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I groan. “You don’t need to ask.”

A smile tugs at her lips and she shifts to her knees and unzips my jeans, pushing the denim over my hips. My heavy shaft bobs when it’s free, begging for her sweet lips to wrap around it.

Ember lets out a nervous breath, her fingers wrapping around my thickness. Pleasure whips through me, my balls heavy, aching, her touch intoxicating. I groan as her head lowers, her hair spilling forward, that sweet little tongue of hers darting out to lick the bead of cum.

Then her mouth wraps around the head, and she licks and sucks, stroking me expertly, my cock throbbing and engorged and aching with a pleasure that’s almost unbearable.

A harsh groan rumbles through my chest. “Holy hell, Em.”

She keeps sucking, glancing up at me with a look of pure rapture. Those sweet, sultry lips stretch around my thickness, and I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen anything better than watching her suck me off, so much pleasure in her eyes.

My fingers tangle in her hair. “You’re the sexiest woman in the world, you know that?”

She lets out a small whimper, her tongue swirling over the crest of my cock.

I’ve never known this type of need before. More intoxicating than any drug. More powerful than any song. I swear I can feel my heart beating at the same rhythm as her own. Her spark, set a fire inside of me, a blaze amidst the ashes and destruction.

She burned a path straight to my soul.

My muse.

Nothing else matters in this moment but her. The burning heat. The intense pleasure that rages between us. Even if I try, there’s no way I can stay emotionally distant from her.

It’s so fucking good. But her mouth is shredding my self-control.

“Come here,” I moan, pulling her mouth free andher up toward me. I kiss her, rough, desperate and she returns my needy kiss with as much ferocity. “You make me so damn hard, Em.”

Her lips tug up in a smile and she licks her lips. “I like doing that to you.”

I groan. “Lay down for me, sweetheart.”

She does, and I finish undressing her, slowly dragging her panties over her hips, and licking, kissing, caressing her skin. She tastes like sunlight and fresh air.

“So damn sweet.”

“Ash,” she whispers my name as I find her clit with my tongue. Her body jerks and her pussy tightens around my fingers when I press two inside her.

Her fingers dig into my scalp and her hips arch. I stroke her until her desperate cries fill the room.

“I need you inside of me,” she whimpers, her eyes dazed with pleasure when she looks at me.

I lift myself up, reaching to the nightstand for the condom she’s left out. I work it over the length of my shaft, aware of Ember watching my every move. I love the way she looks at me.

It’s not like the fan-girls, the ones who just want to fuck me, to say they slept with a rock god. Ember looks at me like she sees me. Fully. Completely. And my chest squeezes when I recognize the emotions that flicker in her eyes.

She’s falling, just like me.

Or maybe we’re soaring. Because that’s what this feels like.

I press her thighs apart with my knee, my cock pressed against her warm entrance, and hold her gaze as I fill her. She whimpers as my cock stretches her, working my way into the tight, sensitive depths.

Her hips move with mine as I start to thrust, each movement stroking my senses, building up to a crescendo. Pleasure tears through me with each stroke, perspiration beading on my forehead.

Ember’s cries get louder, and I have to quiet her with my kiss.

Her pussy clenches around my cock, and I know I’m close to the edge. So is she, I can see it in her half-masked eyes. Control is forgotten. I thrust harder, fill her completely, the tip of my cock touching the back of her womb.

“Shit, Em,” I breathe out roughly, my own voice sounding like a guttural cry.

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