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I ease my grip on her hips and slide my hands under her shirt to cup her breasts, making her whimper and writhe as she keeps riding me, working only for my pleasure now.

So close.

Need to come.

Fuck.

The whole damn world centers on my dick, and the white-hot ache between my legs is driving me absolutely nuts.

It’s so good that it’s painful.

“Gav,” Ashley sobs, as pleasure overtakes her again.

“Gonna make you come until you’re begging me to stop,” I growl roughly. “And even then I won’t. You’re mine. Fucking. All. Mine.”

“Oh, God,” she moans.

She’s so wet and eager that she easily moves all the way up and back down my cock. When she’s completely full of me, she looks deep into my eyes and kisses me hard while grinding on me, her clit rubbing against my abs.

Neither of us has any finesse left, and the desperation behind our kisses is so fucking hot. Ashley moans a litany of gratitude for the moment, for my body, and for how good I’m making her feel.

The praise spurs me on, and I want to make this woman come for the rest of my life.

“You feel so fucking good, Gav,” she moans. “I want you even closer to me.”

My hands are all over her, squeezing her ass, gliding up her sides to rub her back and cup her breasts, and then tangling in her hair. My restless movements are a surefire indication that it’s beyond time to surrender to the pleasure that only she can give me.

My breathing is ragged and I’m starting to unravel. She circles her hips, letting my cock stir deep inside her, and I gasp desperately.

I kiss her as though my life depends on it. My tongue mimics the way I want to eat her pussy with slow and deliberate licks designed to drive her wild.

My entire body shakes underneath Ashley, and I’m muttering curses and filthy phrases that don’t even make sense anymore.

“Fuck, babe,” I hiss. “So close.”

Her hands are on either side of my face, and she’s looking right in my eyes while she rides me hard and fast.

“That’s it, babe,” I encourage. “Just like that. So fucking good.”

She glides her hands under my shirt as though desperate to feel my skin. Proving that I can still top her from the bottom, I thrust up, making her scream and dig her nails into my skin hard enough to draw blood.

I growl and push her hips down harder, forcing myself even deeper inside her. She must feel a sharp bite of pain if her desperate whimpers and pleas are any indication. My movements are rough and almost violent, but my words are not.

“I am so crazy about you, babe,” I groan. “You’re so amazing, so beautiful, so sexy, and you’re all mine.”

I’ve made filthy promises to this woman, but it’s my tender confession that sets her off again, her eyes trained on mine as she gasps, biting her lower lip to hold in another scream.

“Ah, Ashley, you’re so goddamn tight, it’s like a fist is squeezing me.”

And that’s it.

Gonna come.

Right now.

I pick up the pace from underneath her, teetering right on the edge.

“No,” she gasps.