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“Jesus,” I rasp, my voice thick with need to thrust. My head falls back against the pillow as I stare up at her, chest heaving. “You’re killing me.”

Her head rolls to the side.

“I can’t stand it anymore.”

Neither can I.

The tension snaps, sharp and electric. My hand shoots out, grabbing the condom from the pillow beside me. The wrapper crinkles as I tear it open, my hands shaking just enough to slow me down.

“Hold on,” I mutter, reaching around Austin’s body to fumble with the condom, my fingers brushing against her soft, warm skin as I try to steady myself. “Shit.”

“Here, let me,” she whispers, her fingers pushing mine aside to take over. She rolls the condom over me with a deliberate slowness that has my teeth clenching and my vision blurring.

Sex brain.

That’s what this is.

Pure, primal, animalistic need overriding every logical thought in my head.

The desperation to fuck her.

Our contact is a spark to dry tinder.

My breath hitches as she sinks down, taking me inch byagonizing inch. The feeling is indescribable, her warm pussy, the tightness, the way her body molds to mine.

A groan rumbles in my chest, raw and guttural. “Holy fuck.”

So good.

Her head tilts back, a soft cry escaping her lips as her body adjusts to mine. For a moment, everything stills—the world narrowing to just this: her warmth surrounding me, her hands braced on my chest.

One gasp.

Another.

Austin lets out amewand it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard come out of another person and it drives me to the brink.

I moan so loud I’ll be embarrassed about it later.

“You like that?” she asks. It’s obviously a rhetorical question because obviously I fucking like it.

Am I a man?

“God, yes,” I groan, my head falling back against the pillow as I surrender completely. “Don’t stop.”

I swear to God I’m half in love.

Sex drunk.

That’s what this is….

My thighs begin shaking as she rides me, the pressure in my balls building to the point I feel out of control.

My body shakes.

Sweat builds on my forehead.

Her hand pushes against the headboard…bearing down…deeper…I’m buried to the hilt…moans…