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I arch my back as his fingers curl inside me, “It feels so fucking good. Oh my God,” I answer, my voice breathy.

“Sly,” he corrects.

“It feels so fucking good, Sly,” I try again, hoping to please him as he pleases me.

In a matter of moments, I’m coming with a loud cry, my entire body shaking as the orgasm spreads through my veins and threatens to lull me away into bliss. Once it starts to fade, he removes his mouth and fingers and maneuver’s me so that my stomach is pressed against the back of the couch and my knees are buried in the cushions. My back is to him and I look over my shoulder to see what he plans on doing next. My legs feel like they’re made of jelly and I struggle to stay upright, leaning my weight on the back of the couch for support.

He strips behind me, tossing his clothes in a pile on the ground haphazardly. He doesn’t take his eyes off of me once. My ass is up in the air, my juices coating my inner thighs. I’m giving him quite the show and under normal circumstances, I would probably be insecure about my current position, but it’s impossible to feel anything aside from perfect with Sly.

Once he’s completely naked, I watch him over my shoulder close the distance between our bodies. He places a hand on my hip to steady me, rubbing his already hard cock through my folds and into my arousal. “Sly, I need you inside of me,” I whine, desperate for him.

He makes eye contact with me and smirks, “You’re soimpatient, Kane.”

I shake my butt a little to emphasize my point, “I never said I wasn’t. Now, please fuck me already.”

Sly doesn’t argue, pressing the crown of his cock against my entrance and sinking himself all the way inside a moment later. I gasp around the fullness of having him inside of me. He pulls back out and sinks back in, creating a rhythm with an edge to it. Yesterday when we had sex, it was slower and more explorative. Today, it’s hard and desperate and I’m okay with both.

He pounds into me hard and fast, his other hand moving up to pinch and tease my nipples. In minutes, I already feel another orgasm coming. My muscles clench around him, squeezing him as he drives into me harder and harder. He groans at the feeling, “Yeah, baby. Squeeze my cock with that perfect pussy.”

My eyes practically roll to the back of my head with his words. He removes his hand from my nipple and uses both to push my legs closer together, making my walls tighter around him. We both groan at how good it feels and with this new pressure, I already feel another orgasm coming. He must be on the same page as me because his pace starts to slow and in another couple of minutes, he’s slowing to a halt.

He stops as he spills his seed inside of me, his arms coming around me to hold me in an embrace from behind. We’re both a mess of breathlessness and pleasure. Some sweat too.

When his release fades away, he withdraws from inside of me and flips me onto the couch so that I lay on the cushions face up. He opens my legs and stares directly at my pussy, watching his release drip out of me and onto the couch.

“Fuck, Kane.” He gives me a devilish look before looking back at my pussy. “Such a perfect fucking pussy.”

He lowers himself so that he’s on top of me and brings his mouth down to mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and lose myself on this studio couch with Slater Nicks.

CHAPTER 13

Aria

Did you know thatthere are an average of fifty-thousand spidersper acrein green areas? I did not know this and I will nowneverbe entering a green area again. Thank you, TikTok. I suddenly feel a weird itch on my arm and slap my arm, fearful that it could be a spider. When my hand comes up clean, I shake my head at myself and close TikTok. Vibe officially ruined.

Two nights ago, Sly and I had mind blowing studio sex that neither of us has forgotten. He slept over my house that night and we continued the sex marathon and then this morning, we parted ways. Sly had a meeting with Steve and Selene about his settlements and charges, something none of them wanted me present for, and I had lyrics to write. I was slightly offended that I was blacklisted from the meeting, but Sly had made me come so many times this morning that I didn’t put up much of an argument. He kissed me goodbye very affectionately and explained I was uninvited because I worry too much. I couldn’t argue on that one because if overthinking and worrying was a job, I would be a billionaire. Well, I am a billionaire, but that isn’t my job.

After his meeting, we had scheduled studio time to work and then more obligations after, so we haven’t been able to see much of each other until now. He texted me to let myself in since he was in the shower and I did, but he’s taking a while and I banned myself from TikTok, so I’m bored.

I hear a spray of water from inside the bathroom and get an idea. I grin as I quickly leap out of his bed and strip completelynaked. I toe into the bathroom and into the shower with him. He must sense my presence the entire time because he asks, “Aria Kane, are you trying to take advantage of me while I’m vulnerable in the shower?”

I laugh because he speaks around water, the showerhead right above his head as he rinses his shampoo from his hair, “Maybe. Is that a problem with you?”

He wipes water from his eyes and quips, “Baby, I was hoping you would. Why do you think I was taking so long?”

I swat his chest and laugh, “Seriously? You had me out there watching TikToks about spiders and getting itchy.”

He shrugs, “Shouldn’t have taken so long to get naked then.”

I open my mouth to make a witty comment in return but he silences me by crashing his mouth down against mine. My back presses into the cold, glass shower door, the spray of water soaking my hair and running down both of our faces.

His hands start to wander lower and lower until his fingers are inside of me and I’m moaning into his mouth. He kisses and bites the skin of my neck and I throw my head back in pleasure. “I love the way your body reacts to me,” he whispers against my neck.

His fingers create a stable rhythm as they move in and out of me, curling in the right places and using the perfect amount of pressure. In moments I already feel that familiar warmth forming low in my body and spreading throughout all of my muscles and all of my veins. “Are you gonna come, Kane?”

I nod, “Yes!” I cry out.

Just as the orgasm is on the tip of my tongue, he withdraws his fingers and leaves me panting, aching with need for his fingers inside of me once more. The feeling of being so close to the edge, ready to jump off and being pulled back onto the surface has me so restless. “What was that?” I snap, the irritation of the incomplete feeling making me quick to anger.

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