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His eyes watch me wildly like a caged beast, as I pull his boxers downward, freeing his massive cock. “Oh, fuck,” I mumble.

He’s a big man, I expected it to be big, but nothing could prepare me for how thick and powerful his dick would look. It could be studied. He’s the ideal male specimen that masculinity should strive to be.

I’ve seen pictures, watched explicit scenes in TV shows and movies, but nothing compares to Lochlan Dane.

It reminds me how much of a grown man he is and how little I know what to do with it. No wonder he refuses to have sex with me.

My swollen flesh is enveloped with warmth as I sit, straddling his length, feeling him for the first time. It’s steel beneath me, harder than I ever imagined it could be, and he doesn’t falter as I settle my weight on him.

Instead, he groans when I make contact, throwing his head back on his pillow for only a moment before his eyes return to where my pussy sits on him. My hips tip forward the slightest bit, and his entire body flinches, exhaling roughly.

“I’m not really sure what to do…” I murmur.

“Just do what feels good,” he says as I rock my hips like he was doing to me before, rubbing my clit against his cock. His eyes roll back in his head and he mutters, “Fuck.”

His reaction spurs me, and I stop overthinking, grinding against the entirety of his hard length until the tinglingfeeling in my stomach starts growing. His hands grip my hips forcefully as I ride back and forth along his cock, feeling the muscles in his legs twitching against mine.

It’s harder to reach an orgasm this way, with my muscles tensed and my momentum waning with exertion, but I’m determined. I plant my hands on his chest and use him as leverage, rocketing my body back and forth until I’m breathing heavily and I can’t keep my eyes open.

“I’m so close,” I mumble, as he starts rocking me harder against him, increasing my pace. It’s right there, I’m right there, but I need–

His cock flexes, the ridge of his head bumping against my clit, and my entire body shudders, tensing with my orgasm. My eyes flutter open, seeing that my hands strayed to his throat.

My grip tightens as I ride out my climax and he gasps roughly, thrusting his hips as his cock pulses with his release, coating his stomach with the milky substance I’ve never seen in real life.

My shocked gaze meets his, and my breath only re-enters my lungs when his mouth drops open in silent relief.

I lean forward and kiss his bottom lip, biting it lightly when he doesn’t reciprocate. “Did I do good?” I ask softly against his mouth, and I feel his slow smirk.

“Yeah, baby, you did good.”

Chapter Forty-Four

Jo

“Ineed to take a shower. I would invite you, but I know you’re sore and I don’t trust myself to behave.” He rolls off the bed until he’s sitting on the edge.

We collapsed in exhaustion next to each other for about an hour. He even texted Seiver and Hayes to let them know he wouldn’t be available until later.

The man who never takes a day off wanted to spend the morning in bed with me.

“I’m too tired to move anyway.” I giggle, and he tilts his head to the side to smile at me. I reach out and trace the tattoo of claw marks tearing down his left shoulder blade.

“Be right back.” He murmurs after my fingertips drop to the bed.

I can’t believe all that we’ve done since last night. I finally feel like a real woman, taking control of my life and enjoying the touch of a man. A man of my choosing.

I flip onto my side, snuggling into the blankets, when a paper catches my eye. It’s upside down on his nightstand, and when I turn it over, I smile.

He drew me. I’m naked, posed sensually with my hands inmy flowing hair, and my back arched, accentuating my hips.

The same hips that probably have bruises from his fingertips because he never wants to let them go.

Maybe he’ll let me keep this one.

A shrill honk sounds from outside, making me jump.

I crawl out of bed to inspect, recognizing the car and the person in it instantly.

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