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“Oh, God,” she cried, arching her back. Her body was wound tight and trembling uncontrollably as she climaxed, her cum gushing down my thighs. I felt the pressure building inside me, shooting up my spine, ricocheting down to my core. My balls tightened, and my orgasm ripped through my entire fucking body.

Pulling out had never been this difficult, but I did it and grabbed my cock, stroking hard and fast before pulsing the white ribbons of my release onto her stomach. A groan echoed from the back of my throat, and my legs weakened, threatening to give way beneath me. I leaned forward, placing a hand on the counter as I waited for the last tremors of my orgasm to wrack through me. My mind was hazy, and I couldn’t form a single coherent thought while I waited for the remnants of my pleasure to subside. I had never experienced something this intense with anyone in my entire fucking life.

Out of breath and with sweat trickling down the sides of my face, I looked up at her. She looked so goddamn beautiful, her chest moving rapidly, both of us struggling to catch our breath. Sex was a damn good look on this woman.

When she opened her eyes and our gazes met, the words came rolling out of my mouth. “We are definitely doing that again.”

Chapter 12

KARINA

“We are definitelynotdoing that again.”

I shimmied into my dress, pulling it up and over my hips before tucking my breasts underneath the stretchy black fabric.

Lorik zipped up his pants, a big-ass smirk on his face. “Oh, I know for a fact we are doing that again.”

“No way. I told you, just once, and you agreed.”

“Yeah, well, that was before.”

“Before what?”

He didn’t bother buttoning up his pants, the trail of dark hair disappearing behind the zipper of his jeans. Ugh, that “V.” Those prominent, sexy as hell clefts were beckoning me to spread my legs—again.Can someone say “slut?”

He strolled toward me, confidence oozing out of him like venom, poison I knew was lethal—for me, anyway.

“Before I knew how fucking amazing it would feel to be buried so deep inside your pussy, having your walls close in around me as you squeeze my cock for every ounce of your pleasure.”

Oh, come on! Dirty talk?I was a damn sucker for dirty talk.

I swallowed hard as he stepped right up to me, his eyes studying my face while that familiar electricity crackled between us. It was insane how whenever we were around each other, the air was laden with sexual tension. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop myself from wanting him again. The way my body felt under his touch, the way he managed to set my insides on fire just by breathing against my skin was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. When he pushed his cock inside me earlier, I stopped breathing. With a single thrust, he managed to hit the one spot that made every muscle inside my body tense up. I had to take a moment to allow my body to adjust to him, to let the intensity of feeling him so deep inside me, stretching me to the limit gradually spread through my core. It felt too damn powerful.

He reached up and tucked a curl behind my ear, sending a wave of the most amazing chills down my spine. “Admit it, princess. You want it to happen again just as much as I do,” he cocked a brow, “or more.”

If he weren’t so damn hot, and the best lay I’d ever had, his arrogance would have been extremely unattractive. But, unfortunately, he was both those things, which was why I was currently clenching my thighs again…while still feeling the traces of my recent, mind shattering orgasm between my legs.

“Don’t call me princess.”

He grinned. “Oh, that’s right. You have a thing for people thinking you’re a princess.”

I crossed my arms defensively. “A thing? What are you, twelve?”

“Did I feel twelve when I pushed my cock inside you, when you told me I was big?” He slanted his head, his inky black hair a complete mess, yet damn perfect.

I cleared my throat uncomfortably, trying to ignore the sensual pull between us. Thinking about what it felt like, being impaled by his huge cock, had my heart jackhammering inside my chest, and my body aching for more—which was a bad thing. It was so damn wrong wanting more of him, wanting to feel him inside me again, but, by God, I couldn’t stop the desire from pooling between my legs as I stood there looking at him, wishing he would grab me, bend me over, and do with me whatever the hell he wanted.

“I need to use the bathroom.”

Lorik lifted an arm, and my torn underwear hung from his finger. “You need this?”

“Well, since you tore it to shreds, no.”

He winked at me. “Good.” He tucked the black panties in his pants pocket.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m keeping them.”

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