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Sweat clung to my skin, and I wiggled my ass on the third thrust, which had him slapping the side of it.

The sting only added to the pleasure.

“Oh, God. Oh, God.”

I turned my head to look back at him.

He grinned, slapping my ass again.

I crossed my arms on the floor and buried my head into it, just trying to ride this out.

He reached around me until he found my clit, and he rubbed the swollen nub around in circles until I was wiggling my ass against him as well.

“Fucking come,” he commanded.

And that was all it took.

I came a fifth time, the small of my back spasmed over the release, and it didn’t take him long to come.

Wet, messy liquid poured out between us, and I cried out, letting my body fall to the floor and unable to do anything more but lie there and take it all in.

I couldn’t believe how many orgasms he had gotten out of me, and now…

I was completely and utterly useless.

I let out a small whine in protest when Xavier pulled out of me, feeling more liquid heat spurt out, but he was only adjusting our position so that he was lying on the floor, and I was on top of him.

I buried my face in his sweat-coated chest, trying to breathe along with him, counting down every time his chest pushed in and out from his heavy breathing.

When I didn’t feel so useless, when I was sure I could speak, I looked up and met his warm brown eyes.

There was the Xavier I knew.

As much as I liked the Xavier from before, I didn’t think I could handle him without this sweet Xavier as well.

“Okay?” he asked softly.

I swallowed before I answered. “What was that?”

He moved strands of my hair away from my face, his eyes taking me in intently. “What do you think it was?”

I looked off to the side. “You want to prove that I belong to you.”

He nodded. “Just as much as I belong to you. Don’t you see? Don’t you feel how good it is between us? Even when I’m trying to make this about sex, I can’t. You think we have to put a label on our relationship? Call me your boyfriend, baby, if that’s what you want, butboyfriendis just too tame of a word, don’t you think?”

I swallowed. “Yeah, I get it.”

He smiled.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “But this doesn’t mean I like it to always be like this. If that’s the case, I won’t be able to walk in the future.”

He laughed. “I can carry you.”

I slapped his chest. “I’m being serious.”

He retaliated by slapping my ass. “So am I.”

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