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Perfect.

Her tits bounce each time I push into her, and from her reactions, I know my dick is hitting her just right. She looks so hot and feels so good, but I keep my focus on her—her responses, her moans, her sighs, the sound of her breathing so I know she’s getting closer.

I haven’t gotten to watch her come from this angle before, and I can’t wait to watch the look of ecstasy wash over her face when she reaches her peak.

Her mouth drops open as she pants, squirming against me, and I know she’s almost …

There.

Her eyes squeeze tight as her hips lift, her pussy clamping on my dick, her body shuddering as I fuck her through another orgasm. I slow, but grip her legs so I can hold her in place and keep going, wanting to make this one last.

I’m not sure how we’ll get to number three, but I’m sure as hell gonna try.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Charity

Dylan’s grip on my thighs is almost punishing, his dick hitting my G-spot over and over and over so intensely I don’t think I can take it anymore.

With one hand gripping the pillow behind my head, I place the other on his torso. “Wait. Stop. Please.”

He slows as soon as I touch him and stops when I manage to get out the words. “Aww, Spitfire. Do you need a rest?”

Gasping, I nod. “Can we switch it up? Or lose the pillow? It’s just too much like this.”

The pillow leaves the bed before I even finish what I’m saying, ripped out from under me and tossed to the floor. He pulls out, which is both a relief and a travesty. “How about you get on top? That way you can control the intensity for yourself.”

Nodding, I roll onto my knees while he lies down. He helps me steady myself as I climb on. Reaching between us, I line him up and sink onto his dick, letting out an involuntary groan as he once again stretches my oversensitive tissues, balancing right on the edge of pleasure and pain.

“You alright?” he asks, and I nod.

Now that he’s inside me again and I have a second to adjust, it feels better. I start moving slowly, bracing my hands on his chest, experimenting with hip swivels and the different planes of movement available to me in this position.

He hums in pleasure, his hands guiding me gently toward what he enjoys.

“I thought we were going for the two-point conversion,” I murmur.

That gets a rough chuckle from him. “Oh we are. But I didn’t figure you’d be ready again so soon after the last one. You usually need a little recovery time. You getting close, though?”

Grinning, I shake my head. “Nah. Not yet. This feels good, though.”

“Yeah it does.”

He presses up against me, his hands still guiding my hips, and when I sink back onto him hard, I gasp. He flashes me a grin. “Yeah, babe. That’s the kind of sound I like to hear. Told ya we’d go for three.”

After that, there’s no more talking, intense focus coming over his face as he chases his orgasm and simultaneously drives me closer to my third.

Then he’s grinding me down onto him and pressing up at the same time, his cock jerking inside me as he comes. And silly as it sounds, I’m a little disappointed I didn’t come again with him still inside me. Still, I know better than to assume he’s not going to do his best to give me a third orgasm until and unless I tell him to stop.

I bend and kiss him before slipping off to his side. He presses a quick kiss to my shoulder before disposing of the condom and washing his hands, striding back to the bed with a purposeful gleam in his eyes.

He crawls over me like we didn’t just have sex, pressing me back into the bed until I’m flat again, his hand immediately finding its way between my legs. Sinking his fingers inside me, he grinds the heel of his palm on my clit, and oh, lord, I don’t think he’s done that before.

Lying down next to me, he gathers me to him, using his thigh to put more pressure behind his hand, grinding into my clit and rubbing my G-spot at the same time, kissing me deeply.

God, it’s so fucking hot. Eventually, I need air, and I break off the kiss, gasping.

“Yeah, babe. That’s it. Give me one more,” he murmurs, peppering kisses over my neck and chest, gently biting my nipple before making his way between my thighs again.

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