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I think he’s going to come too, but instead, he pulls out and flips me back over, entering me again in one swift motion.

“Phoenix!” I scream, coming again, or maybe still. I claw at his back as my body jerks, every movement sparking a deep, insatiable need.

“Layla,” he grunts, holding himself up by one hand beside my head. His other hand grips my hip and steadies my trembling body as he buries his massive dick inside of me again and again, tearing me apart ruthlessly in the best way possible.

Each stroke winds me up, up, up, my pleasure mounting into an almost unbearable orgasm. Everything goes white as my climax ravishes me from the inside out. My back bows, pressing my tits up against Phoenix’s hard muscles, and then I curl up in his arms, burying my head in his chest right as he roars his own release.

His arms give out and Phoenix collapses on top of me, his large, warm body blanketing mine and keeping me sheltered from the storm of emotions and sensations rushing through my body. He tries to roll away, but I cling to him, needing his skin on my skin just a little bit longer.

“I don’t want to crush you, Moonflower,” he chuckles into the side of my neck before kissing me there.

Phoenix rolls to the side, but keeps me in his arms, pressing me close to his body. My eyes are closed and I’m still shaking from my multiple orgasms, but Phoenix slowly calms me down with the gentle touch of his fingertips swirling over my skin.

When I open my eyes, I’m floored by the look of awe in his deep green eyes.

“That was… Jesus, Layla, that was amazing.”

I nod and grin at him, giggling when he kisses all over my face. He tucks my hair behind my ear and presses his lips to mine, just savoring our closeness.

We stay like that for a while, on our sides, facing one another. Phoenix runs his hand up and down my curves, tracing my outline, drawing me into being, giving me shape and purpose and meaning.

9

PHOENIX

Ilie awake in the quiet stillness of the morning, watching the morning light spill across the room and settle over Layla. She’s wrapped tightly around me, her head resting against my chest, her soft, even breaths warm against my skin. One of her curved thighs is hooked over mine, anchoring her to me in a way that makes my chest tighten with a possessive, fierce heat. I slowly tangle my fingers through her dark waves, just soaking in the weight of her in my arms before the rest of the world wakes up.

She stirs against me with a low, cozy murmur, burying her face deeper into the crook of my neck before lazily blinking those incredible indigo eyes open. Yawning softly, she arches her back like a sleepy cat, her lips brushing against my jaw in an instinctive morning kiss.

A quiet chuckle rumbles in my chest, and I tilt her chin up with my thumb. "Morning, sleeping beauty. You always kick this much in your sleep, or am I just special?"

Her cheeks flush a delicate pink, a drowsy, beautiful smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "I don't kick," she murmurs, her voice thick with sleep as she presses another soft, lingering kiss to the corner of my mouth.

"You definitely do," I tease, my tone dropping as my fingers trail down from her jaw, tracing the sensitive curve of her throat down to the dip of her collarbone. "Lucky for you, I don't mind the intrusion."

The playful banter dissolves instantly as her breath catches. I slide my hand further down, past her rounded stomach to the swell of her hips, pulling her flush against my hardening body. A shiver ripples through her skin under my calloused palm, and the sleepy haze in her eyes turns dark, the heat matching the roar in my own blood. I trace the lush contour of her thigh, feeling her pulse hammer against my fingers as her hands grip my shoulders, her chest heaving against mine.

I roll Layla on top of me in one swift motion, guiding her legs to straddle me as she steadies herself on my chest. I cup the back of her neck and pull her down so her face is inches from mine.

“I want to wake up like this every single morning.” I don’t give her a chance to respond, I just take her lips in a possessive kiss, hoping to convey all the unspoken promises of forever. We get lost in each other, breaking and healing at the same time with every touch, every kiss, every soft moan.

Layla leans back and props herself up on her knees, positioning her soaking little pussy over my raging cock. Fuck, the way she’s looking at me right now, her heart on display, her strength and desire shining through, her perky, perfect breasts, curvy waist, and thick, creamy thighs… Goddamn, this woman is mine, my forever, my precious, sexy as hell, future wife. The mother of my children. I feel it deep in my soul, the rightness settling in my bones and washing away everyone and everything that came before her.

Never breaking eye contact, Layla slowly slides down my hard shaft, engulfing me in her perfect, wet heat. I groan at the sight of my dick disappearing into her ripe little cunt, precum leaking out of the tip as I think about being inside of her every damn day from now until forever.

“Fuck, Moonflower, you got me so wrapped up in you,” I tell her, my voice gravelly and laced with need.

When she’s fully seated on me, we both take a moment to catch our breath. “Wrapped up in me, or wrapped up in my pussy?” she teases. Fuck, hearing the word pussy fall from her pouty lips makes my cock twitch. Layla gasps and instinctively rolls her hips, wedging me deeper inside of her.

“Why not both?” I growl, grabbing her hips and helping her find the perfect rhythm for both of us.

“Oh God, ohmygod…”

Layla curls her fingers into my chest, her nails digging into my flesh and making me grunt with pain and pleasure. She bounces up and down my cock, crying out and twisting her hips when the angle is just right to hit her G-spot.

“That’s it, Jesus, that’s so fucking it, beautiful. Use me up, fuck me until you come apart at the seams.”

Layla moans in response, but that’s not good enough for me. I lightly spank her tight ass and grab her cheek. She gasps for air as her pussy chokes my cock. “Yes, yes, I want to comr all over you,” she cries out.