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A sexy mewl lets me know I’ve hit the spot that will soon have her shaking. When she doesn’t respond, I add another finger and prop my body over hers, needing to see her face as my possession grows stronger.

I don’t give a fuck if the dudes in books aren’t real. The only man getting this pussy wet is me.

“Do you hear me?” I press.

Fia’s lip slides between her teeth, and her shiny emerald eyes peer up at me through sleepy lashes.

“Jealous of a fictional man, Parker?”

“You’re damn right I am.”

Flipping her onto her back, I leave my fingers inside of her, loving the way her body relaxes as I explore it.

“Are you sore?”

Last night, I wasn’t delicate, but I couldn’t be.

“Kinda,” she says, taking the strong stroke of my fingers like a damn goddess.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. Can I feel you one more time, baby, please?”

Sounding damn close to my own, Fia begs softly. “Please.”

Needing to be inside of her, I widen her legs, placing myself between them, lining the head of my cock at her entrance. As she gives me a nod of approval, her sleepy eyes open just a bit wider, my dick sliding so perfectly into her wet center.

“Mmm, baby, I crave you constantly.”

Fia’s nails claw at my back as my hips grind into hers, creating the most perfect friction.

“Oh my god,” she whispers.

I quicken my pace, but not too fast. I want to savor her this morning, feel every inch of her—make love.

“I want to ride you, Jett,” she mewls, and fuck, it makes me leak a little.

While keeping myself inside her, I flip us over, and she adjusts her legs on either side of me. Rising tall on my cock, she wiggles gently so she can get me deeper than ever before.

“Fuuuck.”

“I feel you everywhere,” she cries out as her body finds its rhythm.

I reply to her words over and over in my head, trying to figure out if there’s some sort of hidden message, hoping that just maybe, feeling me everywhere isn’t just physical.

“Me too,” I whisper.

Almost on her haunches, Fia continues to ride me, using her flexibility and strength to hold herself up as she brings a hand to her clit. As she plays with herself, I feel her tighten on me, and have to redirect my release to have a few more moments admiring her.

“You like playing with your pretty little pussy while you ride my dick?”

I smirk, enjoying how open she’s allowing herself to be, how trusting she is to chase her own pleasure as I watch.

“I’m going to come.” Her voice shakes with the same rhythm as her legs.

“Yeah, baby. Come on my cock. Make a mess of me.”

Her hand strums quickly, her motions growing sloppy. She’s too strung out to care, and I’m fucking obsessed with it.

“Oh—”