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And when he pulled out, twisted his hips just so, he threw accelerant on that fire.

My body ignited.

“Xander,” I moaned.

“Nola,” he groaned.

And when I tilted my head back, still keeping his eyes, his eyes moved to the smooth expanse of my throat, and then he said, “Fuck, gorgeous.”

I used my hands as leverage against the glass, shoved my pussy into each of his thrusts.

His veins were popping.

His muscles were flexing, and then I caught it.

The need.

The heat.

All for me.

And that accelerant he threw on my fire... well... it caused it to spark.

Sparks flew all around me as I came.

Hard.

Long.

Deep.

I felt it in my toes, which caused them to curl.

He pulled out once, and then slammed inside of me, cumming with me.

We both stilled.

Eyes locked.

Chests heaving.

“Fuck me.” He whispered.

I winked, “I just did.”

He chuckled.

When he pulled out of me, I moaned.

He winked, “I would live in your pussy if I could.”

I started to ask him why he didn’t, but I didn’t.

Why didn’t he decide to stay inside of me and cuddle instead of pulling away from me at the first chance he got?

Now wasn’t the time.

We were learning about each other.

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