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Leaning forward, I place a chaste kiss across his lips. It’s the first time I’ve initiated a kiss between us, and I sense the relief as it washes through him.

“I don’t know. But I can tell you this,” I say softly, heart beating in my ears. “My place might be on a monthly contract, but I have absolutely zero intention of leaving. Right now, I want to be around you and your amazing boy.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE

SAWYER

“Ride my dick, Baby Girl. I want to see those perfect tits of yours bouncing above me.”

I’m positive we’ve both lost track of time since we burst through my front door, and I flung her over my shoulder, carrying her up the stairs toward my bedroom.

“You want me to fuck your cock, Sawyer?” Collins asks, voice laced with desire.

“I want you to bury it inside that tight pussy and rock over me until you’re seeing stars,” I reply, rolling off her and onto my back.

She rises onto her knees and straddles me, gripping my cock in her palm and pumping it a couple of times before slowly sinking down until I’m seated deep inside her.

On the first rock of her hips, I throw my arms behind my head, gripping the roots of my hair and pulling the strands hard. Not counting the orgasm I gave her in the parking lot, she’s climaxed multiple times since I got her back in my bed, and I’m determined to hold off on blowing my load for as long as I can.

She moves over me a second time, casually fucking my cock.

Collins braces her palms on the tops of my thighs, and she moans. When she throws her head back it adjusts the angle of her body and the way her pussy grips me, the sensation sending crushing pressure to the base of my spine.

I can tell she likes it more than the first night we spent together—the noises from her mouth and pussy leave me in no doubt. She’s comfortable with me tonight, taking what she wants from my body and not fighting the undeniable connection between us.

Still, I want more. I want to prove myself to her—inside the bedroom and out of it. I want her to realize I can be the only guy she needs.

“I’m coming all over your dick,” she gasps, eyes back on mine. “Want to see?”

I lift up onto my elbows as she moves her hips over me and then lifts off, and I see it—her release streaming from her, flowing over my dick and down to my tight balls.

“I’ve never known a girl who could get so damn wet,” I praise. “Tell me you only get this wet with me.”

She doesn’t answer, and I choose to ignore any potential disappointment. Just because I asked the question doesn’t mean I’ll get a response—or the one I want to hear.

Sensing she’s tiring, I grip her hips and keep our rhythm steady. I’m not nearly done with her tonight.

“What’s your favorite position?”

She looks down at me, the pink flush on her cheeks growing darker. “The hot seat.”

I interlace my fingers with hers, and she continues to ride me.

“That seems a little tame for a girl who likes to be whipped.”

Despite my comment, I still have every intention of giving her what she wants, and with her still riding my dick, I drop her hands and edge across the bed, sitting on the end and placing my feet flat on the floor.

We’re face-to-face as I sit up and take my weight on extended arms. “For the hot seat, you need to spin around and spread your thighs over mine, Baby Girl.”

I can’t be sure if she registered what I said since she continues to face me, slowing the rocking of her hips to almost a complete stop.

Pieces of her hair stick to her slick forehead, and her eyeliner is smeared in a similar way to that first night.

Just how I like it.

It’s obvious she has something to say but is fighting it.

“What is it?” I ask.

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