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Much as he wanted to get lost in her gaze, take his time, love her the way she deserved, he could only resist her pleas for so long.

He pressed all the way to the hilt, his balls tight against her ass. He leaned down to kiss her, to suck her tongue into his mouth as he pulled out, then drove hard back into her welcoming and yielding sex.

She grunted through their kiss in a most unladylike fashion and he loved it enough that he did it again, this time hard enough that it shoved her up the bed.

She pulled at him, tugged at him, and lifted herself up to him. He lowered himself to cover her and her legs immediately wrapped around him, holding him. She wriggled and ground herself on his cock, her nipples dragging against his chest.

He mimicked her hold on his face with hers between his palms. “You’re my life, pretty girl.”

“Mmm… And you’re the one I never imagined I’d have.”

He smiled. “In more ways than one.”

“Mmm. Yes…”

She let him slow the pace for a moment, two at the most before she squeezed her thighs against him and surged up into his body. He took the hint and with a piston-like motion, moved in and out of her, rubbing against her nipples.

Her breathing was labored, breaking whenever she exhaled. She was reaching, climbing and Gus would be there when she got to the top and with her when she came back down.

Her arms dropped to the bed, fisted the sheets, twisted. She cried out, whimpered, and her mouth opened on a silent scream. She gasped his name, her muscles clenching around his cock. He pushed her harder, prolonging the orgasm that shook her. Her eyes, once hazy with lust began to clear. He wasn’t ready for that. He just needed a couple more… minutes.

He dragged his teeth over her bottom lip, tugging it, and her eyes darkened just enough for him to lose himself in their heat, their love. He shoved deep inside her, poured himself into her, filled her… Mated with her.

His body trembled and shivered as the sweat coating his skin cooled in the aftermath.

Gus let go of her lip, laved it with his tongue before kissing her with all the love in his heart.

“You’re going to wear me out if we go at it like this all the time.”

“We don’t have to go at it like this all the time.”

Gus looked down at her, brow raised. “When have you ever not wanted to go at it like this?”

“I…”

“Name me one time since our first time, that you haven’t practically sexed me alive?”

“Sexed you?”

“Fucked me? Whatever you call it, it’s like… Damn, pretty girl…”

She shoved at him and he fell to the side of her. She raised up on an elbow and stared him down. “Complaining?”

“Not in the least.”

“Good…” She drew the word out and leaned down, licked at the outline of his shoulder tattoo.

“Why? What are you thinking?” he asked, suddenly very wary of her and her intentions, especially when she inched closer and draped one leg over his hips. She was the one with the gleam in her eyes this time.

“Oh, nothing… Except… Well, maybe round two. Only this time, I get to be in the driver’s seat.”

Gus lifted his head and looked down his body. “I can’t go again.”

Her smile lit up the room and she gathered herself to kneel beside him with her hand sliding between his legs. “Not yet…”