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“Can we start whenever I want, too?” she mocks.

I chuckle at her frustration and press the head of my cock to her clit, gliding it up and down before gripping her hips and hauling her to me.

Her mouth opens slightly as she prepares for more. I slowly press inside, watching one bar after the other disappear inside her. I clench my jaw and focus, because fuck, she’s tight. “You’re doing so good, just relax.”

At the halfway mark, she shakes her head. “It’s not going to fit, is it?”

I chuckle, pulling out and slowly pushing in again. “Almost there . . . We’re not stopping until you take all of this.”

I tuck my chin, spitting on her clit once more, and she swallows the rest of my length. She’s so tight I need a second to adjust. Pausing, I blow out a slow breath while I drink her in. “Goddamn . . .”

“Yeah,” she rasps, breathless. “It’s so good, I can barely think.”

I chuckle, almost dazed. “You feel fucking incredible.”

Anna props up on her elbows, glancing down, undoubtedly admiring the way we fit together.

“Nice view?” She’s seeing exactly what she does to me.

She nods, chest heaving as she studies the way I drag out slowly and sink back inside.

“I love watching my body take yours,” she whispers, a small tremor rolling through her parted thighs. “Seeing you buried in me . . .”

“We look good together,” I murmur, repeating the motion slowly. “Christ, you have a pretty pussy.”

She watches me like she’s mesmerized by every slow, deliberate thrust, her pupils blown wide as she takes my heavy length. I savor all of it—her parted lips, her sexy thighs, and those whimpers she can’t hold back.

When she’s satisfied with the show, she collapses onto her back with a soft expression and I give it to her a little harder just to see how well she takes it. Anna wraps her legs around me and moans. I drop to my elbows and drive into her harder.

“Like that . . . I love when you fuck me like that. Don’t be gentle, make me take it.”

No way will I last if she continues saying those things.

Clasping her wrists above her head, I revel the way she arches into me, taking my dick in one thrust. The certainty and trust reflected in her eyes buries behind my ribs. How could anyone hurt this incredible woman? I’m going to show her how it should have been. She didn’t have it then, but I can give it to her now.

Anna fists the sheets and her pussy constricts even tighter. “God, Casper . . . I’m so close already.”

“I’ve got you. You’re doing so good. You’re so fucking tight, Duchess.” Releasing her wrists, I delve a hand into her pink locks and kiss her, tasting every delicious whimper. I take my time, tipping her head back just enough to see her fight for more. My hand untangles from her hair, traveling down her body between her slick thighs until I reach her swollen clit. She’s so goddamn wet.

I dip my head and bite her shoulder, grinning when she gives a little flinch.

Her nails dig into my back and I welcome the sting—proof of how much she wants it, and how fucking proud I am to have earned a place with her. Anna’s wet cunt gorges on my heavy cock, and I lavish the juicy, obscene sounds. This woman owns my soul.

“Shit, I’m going to come.” Her hands cover mine, and her mouth drops open on a silent scream—she can’t hold it any longer.

She clenches, and it’s clear I won’t be able to get her twice, not this time. Her gaze settles on me and I feast on it.

“Don’t think, just feel. I’ll take it from here.” I sit up on my knees and grab her waist, fucking her on my cock. “Keep looking at me. That’s it, just let it happen, baby.”

I watch in slow motion as she comes, every inhale, every tremor, memorizing the exact way she surrenders to the pleasure—selflessly offering it to me. She grips my cock like a vise, sending waves of pulses straight to my core.

As I pinch her clit between my fingers, she cries out my name—and the fucking desperation in her voice drives me right to the brink.

“Goddamn, you’re perfect.” Releasing her clit, I spread her thighs wider and ease through the aftershocks with deliberate strokes. I’m completely lost in the sight of her body—trembling, pulsing, and still clenching around every inch of my pierced cock. So fucking hot. “You did so well, I’m so fucking proud of you.”

I don’t want to miss a moment of this, I stave off the pressure to finish while I relish the scene in front of me. Her hands grip me like I’m the only thing keeping her tethered to earth, and I fucking love it. The way she lets go completely—it’s breathtaking.

I continue pumping inside her until the last bit of her tension releases and then I snap. I press my forehead to hers, trying to slow it down and stretch it out, but there’s no way of stopping my orgasm as it tears through me. It’s rare for me to lose control, but she steals it before asking. Thrust after thrust, she takes me while I fill her with cum.