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She thinks I’mfinallynot in control. She might be right in a way. I did let go this morning. I tried something totally new to me and tooka risk. But she’s dead wrong when it comes to her. I lost control of myself the first time I saw her that night at Roxy’s.

I watch her drop her head, still riding her toy and fingering her clit. Her eyes are hooded, barely able to stay open and hold my gaze. I tilt her chin up, forcing her to look at me. I know she’s close, ready to ignite. I lean in, giving her exactly what she says she needs, exactly what Iknowshe needs.

“I’ve never been in control with you, princess. I can never get enough of you. You’remy everything.”

She finally comes undone, shattering on her toy, myteammate,moaning my name. I reach down and circle my fingers over her sensitive bundle of nerves one last time, getting her to buck into my palm before she collapses into my arms.

I hold her, lifting her off of my chest just enough to look into her glassy eyes. A thousand unspoken words pass between us. But there’s one thing we both know.

Neither of us are in control anymore.

CHAPTER 34

LIZZY

WANTED

Clay movesin a frantic blur after I come. In a flash, he’s picked me up in one of his toned arms and flipped me on to my back. Now I’m back against the headboard with him in between my thighs.

I’m still riding my post-orgasm high, but the way he looks down at me, hungry and possessive, lights a new fire in my core.

“Now, can I take this out and fuck that wet pussy properly?”

He looks down at the toy still inside me. Then his eyes meet mine, his chest puffing out with each breath.

I nod. “Yes, please.” My words come out as a faint breath.

He reaches down, easing the toy out, dragging it against my clit as he does it. I savor the feeling of each ridge, each vein, and knob against my sensitive clit. When it’s out, I gasp and feel my walls clench, instantly missing the fullness.

I look at him, my eyelids still heavy. His eyes are blazing, with no trace of hesitation or question in them now. He notches himself at my entrance before caging my head in with his elbows.

His full lips meet mine in a powerful, consuming kiss as he thrusts himself in to the hilt. I gasp into his mouth as he moans into mine. The almost painful sting of him filling and stretching me is sheer ecstasy. It’s like he was made for me. I hear a hiss through his gritted teeth.

“You’re so goddamn tight, princess. You still needed me to fill this pussy, didn’t you?”

I wrap my arms around him, feeling his warmth against me and his muscular back under my palms.

I whimper into the crook of his neck against the rose tattoo. “Mmhmm.”

“Good.” He rocks his hips into me, pushing himself in deeper.

I wrap my legs around his waist, bringing him in further, prompting a guttural moan from deep in his chest.

He starts thrusting harder and faster, grinding his length against my clit and hitting that spot deep inside me. My lips part and I feel my own breathing quicken. He pulls his head back just enough for our eyes to meet.

He pounds into me, but his eyes never leave mine. And the look he’s giving me now sends a fire down to my core. I feel that knot of tension low in my stomach building again. Just minutes ago, he played my game with no pushback or judgement. He gave me everything I wanted and just watched me in awe. Anyone else would have made me feel ashamed, but Clay, he made me feel perfect just the way I am.

And now, the look in his eyes is one of almost feral need. He breathes me in like I’m his air and drinks me in like I’m his water in the desert. This feels like so much more than I’ve ever felt in my life with anyone. It feels like that other four letter word that I keep buried in the back of my thoughts, never to see the light of day again. That word I don’t know if I’m ready for.

He leans down, pressing a kiss to my forehead. My thoughts instantly come back to the way he consumes me and works my body. When I look back at him now, I can see the fiery lust in his eyes. His breath is ragged and uneven, and I know he has to be getting close. Just seeing that drip of precum on his cock when he wasn’t even touching himself yet was almost enough to make me unravel on the spot.

I tease him between panted breaths. “Surprised you lasted this long.”

He grins back at me, baring his teeth, his wicked grin only slightly softened by his boyish dimples. He pulls himself almost completelyout, leaving me gasping before he seats himself back in again, bottoming out in one fell push. I cry out into his shoulder.

“You and I both know we’re so fucking close. Now I’m going to fuck you until you remember this pussy is mine. Your orgasms are mine.” He picks up his pace again, erratic but still grazing my clit with each thrust. “All of them. I want you coming on my face, on my fingers, on this cock. I want my name on your lips each time, because you’remine.”

Those words on his lips, that look in his eyes, all of it undoes me. That knot of tension unravels and I feel myself come apart and clench him buried deep inside me.

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