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She deserves everything.

Chapter 30

COOPER

I lie next to Ryan, the heat of his skin pressed against my cheek, his steady heartbeat beneath my hand as I graze his muscular chest. His fingers brush across my skin in long, smooth strokes, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their path.

“What are you thinking?” I ask, my gaze drifting over the rippling lines of his abs and the sheet barely covering his cock that’s still half-erect.

Ryan chuckles, the sound low and vibrating through his chest. “You don’t want to know.”

I tilt my head to look at him. “Now I definitely want to know. Spill.”

He hesitates, then shrugs. “Fine. Honestly? I was wondering how long I need to wait before I can taste your pussy again.” A wicked grin spreads across his face, his eyes locking with mine. “You taste so fucking good.”

Heat rushes through me as he leans in, his lips brushing against mine. The warmth of his kiss spreads through me, like taking a sip of something hot on a cold winter day.

My stomach flips, and I’m already turned on. Round two comes fast and urgent—like we’re ravenous, starved for each other, and there’s nothing else in the world that could satisfy us.

His hand moves between my thighs, and God, it’s like the first time all over again, except I’m already warmed up—sensitive, aching for more. Every stroke and dip of his fingers sends electricity coursing through me, tightening deep in mystomach. My orgasm coils, ready to spring. It builds hotter, deeper, until it erupts like molten lava, pleasure radiating through my core and spreading, melting everything in its path.

I ride the high, barely coming down before Ryan settles between my legs, his cock already pushing inside me. I open wider, welcoming him in, and he thrusts deep, hitting my G-spot. My second orgasm crashes into me, quick but so damn powerful it steals my breath. “Oh my… God,” I moan, my body trembling as the waves ripple through me.

I roll him over, desperate for more, craving a new angle. My hips rock against him as I lean down, capturing his lips. God, his lips are divine. Everything about him is divine—I have yet to find a flaw. His body, his touch, the way his hands roam over me like he can’t get enough. But it’s not just his body—he’s kind, funny, smart, and maddeningly perfect in every way.

Dammit. He’s perfect.

He groans, his voice raw and desperate. “Jesus, you feel so fucking good. I love your tight little pussy.”

Oh yeah, and he’s a freak in the sheets—and ridiculously good in bed.

Perfect.

Ryan grips my hips, his hands strong and commanding, quickening the pace. His movements grow urgent, his hips rising to meet mine in perfect rhythm. He pulls me close, his breath hot against my ear, a throaty groan escaping with each ragged breath as I kiss along his jaw.

I whisper into his ear, my voice low and teasing. “Your big cock feels so good, Ryan. Fuck me harder.”

“Good God,” he moans, his pace becoming relentless, his breath heavy and uneven, like he’s racing to the finish.

I’m so close I can feel it building, so I shift slightly, sliding my hand between my legs to rub my clit. His grip tightens, and with one last powerful thrust, he releases, his body tremblingbeneath me as I follow, my orgasm pulsing through me, squeezing around his cock.

I collapse onto him, too tired and satisfied to even lift myself so he can pull out. I just melt into him.

Ryan’s arms wrap around me, holding me tight, our sweaty bodies sticking together. He lets out a deep sound from his chest—a mix between a grunt and a laugh. “I love doing that with you.”

I grin, lifting my face to meet his, brushing a sweet kiss against his lips. “I love it too.” He kisses me again, slow and deliberate, and I eventually roll off him, my limbs heavy with exhaustion.

I head to the bathroom to clean up, and when I come back, Ryan takes his turn washing up. I settle back into the bed, sinking into the comfort of the sheets. When he returns, he slides in beside me, pulling me close. Snuggling into him feels incredible—like we’re intimate in every way, not just physically. Everything about tonight has been incredible.

“Nowwhat are you thinking?” I ask, a smile tugging at my lips as I look up at him.

“Hmm.” Ryan’s fingers trace lazy, soothing patterns on my back. “I’m thinking I want to know everything about you.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, what do you want to know?”

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