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“How worried are you?”

I huff out a laugh. My entire fortune is on the line. Everything’s at stake. “Not worried enough that I don’t want to fuck you again.” It’s true. My entire future might be destroyed in the next hour, and all I can think about is how ripe Rosey’s breasts look. I want to sink my teeth into her.

She slides her legs over mine and my cock springs to life. “It’s good to stay distracted in a crisis.” She pushes up and straddles me. “I don’t know if I can do this,” she says. “You turn me to Jell-O.”

A grin tugs at my mouth. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy having you try.” I tuck my arms behind my head as she arranges herself over me, her folds hugging my dick as it hardens beneath her.

“I think I might do anything you want,” she says.

She didn’t need to say the words, though they’re nice to hear. I can see the truth in her eyes, but it makes me groan just the same.

“I want you,” I whisper. “Any which way.”

Unexpectedly, she slides down the bed, leans over and takes the tip of me in her mouth. She suckles on the end of my dick, and I think I might have died and gone to heaven until she takes me deep, to the back of her throat—then I know I have.

She pauses, controlling her gag, and I groan, trying everything I can not to push my hips up to see that expression again. Fuck, she’s so sexy.

I can’t watch for long because I’m overloaded with sensory input. I’m seconds away from coming for a second time, but I’m not ready for this to be over. My mind wanders to how I can make sure this happens again. How can I convince her to take my cock in her mouth every damn day for the rest of my life?

She works her mouth up and down my shaft, her fingers coiled at the bottom of my cock, gripping me tight, showing me she’s in charge. So hot. So fucking hot.

She pulls back and releases me with a pop. She pumps her fist up my length a couple of times.

“This is selfish,” she says, reaching over me, her sharp nipples grazing my chest. She grabs a condom. “But you’re so hard. So big.” She groans, tipping her head back. “I’m so wet. I want you inside me right now. Do you mind?” She holds up a condom.

Do I mind that she wants to feel my cock inside her? Do I mind that she wants to feel me where she’s soft and warm and wet? Do I mind that she’s so fucking desperate for me?

My skin is so hot, we could toast marshmallows on my abs. I’ve never wanted anything more than to feel her on my cock again.

I go to take the condom from her, but she rips open the packet herself. “I want to.”

She rolls on the condom and my mind wanders to the real possibility that I might come, just from the feel of her fingers sliding on the condom. Fuckingcondom.

I push up on my elbows, ready to flip her to her back, but she presses her palm against my chest.

“I want to,” she repeats on a smile.

She kneels up, reaching for my sheathed cock, positioning it so I can feel her heat, her wetness.

“Oh god, Byron. What are you doing to me?”

“Fuck,” I splutter as she lowers herself onto me.

“I’m so wet,” she says. She smooths her hands up her body to her heavy breasts, cupping them, before taking my hands and replacing hers with mine. “How can I ask for what I want so easily with you?” She’s not looking for a response.

None of this makes sense. Not for either of us. There are so many reasons why this shouldn’t be happening, but I can’t think of any of them right now.

I squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples hard and mercilessly before releasing her as she groans.

She starts to move, her hips rolling forward and back, working my cock in a mesmerizing rhythm that pulls the air from my lungs. I can’t move. The rumble of my orgasm twists and circles. I don’t dare do a thing to encourage it. I just want to take in the glory of this woman on top of me, fucking me, making me see stars.

She slumps forward, her hands on my chest, bracing her body, but she doesn’t stop moving. “I’m so close,” she gasps.

I wait a second, two. Does she need something from me? I want her to ask. I like that she knows she can. She knows I like her asking for what she wants. “Tell me what you want,” I hiss out from my tensed jaw.

She grabs at my hand. “Touch me,” she gasps out. “Please.”

My hand slides between us, fingers finding her clit. It’s all wetness between us, and I growl at how undone she is with me. How turned on she is. It ratchets up the desire, knowing it’s mutual.