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Sophia’s back arched, thrusting her pussy forward. A deep cry came from her lips. “That feels so good. Uh, I can’t take it.”

Satisfaction arched inside him. “Babe, I’m just getting started.”

He flicked his tongue over her clit and one of her hands caught his head, anchoring him in place. Her body moved in a steady rhythm, as if she couldn’t sit still.

“I’m close,” she whispered.

He didn’t want to stop. Watching her go out of her mind with pleasure heated his blood and offered the promise of a good fuck when he was done.

Encasing her folds in his mouth, he lightly sucked and rubbed her clit with his tongue.

Her sharp gasp urged him on and in seconds her legs were shaking, her eyes rolled back. More wetness touched his tongue as her flesh pulsed inside his mouth. Slowly, her body went slack and she lifted her hand to rest across her forehead.

He placed a kiss on top of her sex then reached for the nightstand drawer and pulled out a foil packet. Sophia’s heavy panting filled the room as he removed his shirt, jeans, and briefs then rolled the latex over his desperate appendage.

Her arms opened along with her legs as he crawled over top of her. She wrapped her arms around his back and he sunk into her scalding heat. Like a warm hug, her body tight around his cock, taking every inch.

She sucked in a sharp breath, and he froze and lifted his head from her shoulder to survey her face. “You okay?”

She nodded, and a little pant came from her lips. “Yeah, just... I can’t believe it feels so good after I just came.”

Warmth spread through him. He nuzzled her neck and pressed his lips to her jaw then joined their mouths. Her taste still lingered on his tongue as he kissed her. Sophia responded, her legs tightening around his hips and her lips moving over his.

He pumped into her, slowly at first, but her tight pussy demanded he take more. She tilted her hips, allowing him deeper access.

He let out a growl. He needed to draw this out, make her come over and over, completely lose his muddled brain in the act of sex.

But pleasure overtook his conscious mind.

Her hips pulsed in rhythm with his, and every time his cock connected deeply with her center, she let out a husky groan. As he rocked against her clit, her hands pulled on his shoulders and held him to her as if she were afraid he’d disappear.

Her moans turned into an intense cry, and she bucked beneath him. He stroked harder, faster, until his own orgasm climbed inside him. Her lithe body swathed around his was pure bliss. Her heated flesh and howls of pleasure all brought him into a lightened state.

His body was weightless, his head void of thoughts for the first time in decades. He moved in sync with Sophia, his instincts taking their cue from her every twitch.

A quake started in his core and flooded his muscles until every inch of him quivered. His release hovered. Sophia let out a little scream and the walls of her pussy clenched around his dick, sending him into climax. He drove into her as his orgasm broke free. Light flashed behind his eyelids as pleasure racked his senses.

Groaning heavily, he slowed his pace. Her body was as limp as a noodle beneath him, and her fingers drew lazy circles over his shoulder blades.

He lifted his head. A dark-pink flush colored Sophia’s cheeks, her lips were swollen, and wisps of hair stuck to her moist temples.

Her lips split into a grin. “I’d say we’ve made a lot of progress today.”

He chuckled and kissed her lips.

Progress was one thing. Whatever Sophia was doing to him was something else entirely.

CHAPTER 22

Sophia moved her fingertips over a crest of Cole’s chest. He pulled the sheets up a few inches, covering her waist. Complete satisfaction kept her rooted to the bed. The sunlight outside called her to get up, get to work, and accomplish the many things piled on her plate, but her multiple orgasms had resulted in temporary paralysis.

Besides, Cole didn’t seem in a hurry to get her out of his bed.

As his hand flattened on top of hers, she spotted the outside ring of a string of circles on his inner forearm. Turning his arm, she ran her finger over the four linked circles, each one slightly overlapping the next.

“What’s this stand for?” she asked.

Cole held out his wrist, and the muscles on his abdomen stiffened under her elbow.

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