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I gasped, throwing my head back and pulling on his hair again.

His mouth licked and lathed my clit, then he sucked as his fingers stroked my inner walls.

Without warning, lightning shot through me as my climax exploded. My eyes clamped shut, my toes curled, and I probably pulled out a chunk of his hair as I clawed at his scalp. “Oh my God, holy shit, oh my God,” I screamed. Stars formed behind my eyelids and the shaking overtook me.

His hand on my breast, his mouth on my clit, his fingers inside me—all kept up their assault on my senses until the waves mellowed and I went bonelessly limp.

When I opened my eyes and locked gazes with the man crawling up my body, the connection I felt was something I’d never experienced before.

Reaching my face, he balanced on his elbows and kissed me. It was wet and sloppy with my juices coating his mouth—another new experience for me. And it was the perfect ending.

Except his solid length pressing on my abdomen reminded me that even as spent as I felt, we shouldn’t end like this. “Your turn.” I tried unsuccessfully to push and roll him over so I could suck him.

“Wrong, Angel,” he said as he brushed his nose against mine. “That was only your first.”

It was only fair that Zane got to finish as well. “I can roll over,” I suggested. Raleigh and Don had always wanted to enter me from behind.

“We’ll get to that, but first, you’re going to be on top so you can move the way you want. I want to watch you give yourself pleasure.”

“I don’t know.” Raleigh had said I didn’t know what I was doing the one time we’d tried that position. When had he ever voiced the sentiment that my pleasure mattered in bed?

Zane’s finger under my chin forced me to look him in the eyes. “I do.” His voice carried conviction I couldn’t doubt. “Who made you doubt yourself?”

When I didn’t answer, Zane reached for the nightstand. The unmistakable sound of a condom wrapper followed.

CHAPTER 26

Zane

In the dim light,Peyton’s boobs bounced seductively as she sat up in my bed. I’d happily plead guilty to having focused on them. On the tits or ass question, I wasn’t shy about falling firmly in the tits camp.

She extended her hand, palm up, and offered a wide smile.

Moving to kneel in front of her, I handed over the condom.

She urged it down over my tip, then alternated hands, rolling it agonizingly slowly down my rock-hard length.

I did my best not to moan, as I was glad as hell that she wanted to take on the task. “Shit, that feels good. You’re hired.” I doubted I’d ever been harder in my life.

She merely smiled and slowed down. “Am I doing it right?” Her slow and light technique nearly made me blow before we’d even begun. She was that good.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about having your hands on me.”

Lying down on the bed, I pulled her over to straddle me.

She notched my tip at her entrance, taking a deep breath. “Man, you’re big. I don’t know…”

“Take it slow.” A second later, I watched the head of my cock disappear inside her and couldn’t control my moan. The feel of her wet warmth spreading for me was nirvana. I wanted so much to grasp her hips andguide her down, but resisted. I’d been the one to insist she take this slow. This needed to be at her pace.

She settled down on my length, taking all of me. Instead of gritting her teeth, she smiled and threw her head back as she started to ride. Watching her find her rhythm with her eyes closed and her mouth open was like watching an angel—my little goddess.

She felt so warm, tight, and oh so wet for me. Watching her boobs bounce as she moved became my own erotic show. I took one, stroking and caressing. Cupping that breast and then the other, I felt her nipples pebble and harden as I thumbed them. This woman was so responsive. How was it possible that none of her previous boyfriends had brought her to climax? Idiots, fools, all of them.

She leaned forward. “I love how you feel inside me.”

“Not as much as I love having your sweet pussy take me.”

Leaning farther forward, she offered me a nipple.