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The combination of his thumb on her clit, and him pounding into her, the pressure inside of her began to build again.

Her thoughts were scattered. God, he’s going to ruin me. But it feels oh so good.

Suddenly, his hands tightened on her hips, lifting her slightly, shifting her angle. Then he slammed back into her with enough force to knock the breath from her lungs.

“Gabe!” she gasped, shock and pleasure crashing together.

He froze instantly, still buried deep in her pussy. “Too much?” he asked.

“No,” she panted. “Don’t stop. It feels too good.”

Something darker flashed in his eyes. “Say it again. Say my name again.”

She smiled, her hands sliding down his chest and abs.

“Gabe.”

“Fuck!” He pulled out almost completely, then drove back in, hard. The headboard slammed against the wall.

Each thrust was harder than the last, her body sliding beneath him with the force of it.

He caught her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, his other gripping her thigh, spreading her wider, driving his cock deeper.

Oh God.

Stars burst behind her eyes as he hit her magic spot over and over.

He leaned down, voice rough against her ear. “Is this what you want, Nova? You want me to fuck you hard?”

This man was unreal. He was a fucking God. Her mind was a blur of heat and sensation, and her words failed her again.

“Answer me,” he demanded, slowing just enough to make her whimper, the loss of the rhythm almost painful.

“Yes,” she gasped, desperate. “Yes, I want it. Please…Gabe, harder.”

A slow, dangerous smile spread across his lips before he drove into her again. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with her cries and his low guttural groans.

“Good girl,” he rasped. “Take all of me.”

Her body tightened around him, the pressure as every thrust hit that perfect spot, sending sharp, electric pleasure through her entire body. Her legs locked around him, trembling, holding him there as he drove into her again and again.

“I can feel you,” he growled against her throat, breath hot, uneven. “You’re getting tighter. Are you going to come on my cock?”

“Yes! Right there. Don’t stop.” Nova’s pussy clenched hard around his thick length, tightening in waves that seemed to drag him deeper with every contraction.

“Fuck! Gabe!” She screamed as she shattered, her body milking him as he kept driving into her through the peak of her climax.

His thrusts turned uneven, rough, driven more by instinct than control, his breath breaking against her neck in harsh bursts. Each pulse of her around him pushed him closer, faster until there was nothing left to hold back.

“Fuck, Nova. I’m there,” he groaned, his lips pressed hot against her throat.

His hips snapped forward one final time, burying himself completely inside her, every inch seated as his body tensed. She felt it, the deep, pulsing throb of him as he came, filling the condom.

For a moment, he stayed there, pressed tight against her. His forehead dropped to her shoulder as the last tremors worked through him.

The storm outside raged on, but inside their room, everything slowed.

They stayed like that, still connected, bodies slick with heat and breath coming in heavy, uneven pulls. Nova could still feel the small aftershocks, her body fluttering around him in soft, lingering contractions that made both of them gasp softly.