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But it was more than just the intense clasp of her pussy surrounding his cock. Kelsie trusted him, and only him, with her body after suffering a trauma so severe some might never recover. She lay bare and vulnerable before him, giving him power and trusting him to take her soaring through clouds.

He didn’t fucking deserve it, but he’d take everything she wanted to give because the last week had shown him he couldn’t stay away from her.

He’d face the consequences of crossing every line possible tomorrow, but today, he could only think of satisfying them both.

“Ready?” he asked through clenched teeth as he tried to fight the impulse to fuck her senseless.

With scarlet cheeks, blown pupils, and teeth marks in her lower lip, she had never looked more beautiful. “Yes,” she said. “Do it, Ty. I’m so ready.”

Gazes locked, he drew his hips back, then thrust into her with a sharp snap of his pelvis that had them both gasping.

“Christ,” he whispered as he did it again and again until he’d built up a steady rhythm. Pleasure mounted, clouding his thoughts of anything but more, more, more.

“Yes,” Kelsie cried, arching her back as she met him thrust for thrust.

She was so tight it took effort to maintain a fast pace. She bent her knees, planting her heels against the mattress to give herself leverage. The change in angle made his head fucking spin. His balls swung heavy and tight with each thrust.

He cupped her ass, squeezing until she groaned. With his hands full of her soft flesh, he sat back on his heels, taking her with him. Her body was angled, upper back on the bed and lower rested on his knees. This position allowed him to sink so much deeper.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “Ty…”

“I know, baby,” he said, fighting the orgasm that barreled down on him with punishing speed. He wasn’t ready for it to be over. Hell, they could go at it for hours, and he wouldn’t be ready to leave her body.

His biceps burned from how he used his arms to plunge her onto his cock. His thighs ached, and he breathed like he’d been running from the law.

“Faster,” she said. “God, it’s so good.” She cupped her bouncing tits, pinching her nipples.

The sight made his rhythm falter, but only for a second. His control slipped further with each passing second until he could think of nothing but watching her come. He hammered into her, loving every whimper and mewl. Music to his fucking ears. He’d play that sound on repeat in his head for days to come.

“I’m close.” She held his forearms, digging her nails into his skin as her head whipped back and forth on the comforter. She moaned, long and loud. The sound went straight to his balls which needed to unload more than he needed his next fucking breath. “Ty,” she cried as a shudder ran through her.

“Fuck yes,” he whispered. He leaned down, crashing his mouth to hers as he strummed his thumb across her clit.

Kelsie went wild beneath him, kissing him without finesse as she raked her nails across his back and fucked her hips on him. The bite of pain shot him over the edge. He roared his release into her mouth as she cried out against his lips. Her neck arched, and he took full advantage, biting into the sensitive skin.

“Ty,” she cried as her body shook and jerked in his arms.

Somehow, he managed a breathy, “I got you, babe,” even though his brain was cotton and his body spent. His only regret was the damn condom. Someday, he’d fill her to the brim with his release, then watch as it ran down her thighs. But for now, all he could do was collapse on her as his forty-six-year-old body recovered from fucking like he was twenty years younger.

Kelsie wrapped her arms around his back and held him tight. Her heavy breaths tickled his ear, and she twitched beneath him every few seconds.

“I might be too old to fuck like that, but I’d die trying any day.”

She giggled, which was the best damn sound. “So it was good for you?”

Ty snorted. “Yeah, Kels, it was damn fucking good for me.” He lifted his head, looking for any signs of distress. “You?”

“Perfect, Ty,” she said, voice thick and eyes shiny. “Absolutely perfect.”

They didn’t need to delve into the reasons for her surge of emotions. Both knew how monumental this was for her. She seemed to want nothing more than to bask in the afterglow as he did.

So that’s what they’d do.

He tried to roll off, but she tightened her hold on him. “I gotta be crushing you.”

“I don’t care. I love the way you feel inside me, and I’m not ready for you to leave.”

“I gotta take care of the condom, hon.”

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