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His free hand trails down my side, gripping my ass and lifting my hips to meet his thrusts—grinding into me in a filthy rhythm that makes me see stars.

I’m lost in sensation—the drag of his cock inside me, the weight of his body over mine, the slick sound of our bodies meeting again and again.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he mutters.

“Yes,” I pant.

He leans down, sucking one nipple into his mouth, wet and relentless, his teeth grazing it just enough to hurt.

I cry out, arching into him.

“Please,” I whimper.

He growls like an animal, then sits back on his heels, dragging me up with him until I’m straddling his thighs.

“Ride me,” he orders. “Rub that gorgeous little clit and show me how desperate you are.”

My hand snakes between us, fingers finding my clit. The dual stimulation is overwhelming—I’m climbing again, faster this time.

And then, just like that, the spark ignites. It spreads through me like wildfire.

I moan shamelessly, grinding down on him, my wetness soaking through, and he keeps ramming into me without mercy.

His fingers twist in my hair, yanking my head back so he can suck hard at my throat.

“Louder,” he snarls. “Let me fucking hear you.”

I’m beyond reason now.

“I’m gonna come. Fuck—I’m going to lose it!”

“You better,” he says, lifting his thigh to meet me as I ride him like an animal. His eyes trail down my body—from my eyes to where my breasts bounce for him. “Soak me, baby. Come all over me while I watch.”

“Oh my god,” I moan, closing my eyes as I dig my nails into his back. “I’m… I can’t… I?—”

“You can,” he growls, “and you will.”

His voice hits me like a jolt—low, commanding, and it goes straight to my core.

He’s relentless, fucking me with brutal precision, that spot of pleasure swelling, brimming, nearly spilling over.

My fingers circle my clit in fast, desperate motion.

Then he picks up the pace. I moan louder, eyes squeezed shut, as his fingers dig into my waist, driving into me again and again. My legs start to tremble.

“That’s it,” he growls, voice thick with hunger. “Let fucking go.”

The world explodes into stars behind my eyelids as the orgasm rips through me—sharp, brutal, all-consuming.

I cry out something filthy, and he watches me like he owns me. Like he’s the reason I exist.

I collapse backward, still twitching with aftershocks, but he isn’t done.

He flips me onto my back, slides between my thighs again.

“Did I tell you you were done?” he says.

He brings his hand to my mouth, pressing two fingers to my lips.