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His saltiness teases my tastebuds as I lose myself to the rhythm.

Cullen moans, and the sound goes right to my core. I squeeze my thighs together, rubbing them against the slick that is gathering at my center. My own pressure builds as I continue to drive him insane.

His groans are like a drug, and I’m addicted to hearing them again and again. They’re the sign that he is losing control, the sign that I am the one ruining him.

Cullen always says that I am his, but right now, this man is mine.

All fucking mine.

I bring my hand to my clit, rubbing it to alleviate the burning want. My other hand lightly cups his balls, squeezing them slightly and drawing out more of those moans.

Cullen continues to fist my hair, and the slight, sharp pain only heightens the high.

My head is in the clouds, absolutely lost to the growing orgasm building within me. I speed up, absolutely frenzied for him and desperate for my own release.

Suddenly, Cullen’s hands are under my armpits, hauling me to my feet for a brief second before I am lightly tossed back onto the bed behind me.

Through my haze, I give him a quizzical look.

“I’ve waited too long not to feel that sweet cunt choking my dick when I come.”

Cullen positions himself between my legs, knocking my knees to the sides and splaying me for his own view. The cool air tickles the wetness coating my pussy and thighs.

The muscles in my thighs contract on impulse at the shiver, drawing Cullen’s attention. He grips his dick, and slides it against the wetness, coating the tip so it glistens with my arousal. I squirm against the feeling, that awful hollowness returning. It’s embarrassing how desperate I am for his dick to fill me.

“God, you feel like sin.”

He reaches into his bedside table drawer, bringing a condom to his teeth and tearing into the foil. The motion is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I wish I could record it in my brain and play it on a loop over and over.

He rolls it on and, without giving me another second, presses the head of his cock into my entrance. My breath hitches with a gasp at the same time as he groans. My pussy stretches to accommodate his girth, working to swallow his dick.

It’s been a hot second since I last had sex, but I’d thought our little session at the ballet would have at least primed me a little bit for this.

I’d been wrong.

“Fuck, you take me so well,” his voice rumbles between us as he watches the way his cock enters my pussy.

The fullness as he slides inside me has me seeing stars, and I already know that he is going to ruin me for anyone else. I don’t think there even can be anyone else after him.

As Cullen pumps into me, it’s a totally new sensation. He is like no one I’ve ever had before. Something about this just feels so inherently right, and that seems like an insane thought, but it’s true.

Sex with Cullen makes me feel complete.

He draws himself out and then plunges right back in.

A desperate plea falls from my lips. I loop my legs around his ass, bringing him closer. More. I want more, and more, and more. I want it faster. I want it harder. I want it all, everything he has to give me—I’ll take it.

“Eyes on me, baby.”

My lids pop open. I didn’t even realize I’d been squeezing them shut.

“That’s my girl, just like that.”

Sweat builds on Cullen’s neck, his hands pressed next to my head, caging me under his strong body. I reach around his back, my nails digging into the muscles between his shoulder blades, urging him on.

He gives me a wicked grin, the kind that gives him that boyish arrogance. I squeeze my pussy around his dick as my heart does a little flip.

Cullen’s face contorts with a groan, and I just about come in that exact second. My orgasm is cresting higher and higher with each pump, with each moan. Fuck, that makes him so damn sexy.