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I pulled back only to push right back inside, causing her to gasp.

“More of that, please.”

I grinned. “Love the politeness. Maybe next time you say that, you’ll have my cock buried down your throat.”

She moaned.

I pumped into her after that, watching her face for signs of discomfort.

The more I gave her, though, the happier she looked.

Her face was full of pleasure by the time I was pumping into her with almost zero control.

“Please,” she begged.

“What, baby?” I asked, kissing her throat. Her collarbone. Her jaw.

“I want to come,” she pleaded. “Make me come, Black.”

My balls drew up, and I desperately reached a hand between us to thrum her clit.

She screamed, eyes wide in shock, as her orgasm tore through her.

I had no hope of holding on after that.

I came inside of her, only too late realizing that I should’ve put on a condom.

Or at least pulled out.

Instead, I filled her full of my seed, hot shots of cum jetting out of my cock and into her wet heat.

Her breathing was ragged as I all but collapsed on top of her.

It took me way too long to remember that I might be crushing her and turned us to our sides.

My cock stayed buried deep, though. Locked in tight.

I didn’t ever want to leave her tight heat.

She pressed a soft kiss to my chest and said, “I had no clue.”

Me, neither.

And that was the problem, wasn’t it?

Now that I did…what would I do?

Because let’s be honest, there was no way in fuck that I wasn’t doing this again with her.

Twelve

I’m not mean, I’m spicy nice.

—Jessamy to Black

Black

I pulled the drawer open that she’d indicated was where her cutlery was located and pulled out two spoons.