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The sound that tears out of him is somewhere between a grunt and a groan.

“Fuck, Cece.”

Then suddenly he pulls away.

He hauls me up, guiding me to sit on top of him. I slide down his length slowly, my pussy gripping him tight, the sensation of him filling me again making my toes curl.

“Fuck, Mama.” His hands lock around my waist, holding me there for a second like he needs to get himself under control. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”

“Pretty sure you started this.”

“Yeah.” His eyes drag over me. “Best bad decision I’ve ever made.”

I start moving, and his grip immediately tightens, helping guide me as the rhythm builds between us.

I’m desperate now, grinding my clit against his pubic bone, my internal muscles milking him with every frantic downward plunge.

Revel’s hands move up my body instead, catching the edge of my bralette and tugging it down. My breasts spill free, and his attention drops immediately.

“Fuck, so goddamn pretty.”

He cups them in both hands, squeezing as he pulls me closer. His mouth closes around one nipple, sucking hard enough to pull a gasp from me before his teeth catch it, giving it a sharp little tug.

My fingers bury themselves in his hair.

He groans against my skin, switching to the other breast and giving it the same attention, hands kneading and holding me while I move above him.

“That's it, Mama. Fucking take what you need.”

His grip tightens, and the filthy praise goes straight through me.

“Mine,” he breathes against my skin. “All fucking mine.”

There’s something about the way he says it that fucks with me more than it should. The roughness is still there, but underneath it is something almost reverent.

His eyes lift to mine.

“I’m gonna fill you up, Mama.” His voice is wrecked. “Want you walking around with me still inside you. Want you feeling exactly what I left behind every fucking step you take.”

Fuck.

My entire body reacts to the words, the pressure building until there’s no room in my head for anything else.

“Revel—”

“Come for me, Cece.”

That’s all it takes.

The orgasm tears through me hard enough that I collapse against him, crying his name into his neck while my whole body shakes.

His arms lock around me.

“Fuck, yeah. That’s it, Mama.”

A rough, guttural groan tears out of him as his control finally snaps, his arms locking around me as he comes deep inside me.

Neither of us moves afterward.