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Then his mouth was gone.

“No,” I hissed.

Before I could yank his mouth back where I wanted, he came up over me, hooking my leg as he went, then he slammed inside.

My climax hit. My pussy convulsed, my back arched, and pleasure ripped through me. Throughout this my eyes were locked with Easton’s. I watched his eyelids flutter like he was the one experiencing the single most powerful orgasm in the history of orgasms.

And he hadn’t moved.

He’d filled me full and that was all it had taken.

One thrust.

“Christ,” he grunted. I felt his dick twitch inside me and watched another eyelid flutter but this time he looked like he was pained. “Gotta move, baby.”

He didn’t wait for my reply which was good because I was incapable of speech. Not only hadn’t I recovered but his tongue had invaded my mouth. I took his fucking and his kiss—both feral. I finally slid back into consciousness enough to hold on. I lifted my knees high, pressed them tight around his sides while my hands frantically roamed over his back.

He grunted into my mouth, I moaned into his.

My hips surged up.

His drilled down.

Just when I didn’t think it could get any better he shifted his weight, moved his hand between us. I felt it glide over my belly, then down farther, and with shocking accuracy his thumb rolled my clit. He added pressure and rolled again.

I had to tear my mouth away so I could cry out as another orgasm powered through me.

Savage. Wild. Out of control.

Take your pick.

It was all of that and more.

It was everything.

The feel of Easton inside me, all of him surrounding me, his pounding thrusts, his labored breaths, the magic he was making between my legs. The sweat coating his back, my skin heated and sensitive.

I was out of my head but fully aware.

Never, ever, ever had I felt so much all at once.

I held on the best I could while he fucked me utterly senseless.

“Unlatch, baby.”

I had yet to process Easton’s command when he pulled back and pulled out. My legs fell open as he came up on his knees. I glanced down and watched with rabid attention that borderlined fanatical memorization as he stroked his cock.

Holy hell.

That attention became avid when he shot off.

My eyes flew to his face, not wanting to miss his come hitting my belly but wanting the full show. As soon as I lifted my gaze our eyes connected. His were fully engulfed in his pleasure but still focused on me.

If I’d had it together I would’ve understood what those eyes were saying.

Unfortunately I was too lost in my own euphoria to understand anything beyond knowing that was the best sex I’d ever had.

I knew Easton was done when he fell forward, giving me some of his weight but taking most of it on his elbow. He used his other hand to brush my sweaty hair off my face. I wasn’t sure why I was perspiring since he’d done all the work but apparently getting fucked nearly dead took it out of you.

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