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To fuck her.

We fall backward on my bed, her breast a pillow of bliss as she falls on top of my chest. “Riggs.” It’s breathless. Desperate. Just like I am.

“On your knees,” I say, this sudden need to put myself back in control of this relationship. To right our boundaries. To let her know I control her fucking pleasure, not her controlling me.

“What? I don’t—”

“On your fucking knees. Crawl up here. Sit on my face.” Her eyes startle wider. Yeah. You heard me right. My hands go to her hips and guide her over my shoulders. “I’m going to fuck your pussy with my tongue. And then I’m going to fuck you good and hard with my cock.”

“I . . . what if you can’t brea—oohhhhh,” she calls out as I bury my face between her thighs, my nose and lips and chin coated instantly with her arousal.

Fucking heaven.

“Don’t worry about me,” I say when I feel her tense and try to sit higher up. I use my hands on her waist to hold her down onto me. “I’ll come up for air when I’m goddamn good and ready. But right now, fucking drown me.”

She emits a half sigh, half yelp as I dive back in for more of her sweet velvet. She bucks on my tongue with my nose hitting her clit and my chin hitting her arse. It’s fucking glorious.

Every goddamn lick. Each fucking suck.

I work her over until she’s drenching my face. Her pussy swells and grows wetter.

Her body becomes tenser.

And when she cries out my name, her fingers are gripping my hair and yanking on it, and her orgasm’s gripping my tongue and drowning me in the best fucking way possible.

It’s her hiccupped sighs that do me in. Almost as if she isn’t sure how to take pleasure like that. To own it.

She gasps when I guide her hips down one more time for one last taste. But I can’t last another goddamn second. My cock is so fucking hard, my balls ache fiercely.

Within seconds I have her flipped over; her gasp turns into a laugh—but both are eclipsed by the growl I emit when I bury myself in her with one swift push.

I see stars. Immediately. Without question.

They fucking align so goddamn fast that I don’t think. Can’t. All I focus on is how good she feels, how her tits jiggle with each slam into her. How her pussy is so fucking slick and tight. How our bodies fit together.

And how, with those sex-drugged eyes, she looks at me with way more than lust.

But it’s too much to think about right now when all I care about is this ache building at the base of my spine and the pressure in my lower belly.

I pick up the pace. Over and over. Again and again. Her eyes stay on mine the entire time. Owning me.

Urging me.

Pushing me over the goddamn edge just like her body is.

And when I come, I’ve never had an orgasm hit me harder.

Or with more impact than I’ve ever felt before.

One thing’s for sure, whatever this is between us, we sure as shit know how to kiss and make up.

At least there’s that.

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CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

Camilla