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“Look at you,” he murmured, watching the way I arched into him, the way my thighs quivered. His thumb brushed my clit, slick and swollen, pressing just enough to make my body jerk.

I whimpered.

His lips curled.

“Gonna cum for me, Princess?” His voice was all taunt, all wicked amusement.

I hated him for it. But my body didn’t care. Pleasure coiled tightly, my breath catching as I clenched around him. He felt it—saw it—and his smirk deepened, dragging me to the edge with ruthless precision.

“Connor—” I gasped.

“I know.” His thrusts turned devastating, his fingers pressing, circling—forcing me over.

I shattered.

It was too much. Too intense. I screamed his name, my body locking as waves of pleasure ripped through me.

Connor groaned, his pace faltering, his cock pulsing inside me as his hands returned to my hips and he chased his own release. But it wasn’t enough. Not for him.

His breath was hot against my throat as he rolled his hips, keeping himself buried deeply as his cock throbbed and jerked inside of me. My body still trembled, oversensitive, wrecked from the orgasm he tore from me. The last thing I expected was for him to spread my ass and run a finger over my tight hole.

“Connor.” I stiffened. But he knew how to unravel me. His arm crept around my waist, dipping low between my legs until his fingers could brush my clit. My cunt spasmed at the touch.

“You’re still so fucking wet for me,” he whispered. “Let me in, Summer. I want to feel your ass squeezing my fingers when I make you cum again.”

I should’ve pushed him away. That was a boundary we hadn’t crossed yet—but the thought of leaving made my heart ache.

Connor moved again—his softening cock pushing into me with a slow grind that reached deep enough to make my toes curl. My resolve shattered.

“…Fine.”

His breath hitched. “That’s my girl.”

I wished he’d kiss me, but I settled for his finger pressing into my hole, teasing me open, preparing me. I whimpered, burying my face into his pillow until all I could smell and feel washim.

Connor took his time, stretching my hole slowly but surely and twisting his other fingers around my clit. When my body locked and my breath hitched,when I fought against the stretch, he murmured, “Breathe for me, baby.”

I did.

I couldn’t deny him anything.

His fingers stroked, teasing my clit, my body still too raw from my orgasm, too sensitive, too responsive. He felt the way I shuddered, the way my hips twitched against his touch.

“Tell me you like this,” he whispered, pressing a kiss on my neck. “Tell me you don’t want me to stop.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, hating that he was right. His body weight kept me in place, his thighs pressing against mine, his cock twitching deep inside me. All the sensations… God, it was wonderful.

I bit my lip, hard, trying to keep from making a sound. But Connor could feel it in my body. He could feel the way Itensed, the way my breath hitched, the way I was already melting beneath him, already caving.

His breath caressedmy skin. “I’m going to add another finger, baby.”

I let out a shaky breath, fighting against myself. I should say no. I should push him away. I should walk away from this for good. But then he moved again—slow, grinding movements that made me aware of exactly how wet I was between my legs. And how it dripped down my thighs. That combined with how his hands were still teasing my clit, coaxing pleasured spasms between my legs.

My resolve shattered. I turned my face away, ashamed of how easily he won.

“…Fine.”

Connor’s breath caught.

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