensation, the way he stays in so deep, the pulses inside and my walls squeezing him back, making him groan again.

When he finally lifts his head, his expression is almost shy.

“Was that…too much?” he asks.

I frown. “It was so good I can’t believe it.”

He smiles and kisses me, and our lips lift when he jerks inside me.

“I don’t want to leave this perfect place,” he says, making a sad face as he slowly pulls out.

I don’t want him toeverleave my body, but I keep that to myself.

He goes to the bathroom and a few minutes later, walks out carrying a washcloth. He sits next to me and drapes the warm washcloth between my legs, carefully sliding it over my skin.

I run my fingers over his arm and his chest as he cleans me, and he gets hard. I wrap my fist around him and he hisses.

“You do this to me,” he says.

I lean up on my elbow, sliding my hand up and down the length of him, and then I bend down and kiss the tip before putting him in my mouth.

The sound of car doors shutting make me pause and Sutton curses, laughing.

I pop my lips off of him and grin. “Looks like our time’s up.”

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