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Keeping our eye contact, I reached between us and took him in my hand, positioning him at my opening, and sank down slowly. The stretch of him opening me up drew a sound out of me I couldn’t have stopped if I’d tried, a whimper and groan. His fingers dug into my hips. His head pressed back into the pillow, throat working, the tendons in his neck standing out sharply.

I set the pace. Slow, at first, rolling my hips forward and back in a long, grinding rhythm, taking him deep and then drawing back until just the head of him remained inside me, then sinking down again. His breath came out in a hiss through his teeth. His hips pushed up to meet me once, instinctive, and then he caught himself, jaw clenching with the effort of holding back. Letting me have this.

Leaning forward, I braced my hands against his chest and rode him harder, chasing the angle that made my world explode, and found it, felt it bloom outward from the place where we were joined, rolling through me in waves. I clenched around him, and his whole body shuddered beneath mine, a groan tearing out of him that he’d clearly been trying to hold back.

He was close. I could feel it in the way his thighs had gone rigid beneath me, in the way his hands had stopped trying to guide and were simply gripping, holding on. His breath came in short, sharp pulls.

But instead of letting himself go, he pulled me off with gentle but unyielding hands, then flipped me onto my belly in one smooth motion.

The anticipation hung heavy in the air between us. I could feel the tension building, the electricity crackling with unspoken desire. His touch was both commanding and tender, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both.

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THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY

Damon

Moonlight spilled across Mikayla's bare shoulders, catching in the wild strands of hair scattered over her cheek. Her breathing was uneven, her body warm and pliant beneath mine.

I gathered her hair, twisting it gently off her neck, and pressed my lips to the soft dip where shoulder met vertebrae. Her scent was wild and sweet, a collision of citrus from her shampoo and the raw heat of her skin. I traced my tongue down the elegant line of her spine, savoring the way she quivered under my mouth, then kissed all the way to the base.

When I reached her ass, I nipped the curve, then soothed it with a tongue-flat lick before spreading her cheeks apart with both hands. I ran my tongue slowly up her center, and she gasped, her hips jerking back against my mouth. I did it again, longer this time, pressing harder, and her fingers twisted into the sheets. Her body trembled as her breath dissolved into short, broken sounds, she buried her face in the pillow.

I pulled back just enough to instruct gruffly, “Get on your knees.”

She obeyed instantly, rising up on all fours, before resting on her forearms. Her ass was in the air, a perfect invitation, her head turned to the side as she looked back, needy and defiant at the same time.

I couldn’t stop myself from running my palm slowly over her rounded cheeks, squeezing, and she moaned. “Spread your legs,” I commanded. I wanted to see her, every slick, swollen inch of her.

She widened her knees, her hips rolling in a slow, involuntary circle that had my cock throbbing. I ran two fingers along the seam—just enough pressure to part those folds without entering—and then circled back up to find her clit engorged and slick against my touch. She jerked at the contact but didn’t pull away, she pushed back onto my hand like she couldn’t stand another second without being filled.

Still gripping one hip tightly, I guided myself between her thighs and notched the head right at her wet entrance—swollen and slick with her arousal—and started easing forward millimeter by millimeter until just the tip breached inside.

She gasped at first penetration; the sound stifled in the crook of her elbow where she’d buried half her face. “Fuck,” came muffled but frantic as she worked herself back against me.

A slow withdrawal drew more obscenities from us both. I loved teasing that sensitive ring but loved even more how frantically needy it made us feel. On my next push I didn’t stop until half my cock disappeared inside her tight heat, and it almost undid me right there. Her walls clamped around me, overly sensitive or greedy or both.

Her entire body trembled. It would’ve been easy to break control entirely, but instead I slowed down again until nothing remained except torturous shallow plunges barely sinking past her opening.

She writhed helplessly until finally finding words. “I want all of you. Harder. Deeper.”

That was all it took for my self-restraint to snap cleanly in two. I drove into her in one punishing thrust.

“Yes,” she cried.

I did it again and again, each thrust paired with a dirty declaration that turned her on even more. ‘You’re fucking gorgeous like this.”

“Take it all baby, take every fucking inch.”

“Come for me, come on my cock.”

And she did. I wrapped both arms around those full hips for leverage, lifted one knee higher under hers so their alignment forced entry even deeper than before, and nearly blacked out myself when sensation reached fever pitch. She came then—a full body spasm—with high-pitched whimpers and cries echoing my groans perfectly until we peaked together.

My orgasm didn’t simply crest; it detonated, a shattering quake that started low in my gut and ripped outward until even my fingertips and scalp buzzed with raw electricity. I gripped her hips so hard I feared I’d left marks, not out of dominance but out of some primal need to anchor myself to this moment, to her. The world squeezed in tight and white-hot, every sound lost except the frantic thud of my own heart and the collision of our skin as I lost my fucking mind inside her.

Her orgasm clashed with mine, which made everything even more intense, the way her body milked mine for every last pulse until I was empty and spent and so fucking happy I could’ve died right there.

For a long time after, neither of us moved. We stayed locked together, gasping into the hush, her hair a wild curtain over her cheek. She’d collapsed fully against the bed, still caged by my arms, cheek pressed into the pillow as I nuzzled the side of her face. Our bodies told the truth when our words were too stunned to form. I’d never felt this complete, this vulnerable and out of control.