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Sweat broke out on my forehead. “Are you okay?” I asked, trying to hold on to the reins and not just mindlessly fuck my way in and out of her body.

“If you move, I’m going to come,” she warned me.

“That’s my girl.” I kissed her again, teasing her with my tongue, and when she started to relax, I pulled out and thrust back in.

“Oh, God.”

“Dom, baby,” I corrected. She lasted four glorious pumps before the quivering clamped down on my dick like a velvet vice.

“Dominic!” Her fingers bit into my back, and I fucking loved that nip of pain. I kept driving into her, biting my lip until I tasted blood, pushing off the armrest with my foot to power into her harder and harder. Determined to hold on through the most in-fucking-credible experience my cock had ever had inside a woman.

She undulated beneath me like she had when she danced for me, and in that moment, I counted myself the luckiest man on the planet. I felt every squeeze, every wave, and rode out her orgasm with her.

I was sweating. My balls were sending out an SOS. I couldn’t hold on much longer, but right now, I was her fucking superhero.

I kissed her, and when she dreamily sighed against my tongue, I bit her bottom lip. “Mine. Ally.”

“Yours,” she agreed.

It gave me another dose of superpowers. I beat back the threat of my own orgasm, picked her up, and sat with her on my lap.

“I’ve been thinking about this since that night,” she moaned, bringing her hands to my shoulders.

“I want to watch you while you ride my cock. I want to see your eyes go glassy and that pulse in your throat flutter. I want to watch your tits bounce while I tell you I’m never leaving you.”

“Dominic,” she whispered.

“I’m never leaving you, Ally.”

“You can’t say things like that,” she argued.

I gave her ass a little slap and then another one because I liked the sound of it.

She liked it too. Because she was writhing on me just like she had in the club that I still wanted to burn to the ground. But this time, my cock was where it belonged. Buried deep inside her.

Wet didn’t begin to describe Ally. She was a goddamn rainforest, and I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to throw her down and eat her out. To flip her over and slam into her from behind. I wanted her in missionary and up against a wall. In every conceivable position. I wanted to take years discovering all the ways I could make her come. My own personal treasure hunt.

She was working my dick like there was nothing else in the world she wanted more. Like she didn’t have a sick father. Or crushing medical bills. Or the man who’d rejected her too many times suddenly claiming rights to her.

I felt it again. That electric quivering as her muscles trembled around my dick. It was magic. A miracle. She was my fucking miracle.

“I feel you, Ally. I know you want to come again. Give it to me, sweetheart.”

Because I could, I took her nipple in my mouth again and sucked hard. My world was glowing, bright and hot, and I was kicking myself for almost missing out on knowing what it felt like to have Ally Morales climax on my dick.

I held on to her hips, checking her speed, and started thrusting. Every damn time, I bottomed out in her. I got harder as she got wetter.

Reaching around, I gripped her ass cheeks in both hands and drove into her.

She came like that, with my cock buried in her, my tongue lathing her nipple, and my hands spreading her open from behind.

She bucked, rocking back and forth as those delicate miracles of muscle clamped around me greedily. And then my own orgasm was racing up my balls, drawing them up tight.

“Ally!” This time, when I came saying her name, she was here. She was all around me. It speared through me, gutting me as I poured rope after rope of my hot climax into her.Finally.

It was a religious experience. A spiritual awakening as I filled this woman with my seed.

Fulfilling my destiny and branding her as mine just as she’d carved her initials into my heart.