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He pushes me further, drawing out every ounce of pleasure until I finally shatter, crying out his name.

As I come down from the high, he looks up at me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied grin on his face. “Told you I’d take care of you.”

“Yeah, you did,” I say, breathless and dazed.

And for the first time in a long while, I feel safe, cherished, ready for whatever comes next.

His mouth leaves me, but only for a moment.

He shifts, his body pressing against mine, and I can feel the heat radiating off him.

His eyes lock onto mine, and there’s an intensity there that makes my heart race. God, why is he so hot?

“You’re not done yet,” he murmurs, his voice a gravelly promise.

“Good,” I manage to reply, my breath hitching as he positions himself between my legs.

Then he’s inside me, filling me completely.

It’s overwhelming, this connection, this raw, electric sensation.

I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, needing more.

His rhythm is slow at first, almost teasing, but it quickly grows more urgent, more demanding.

“Jordyn,” he groans, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re incredible.”

“Don’t stop,” I whisper, my nails digging into his back, desperate to hold onto this moment. “Please, don’t stop.”

He doesn’t.

He drives into me with a purpose, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.

I can feel myself building again, that sweet tension coiling tighter and tighter within me.

And then I’m there, shattering around him, crying out his name as I come undone for the second time.

“That’s it,” he encourages, his voice thick with desire. “Let go, baby.”

I do. Completely. My body trembles in the aftermath, but he doesn’t let up.

His pace quickens, becoming almost frantic, and I can tell he’s close too.

The room is filled with the sounds of our shared ecstasy, and it’s intoxicating.

“Jordyn,” he gasps, his movements growing erratic. “I’m gonna?—”

“Do it,” I urge, tightening my grip on him. “Come for me, Bama.”

It’s all he needs. With a final, powerful thrust, he finds his release, and the feeling of him spilling inside me sends me over the edge once more.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced, this perfect blend of passion and intensity.

We’re both panting, spent, as he collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms.

For a moment, we just lie there, soaking in the afterglow.

“You’re . . . amazing,” he finally says, his voice a reverent whisper.

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