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She kissed me on the chest, and then again, on my six pack, and then further down…

She took me in her mouth and slurped on me noisily. She took a ball in her mouth and jacked me off with her other hand the way I liked. Then she climbed on top and slid me inside her.

She rode me, slowly at first, then faster, taking every inch with each bounce.

I really loved watching her on top of me. I loved how her tits bounced and the way she groaned and touched herself. She shifted position to ensure her g-spot got hit with each thrust.

I sat up and wrapped my arms around her, thrusting her harder and deeper onto my cock. We worked together, developing the same rhythm. She looked at me, her arms wrapped around my head and resting on my shoulders, her breasts in my face. I couldn’t have wished for a better view.

She pressed her lips to mine and groaned around my lips. She frowned and lines formed on her forehead. I felt her getting close, tightening around my cock.

“Mm,” she gasped. “More.”

I rolled her onto her back and lifted a leg to perch on my elbow. Then I set to spearing her relentlessly.

She bit my arm as I drilled her. She threw back her head and laughed maniacally as she came around my cock.

And I could feel myself on the edge.

I paused for a fraction of an instant. This was when I was meant to pull out, when I was meant to come into my hand the way I always did when I was with her.

Only now, I hesitated.

What was better than arriving at that same delicious moment of ecstasy together with the woman I loved?

Love?

Did I love her?

There was no question.

She touched me in ways no one ever had before. She existed on the same plane I did, and she asked me to climax in unison with her.

What was so wrong with that? Why couldn’t I do it?

So, I did.

I thrust into her over and over, my hips tightening and my balls constricting, until I felt that sweet moment of release as I fucked her harder and deeper than before, exploding inside her.

I lowered her leg to the bed and bent over her. We were covered with a thin layer of sweat and our breath hitched in our throats. We shared a smile and kissed again.

No words were spoken. The moment didn’t need it.

We were joined. And there was no going back.

11

IVY

Kren’s healing skills were astounding. When he rescued me and picked me up earlier from the Prize Pool, I was sure his wrist was broken. But by the time we made love, it was already completely healed.

It worked in other ways too.

He could recover from sex faster than any guy I ever met. Less than five minutes would pass before his stocks were replenished and he could go again. It was tough for me to keep up with him.

We stopped between sessions and nibbled on food he had in the fridge. We drank fresh water and talked all night.

Harper had told me—in excruciating detail—about what it was like doing it with other fighters. Sometimes there were long nights, sometimes short nights. A one-time deal or a long night of escapades depending on where the alien was from. It could be enjoyable or it could be painful.

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