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A trail of hair runs down his stomach, drawing my eyes to the waistband of his jeans.

I lick my lips as he drags down his pants and boxers, revealing his thick cock, the veins pulsing.

His stare pins me in place, and it’s a good thing I’m lying down because my knees would’ve given out if I were still standing.

Jensen pushes his discarded clothes aside, and joins me on the bed.

He kneels at my feet, settling at the end of the mattress, his palms gliding slowly up my calves.

I gasp when his lips brush my knee, but he doesn’t stop.

He moves higher, his stubble dragging along my bare skin with every inch he claims. My hands twist in the comforter, struggling to stay still as heat coils low in my belly.

When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he hovers, glancing up at me with a wicked smirk.

“Fuck, baby. I’ve been starving for you.”

I’m mesmerized, unable to speak as he pushes my legs open, and a strangled cry falls from my lips as his warm, wet tongue laps at my clit. Each stroke unravels me, pulling me apart thread by thread.

Jensen lifts his head. “Another taste and you’ve totally wrecked my self-control.”

I lost all control the second I saw him naked. Every ripple and curvature of his well-defined abs are on display, and his hard cock is dripping precum.

Understanding my unspoken plea, he returns his tongue to my clit, teasing the aching bud mercilessly. His movements alternate between quick, sharp flicks and slow, languid caresses. Each change in tempo leaves me gasping, edging me ever closer to climax.

He runs his fingers along my seam, circling my opening before pushing one inside. My back arches off the bed, sweat beading on my forehead as the pressure builds from within. He draws out my wetness with his finger and brings it to my clit, circling it with the perfect amount of pressure.

Jensen alternates, moving his mouth back to my core, and as I lift my head and catch sight of him buried between my legs, it pushes me past the brink.

I grind against his face, my vision blurring as the pleasure crests and sends me into free fall, a whimper falling from my lips.

My head falls back on the pillow, my chest rising and falling in shallow pants as the tremors fade.

Jensen pulls back. “Eyes on me, baby.”

When I meet his gaze, he’s watching me with a heat that threatens to unravel me completely.

“I don’t think—”

I’m stopped short when he runs his tongue along my overly sensitive clit.

My whole body jerks, but he doesn’t ease up.

Electricity rips through me, sharp and consuming, as he draws another whimper from my throat.

I roll my hips, grinding against his face as I thread my fingers through his hair.

He groans against me, lapping at my pussy like he’s starved for it, the slick evidence of my first orgasm coating his tongue.

The sensation is sin incarnate, making my toes curl.

His fingers circle my aching clit, sparking a second orgasm to ripple through me. I cling to him as my body shudders uncontrollably, my breaths coming out uneven and shallow.

He lifts his eyes upward, eyes smoldering with want. “I can’t wait another minute to be inside you. Please tell me you have a condom. I would’ve asked sooner, but I was a little distracted.” He grins smugly.

I nod to the nightstand, and he pushes off the mattress. Jensen grabs one from the drawer and rips the package open with his teeth. Once he rolls it on, he gets back on the bed and crawls over me.

“Ready for me?”

“Don’t hold back. ”

“Give me that mouth, woman.” He fists my hair in his hand, tipping my head back to claim my lips. Every stroke of his tongue against mine sends another jolt of heat through me, and I grip his shoulders as I surrender to his searing kiss. His dick brushes against my stomach as he leans in.

Jensen takes hold of his cock, sliding it along my slit to coat himself in my arousal. I’m drenched and lost in the haze of insatiable desire, not expecting it when he lines it up with my entrance and pushes in to the hilt in one stroke.

“Oh fuck,” I cry out.

Our intermingled groans fill the room. I’m so full, and my muscles clench as I adjust to his size.

He dips his head, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “You alright, baby?”

I can feel him holding back while he waits for my answer.

“More, Jensen. I need more,” I beg.

That’s all he needs to hear before hooking my legs over his shoulders and bending me beneath him.

The position allows him to push deeper, and I moan loudly as he picks up his pace, slamming into me in unrestrained thrusts.

He’s lost total control, and the buildup between us snaps like a ticking fuse, leaving only raw need in its wake.

“Oh. My. God.”

“You take me so damn well.” He growls.

I dig my fingernails into his shoulder blades, gasping for air as he drives into me with unrelenting force. His hips grind into mine—harder, faster—with each thrust. My heart races out of control, and there’s no telling where I end and he begins.

I can sense he’s close when he drops his head against my shoulder. His breath is ragged as his cock hits my G-spot. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh resonates in the air. Each stroke is more desperate than the last until we’re nothing but sweat, need, and tangled limbs .

“Scream my name when you come for me,” he grunts out.

I look up and am met with his heated stare, the vein in his neck pulsing hard. He reaches between my legs, rolling my clit between his thumb and forefinger. I shatter with a force so fierce that it steals the air from my lungs. Another cry is torn from my throat as his name falls from my lips.

“You’re clenching my cock so good.” Jensen tenses above me, his own climax rocking through him, and he lets out a guttural groan.

He’s still catching his breath as he murmurs, “You did so good for me, baby.”

I trail my fingers along the rough edges of his five o’clock shadow. “I think I’m losing my voice,” I say, my voice raspy.

“I always keep my promises,” he replies, giving me a quick kiss.

Sex with Jensen is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

My hips are tender from where his fingers dug into them, and my thighs are still trembling.

The aftermath is a blend of aching satisfaction and lust that refuses to fade.

I can still feel him twitching inside me, and I can’t help but imagine how it would be without a condom between us—skin against skin.

He kisses my forehead as he slowly pulls out. He climbs off the bed, discarding the used condom in the trash before slipping on his boxers. He disappears into the bathroom and returns with a warm washcloth to wipe me clean before tossing the towel into the dirty laundry hamper.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

He leaves the room without further explanation. I hear the clanking in the kitchen downstairs, but stay put like he asked. While I wait, I slide under the covers, pulling the comforter tight around me. A few minutes later, Jensen walks back inside carrying a tray of food.

“I figured you might be hungry after that workout.” He winks .

My stomach rumbles in agreement. I haven’t eaten since breakfast—unless you count the deep-fried Oreo and giant pickle from the fair.

“That was very sweet of you.”

His eyes darken. “More like strategic. We have the house to ourselves tonight, and I plan to make every minute count.” A fresh wave of heat settles between my legs.

He walks to the side of the bed, leaning over to set the tray over my lap. The spread is simple but thoughtful: a bowl of strawberries, freshly cut pineapple, and an assortment of crackers and cheese.

“Thank you. This is way better than what I’d make for myself. I’d probably end up with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”

Not only is he the first man to give me three orgasms in one night, but he’s also the first to care for me afterward. He’s the perfect balance of commanding passion and gentle affection, leaving me satisfied and cherished in ways I’ve never felt before.

“Anything for you, beautiful,” he murmurs.

He slides into bed beside me, lifting a strawberry to my lips. As I take a bite, juice trickles down my chin, and he gently wipes it away with his thumb, his heated gaze never leaving mine.

I’m eager to see where the rest of the night takes us, and I can only hope that Jensen doesn’t have regrets come morning because I intend to make the most of him being just down the hall for the rest of the summer.