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“Yes. Need it. Want to come all over your big cock and have you fill me.”

His jaw clenched again as he withdrew before thrusting back in hard. I gasped, nodding. “Yes, please.” I hummed. “More of that.”

He placed one hand to the bed as he fucked into me like a wild man while he held my stare.

“Yes,” I panted. “Just there, babe.”

“Sweetheart.” As he pulled out, he glided his hand up to slide it around my neck. Feeling my erratic pulse, he thrust deep, his hand applying pressure.

Moaning, I pushed up into his touch, and his gaze darkened even more.

Something I liked a hell of a lot.

“Christ, Eve. You’re fuckin’ perfect.” He fucked in and out, driving me crazy.

His hand left my throat to slide down and cup a breast. His gaze roamed over my body, like he didn’t know where to keep his eyes.

I trailed my palms up his forearms and then to his back before raking my nails down. As soon as I did, Kayson threw his head back and groaned loudly, upping his thrusts.

When he suddenly pulled all the way out, I glared up at him.

Chuckling, he ordered, “Flip, want to see that amazing ass.”

My glare vanished. Kayson watched while rubbing his hand over his wet cock as I got to my knees in front of him.

A gasp escaped me when he slapped my ass. I dropped to my elbows, jutting my butt back, but all he did was brush a hand over each globe.

“Kayson, please,” I begged, wanting my man’s cock back.

“Soon,” he said.

I dug my fingers into the sheets when his fingers rubbed over my opening and down to my clit. He pinched, and I moaned.

I didn’t fucking care if anyone heard me.

My man was bringing my body to life.

“Christ, sweetheart. Goddamn hot.”

His tip brushed my entrance, and then, when he slammed into me, I cried out before moaning low as he pulled out and did it again.

He gripped my hips so he could fuck me over and over.

“Gonna fill your sweet pussy, Eve.”

“Please,” I panted.

“It’s gonna be dribbling out of you, and I want to watch it.”

I nodded against the mattress.

He threaded his hand into my hair and tugged my head back. “You like the idea of that?” he asked. “Of me fillin’ you with so much, I’ll get to watch it run out?”

“Yes,” I whispered. His hand twisted in my hair more as he drilled into my drenched pussy.

He pulled all the way out again and ordered, “On your back.”

I quickly rolled, and he pressed back in, fucking me while playing with my clit.