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He lifts me again, positioning me on my back on the table. His body covers mine, and he lines his cock up with my entrance.

"Ready, little chaos?" His voice is rough, but his eyes stay on mine.

I nod.

He pushes in slow, stretching my pussy inch by inch.

I cry out at the fullness, wrapping my legs around his waist.

For a second, everything is too much. The pressure. The heat. Vex above me, watching my face like nothing else in the world matters.

Then my body begins to relax around him.

The sharpness eases, leaving something hotter behind.

Something that makes me pull him closer instead of pushing him away.

"Vex."

"I've got you, darlin'."

He gives me time to adjust before he starts moving again.

Slow at first.

Then deeper. Steadier.

I cling to his shoulders, my nails digging into his back as the table creaks beneath us.

A completely inappropriate thought flashes through my head.

At least his woodworking holds up under pressure.

Then Vex moves again, and there goes my ability to think.

The pleasure builds until there's no room left for nerves or coherent thought, only him and the overwhelming sensation of being wrapped around each other.

When release finally hits, it tears through me hard enough to leave me shaking beneath him.

Vex follows with a rough groan against my neck, holding me tight as the last of it rolls through us.

For a while, I just lie there beneath him, breathless and boneless.

Well.

So much for ever eating at this table again without remembering what was on the menu today.

Vex lifts his head and catches me smiling.

"What?"

"Nothing."

His eyes narrow.

"Kierra."

"I'm just thinking your table deserves some kind of award."