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“Harder,” he commands.

“Woken up feisty, have we?” I smirk.

He tightens his hold on my hair, tugging it in a way that gives me all the pleasure but still lets me know he means what he says. When his next word is, “Please,” I merely blink up at him and give him what he wants.

In less than a minute, he’s yanking me by my hair up his body. “I need to come inside that tight cunt, Darcy.”

“Fuck,” I breathe, barely able to balance myself before he’s bringing me down onto his cock in one swift, delicious motion. “You’re so fuckingbigin the morning.”

“Only for you,” he grits out, his jaw tense with the effort of holding himself back. He swirls his hips and I moan, following his rhythm like a woman enchanted. “Now ride my cock like a good girl.” His fingers dig into my hips.

“I’m close,” I gasp.

“Play with your tits, Darcy. Let me see you.”

I lever up to squeeze my breasts, the movement adjusting the angle of how he’s hitting, and moan at the unfamiliar sensation. We keep going, our bodies slicking with sweat. His eyes never leave mine.

“I love you,” I whisper.

His irises darken to a forest green as he grins naughtily. “Fuck yeah you do.”

A surprised laugh bursts out of me, and his entire body flinches at the way it makes my pussy contract around him. “That’s what you get,” I scold him.

He thrusts into me, and I gasp. “And that’s whatyouget, sweet girl. I love you, too. Now do me a favor and come,” he urges, moving his hand off my hip so he can press a thumb to my clit and circle it.

The pressure is exactly what I needed, and I throw my head back, losing myself to the heat of his touch. Every part of my body is alive, wild and free, and there, building at the edges of pleasure, is a mounting wave of intensity.

“There it is, yes,” he praises. “I can feel you. You’re almost there, baby. Squeeze me. I need you to take all my cum.”

I whimper, my legs shaking. “It’s too—I need—fuck, I—” My words break off, and I give in, shattering.

“There you go—fuck.” He grunts the last word as I shout and bear down on him, coming so hard that my vision darkens for a moment.

Then he roars, thrusting and holding as he comes, his cock pulsing inside me. I keep rolling my hips, slowly coming to a stop as his chest heaves from the early-morning exertion.

I breathe, sweaty and sated, only slightly beginning to get my bearings. I push my hair away from my face and grin goofily down at him.

He grins right back, then pulls me to his chest, the two of us still connected, and presses a kiss to my forehead. He pulls my hair into his hands, gently working out the tangles as our breathing evens out. After another few minutes, he says, “Good morning.”

I giggle. “Good morning.”

“Please feel free to wake me up like that any time you want,” he says. “Truly.Anytime.”

“Mmm,” I hum against his chest. “Only if you fuck me like that when I do.”

“Deal.”

Chapter28

Anthony

I’M A BALL of stress. I hate it.

After a shower, Darcy and I head downstairs and see that Harrison’s already there, doing his usual morning checks on the machines and cleaning the bowling shoes we rent to the patrons.

“Morning, boss,” he chirps, happy as a lark.

I grunt.

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