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He matched my rhythm. “What would you think about?”

“This. Us. Together. I’d picture us fucking. I’d picture you eating me out like you just did, and I’d—” I broke off with a grunt as I came, suddenly, arching forward and clamping down around him. I heard him growl and felt his rhythm slow, felt him tense as he focused on holding back.

“What, Layla? What did you fantasize about? Tell me.”

I didn’t tell him, I showed him what I wanted, instead. I pushed at his chest, and he pulled out, rolled off. I rose up onto my hand and knees, stared at him over my shoulder, my hair falling in a black curtain of curls. Sweat beaded on my spine, and my skin pebbled as he moved to his knees behind me.

“Like this?” he asked.

I moaned. “Like this.” I bowed my spine in, pushing my ass toward him. “This is how I want it. I want to feel you come inside me like this.”

He palmed my ass with both hands, caressing each globe slowly, tenderly. “God, I love your ass.”

I took him at face value. The way he was staring at me, touching me left no room for doubt. He loved my ass. My tits.

I did wonder, though, if he loved the rest of me, too. I suspected he did. I suspected I returned the feeling. I didn’t know what love was like, how it was supposed to feel, either giving or receiving, so I wasn’t sure.

But he loved my ass.

I was totally okay with that. It was a big ass, and not all guys appreciated that.

My train of thought was derailed when he pulled my ass cheeks apart. “I want you here, Layla.”

I groaned. “You can have me there. But not now. For now I just…I need to feel you in my pussy.”

He reached between my legs and feathered a gentle touch over my clit, found my entrance, guided his cock by feel into me. I reached down and nudged him into better position, and he slid deep.

We both groaned in unison.

I pushed back to get him deeper. “Don’t hold back anymore, Nick. Just…take me.”

Oh fuck, did he take me. It wasn’t hard and fast. It was hard and slow. And Ilovedit. I moaned and groaned and let myself scream as he thrust into me over and over, holding my hips and pulling me back into his crushing thrusts. He didn’t relent, and this time I felt him let go, felt him release control and just…take me. No pleasing me, no manipulating admissions out of me. Just taking pleasure, fucking to release.

I touched myself as he fucked me. Rested my head on my forearm and reached between my thighs to finger my clit until I was aching and trembling.

“Layla…”

“That’s right, baby,” I said, voice rasping and gasping. “Say my name when you come. Shout my name.”

“Layla, I’m almost there.”

I was close too, but I abandoned the effort and braced myself with both hands and rolled my hips to grind my ass against him, writhing into his frantic fucking. “Give it to me, Nick! Fuck yeah, just like this, fuck me hard, baby.”

He fucked me hard, and it hurt so good I didn’t need to touch myself, just needed to let him hit inside me and feel lightning burst inside me with each pound of his cock into my pussy.

“Layla…” His voice was ragged and his thrusts faltered. He pushed deep, thrust until my ass cheeks were flush against his hips and he couldn’t get any deeper, and still he thrust, harder, growling. “Ohfuck, Layla, I’m coming…I’m—Oh—Jesus,Layla…”

He came as he said my name, filled me with his come, a river of hot wet seed flooding me. I touched my clit once, and that’s all it took to join him in release, thunder detonating inside me, making me shake and go limp and breathless.

Moments later, I was wrapped up in his arms, head resting over his beating heart, listening to his pulse slow from a frantic thunder.

I love you. I felt it bubbling up in my throat, and I shook with the need to say it, the desire to say it.

To hear it said to me.

Kyrie St. Claire was the only human being to ever utter the words “I love you” to me.

I desperately wanted to hear Nicholas Harris say it first, and I couldn’t get the words past my lips.