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“You’re always so needy.”

He reached down to take his cock in his hand, sliding his silky hardness through my pussy.

“Do you want this?” he asked, his voice gravelly, raw, showing me he was as needy as I was.

“You know I do.” I took his bottom lip between my teeth, sucking it into my mouth and then letting go.

With a darkness swimming in his eyes, he said, “Then tell me. Beg me. I love hearing you say the words.”

He loved my dirty talk. I couldn’t deny, I loved it too.

“I want your cock in my pussy,” I said, then growing more confident, I added, “I want to feel your thick, hard cock stretching me, stroking my walls, making my pussy clench. And I want to make you come, so hard. I want to feel your cum inside me. Have it trickling down my legs. Give me everything you’ve got.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he stated, and without another word, he rammed his cock inside me, filling me in the most delectable way.

I cried out, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I held onto him. He thrust hard and fast for a while, slamming into meas we both panted and groaned. Then he stilled, with his cock inside me and said, “I don’t want to come yet. I said I’d take my time and I meant it. I love fucking you, Jess. But now, I want to make love to you.”

“Yes,” I replied breathlessly. “Show me how you can love me.”

He didn’t move for a moment, just held me tight as we panted out our breaths. Then he started to thrust into me again, only this time it was with slower, measured thrusts, his hips rotating as he slid in and out.

Our breaths were ragged as he held me up in the shower, the water drenching us, the passion devouring us. The slow grind of his hips and the feel of his cock stroking my pussy walls, hitting the spot, made me tremble and moan.

“I’m so close,” I cried, my head falling back on the tiles as his body caged mine.

“Me too,” he gasped, and I felt him thicken inside me.

“Come for me,” I commanded him. “Come inside me, show me how much you love this.”

I felt so much for him in that moment. I wanted our bodies to fuse together permanently. To become one, so that I was him and he was me. Because he was. He was a part of me now. I never wanted to let him go.

“I’m coming,” he cried, and I held him, grinding my hips in time with his as he started to throb inside me. And I shattered too, my pussy clamping down on his cock, gripping him as he thrust slowly, his hot cum exploding inside me.

“Holy fuck,” I gasped as we clung to each other, lost in the bliss of our orgasms. “Oh, Tyler.”

I wanted to tell him I loved him, but it was too soon. I wasover emotional, over stimulated, on a high from the multiple orgasms he’d given me.

And then, as he panted and held me close, his cock still buried inside me, he whispered in my ear, “I fucking love you, Jess. I do. I love you. I can’t not say it anymore.”

And all my thoughts of ‘too soon’ flew right out of my head.

“I love you too.”

Chapter Thirty-Two

TYLER

“Where did you disappear to last night?” Colton asked as I walked into the living area to make a morning cuppa for Jess, who was curled up and waiting for me in my bed.

Everyone else was dotted around the room. Adam and Liv were at the table, eating breakfast. Tyson, Adam’s dog, was lying at their feet, waiting for any scraps of food to fall to the floor for him to steal. Devon and Leah May were standing at the kitchen counter about to fry up some bacon. Will, Bryony, Colton and Shelley were all lazing on the sofa.

“I didn’t think I had to check in with you,” I said, turning the tap on and filling the kettle.

“You know how I worry,” Colton joked, giving me a wink and blowing me a kiss.

“Is Jess gonna come and meet us?” Liv asked, the smile on her face showing she knew exactly where I’d been and what happened last night.

“There’s no pressure,” Adam added, giving Liv a look that told her not to push it. “It’s a lot to meet us all at once. She might wanna build up to it.”