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I let go and let myself get lost in sensation.

I speared my hands into his hair and held on for dear life.

He knew exactly how to use that wicked tongue and mouth to pleasure a woman, and when he slid a finger into my sheath and started fucking me with it, I released a throaty moan of ecstasy.

When he added a second finger, I nearly flew off the bed.

“Devon,” I panted.

My body was wound tight, and I knew I was about to come.

My body craved release because the pleasure was almost too much to bear.

Like he could sense that I was on the edge, he focused on my clit, stimulating the tiny bundle of nerves until I flew over the edge.

I climaxed like I never had before, wave after wave hitting me until my entire body was shaking with my release.

My core finally unclenched from around Devon’s fingers, but he didn’t climb up my body immediately.

He seemed to want to savor every bit of the juices from my pussy before he finally made his way up my body.

My heart rate was starting to return to normal when his lips met mine.

I could taste myself on his lips, and it made me all the more eager to satisfy my man.

“Fuck me, Devon,” I said as he released my lips. “I need you so much.”

“It’s going to be a short ride this time, sweetheart,” he warned me. “I’m on the edge, and I’ve never been inside a female without a condom.”

“I don’t care,” I told him in a desperate voice.

Devon didn’t torture me by starting slow.

He buried himself to his balls inside me and stopped, giving me time to stretch and adjust.

“Oh, God,” I cried out as my head fell back, relishing the feel of the two of us finally being this intimately connected.

I couldn’t say that it was painful, but Devon stretched me to my limit. Even if it was painful, it would be worth it just to feel this way.

“Fuck!” Devon cursed. “You feel so damn good, Reese. This isn’t going to last long.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, encouraging him to move. “Then fuck me hard and fast.”

It didn’t take any more encouragement for him to do just that.

And when he moved, I rose to meet every heart stopping thrust.

For a few moments, there was nothing but the sound of our harsh breaths and our bodies slapping together as Devon fucked me like a man possessed.

“Mine,” he rasped near my ear. “You’re finally fucking mine.”

He punctuated each word with a powerful thrust that made me feel like he was claiming me.

It was so erotically possessive that I could feel my orgasm starting to unfurl in my belly.

I wanted to be taken and possessed by this man.

I wanted him to need me as much as I needed him.