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He gripped my hips,and I lowered myself, slowly, onto his cock.
Each inch stretched and filled me in the best possible way, and he growled ferally as I settled myself to the hilt, letting my thighs rest on his legs.
I froze on top of him, knowing he wanted to move, to thrust, but I let my weight hold us still, and he stared up at me, a crazed look in his eyes.
“Fuck, Mia.”
I wiggled my hips for him, feeling him shift inside me.
He hissed.
I grinned.
I loved seeing him like this, so out of control when I knew control was exactly what he craved every hour of every day.
But this man had shown I was his weak spot, and damn if that didn’t turn me on. Damn if it didn’t make me want to take charge and show him exactly how good it could feel to just let go.
“Mia, please,” he begged.
“I like it when you beg for me,” I hummed.
“Then you’ll love it when I come for you,” he countered.
“Is that so?” I bit my lip, ran my fingers through my wavy hair.
He squirmed under me. “Lift up, and hold on to that bar. You’re gonna fucking need it.”
The promise sent a wave of pleasure through me, just a hint of what was to come. I eagerly complied.
“That’s my girl,” he said.
My girl.
Something about those words hit me in a way I hadn’t expected. Had me aching to fulfill his every wish.
As soon as the pressure was lifted, he grabbed my waist and used it as leverage to fuck me from underneath. I tossed my head back, catching a glimpse of us in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. I’d been so focused on him, I hadn’t even noticed the view ofus.
I stared at his muscles clenching as he pumped into me, the way my curves rippled at impact, how his eyes were on me and me only, taking in every inch of me.
I’d never felt hotter.
That is until he grunted out, “I’m going to fill you with my cum.”
My eyelids shuttered closed, and I nodded. “Give it to me. Every fucking drop.”
I lowered myself onto him, meeting him thrust for thrust, grinding against him until he cried out, hands digging into the flesh at my waist.
And I fell apart with him.
Our orgasms racked through us until all that was left was us, panting, sweaty, sated.
Something in his gaze told me this was different, what had happened between us. And my heart squeezed because I wasn’t brave enough to hope for something more. Doubts flooded me just as surely as bliss had seconds before.
I lifted myself off him, knowing we must be making a mess of the bench—of each other. He quickly got up, pulling up his shorts and getting a clean towel for me to clean myself up. I didn’t make eye contact while I tossed the towel in the basket marked dirty. But soon, his arms were around me, circling me from behind, and he kissed the top of my head.
“Let’s go up to the room.”
I only nodded, not trusting myself to speak.