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She nodded as she gripped the waistband of my shorts and tugged them down until my cock sprang free. Her blue gaze bore into mine as she spoke with absolute certainty. “I’m sure.” Those two words were breathless and filled with heat. “Really fucking sure.”

I smiled and gripped her thigh, sliding my cock through her slit back and forth until I was covered in her juices. “So fucking wet.”

“I know,” she laughed and rocked her hips to relieve the ache between her legs. “It’s ridiculous.”

“So ridiculous,” I agreed and lined my cock up with her entrance, biting back a moan at the way she dripped for me. “I’m gonna fuck you now.”

“About time,” she whispered and ground down until she was pulling my cock into the hot depths of her body. “Oh fuck!” She let out a long, low moan and pressed her forehead to mine as she rocked her hips in time with my strokes. “Yes!”

One of my hands wrapped around her and cupped the back of her neck, bringing her mouth to me because I was desperate for her taste. This woman was driving me crazy. She had no idea the effect she had on me and I was fine with keeping it that way, but right now? Buried deep inside of her body, hersoft moans and mewls in my ear was having abigfucking effect on me.

“Cole,” she moaned and rocked her hips faster, limited by our position.

I gripped her hip with my free hand, controlling both of our bodies. I was in control of how fast we moved, how deep I fucked her, how hard. When she moved too fast, I slowed her down and she whimpered greedily.

“Please,” she begged as she pushed her hips forward.

I kept things at a slow moderate pace, hungry to prolong this encounter. My cock was painfully swollen, and I was ready to fill her body with my cum but I also wasn’t ready for it to be over. I didn’t want this to end. Not yet.

“Fuck,” she moaned and shoved at my chest over and over until I rolled onto my back. “Perfect.” She smiled as she straddled my hips, my cock still buried deep in her body. “You’re so deep.”

“No need for compliments, I’m already hard and achin’.”

She licked her lips and rolled her hips, taking me deeper with every stroke. Katey planted her hands on my chest for leverage, fucking my dick hard and fast as she chased her orgasm.

I held onto her hips, matching her stroke for stroke while my hands slid up from her hips and cupped her tits. I pinched her nipples, and her pussy squeezed me tighter. “Ah fuck, you feel so good.”

She smiled. “You feel better.” She was wet and pulsing already, riding me like an experienced cowgirl. “Ah, fuck!” Shethrew her head back as her orgasm consumed her, back arching until I was buried so deep, I felt like I was part of her. “Fuck.” She groaned her pleasure as my name fell from her lips over and over.

“Katey,” I growled and flipped our positions in one slick move. The minute I had her on her back, I hooked her legs over my forearms and fucked her so hard and deep the sound of our skin smacking together echoed in the room. “Fuck, yes!”

Her hand gripped my triceps, and her hips still moved hungrily as if she was chasing another orgasm. “Cole.” My name fell from her lips on a warning.

“I feel you, Katey. Let go.” My mouth crashed down on hers, as my body took over, pumping wildly until I came, filling her body. She shattered once more, breaking our kiss. Her skin was beautifully flushed, her nipples hard as her body shook with pleasure. “Such a good girl.”

She purred as the last aftershocks shook her body. Her lips tipped into a satisfied smile as her breathing slowed to normal. “You are… too good at that,” she said around a moan.

Before I could joke about it, her breathing evened out and her eyelids fluttered shut.

She was asleep.

And my cock was still buried deep. It was right where I wanted to be, so I watched her until my eyelids grew heavy and sleep claimed me.

My cock still semi-hard inside of her.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Katey

Iwoke with a start and raised my head to check my surroundings, an act that became a habit since I started running from Ethan. Only today I wasn’t on alert, my lids were heavy with sleep and my body was delightfully sore. And my bed was hard. Rock hard. Extra muscle-y. I pushed up on what turned out to be Sniper’s massive chest and looked down at his smiling face.

“Good morning.” His smile was lazy, but beautiful.

Stunning, really. It was so unfair. “Morning,” I groaned and tried, unsuccessfully, to push off his body. “Sorry.”

His hands landed on my ass with two loud smacks. “Don’t be. Waking up with soft curves on me ain’t bad.”

I rolled my eyes. “Careful of those compliments, Sniper, or I might think you like me.”

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