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Her pupils blew out, dark and distracting, as her lips quirked playfully. “Why don’t we find out? Show me your cock.”

Her hands ran through her hair as her spine arched against the mattress, swaying her hips and spreading her legs until I could see her wet, swollen softness. I groaned as she drew tight circles over her breasts, puckering the peaks of her nipples, her other hand sliding between her thighs.

Her gaze was fixed on my moving hand, and I thought she’d play with herself while I watched. But instead of driving two fingers into herself, she spread herself apart and showed me.

“Fuck,” I breathed, gripping myself tighter.

“I’m all wet and empty. I need your cock inside me.”

I swallowed and made an effort to hold myself back. But it was too late. She watched, satisfaction and heat mixing in her gaze, as I undressed.

Chapter 37

Mia

He was tall, broad, and well-muscled. His toned biceps led to strong, veined forearms peppered with honey-brown hair, ending in rough, skilled, generous hands. His chest was defined, abs taut, framed by the delicious V cut into his hips.

The moment I saw it, I wanted to lick every inch of that V.

But then he pulled himself out of his briefs, and oh. His cock. It was thick–long and hard and ridged. My insides twitched at the sight of it.

He pulled a condom from my nightstand and stretched it over himself, his blue eyes fixed on the raw, sensitive place between my legs. Before I could take a breath, Theo’s hands were on me, pulling me across the bed, spreading my legs wider, his fingers wrapped around my knees.

He grunted as he dragged his heavy tip from my clit to my entrance, teasing me until he finally pushed in.

I gasped, my back arching as he stretched me.

“You feel…” Theo’s voice faded into a groan as he bent my knees back, working himself deeper. I lifted the back of my hand to my mouth, biting into it to stop myself from screaming.

The way he took me was rough. The sounds he made were low. Broken. His body–hot, hard, filling me–was almost too much to take.

“So fucking good,” he ground out as his hands moved from my knees to my waist, fingers curling as he lifted me, angling himself deeper.

The sheets came undone, twisting around us. Sweat beaded his skin as he watched himself slide in and out of me. It was raw. Intense. Overwhelming. The way he held me, the way he moved inside me–He was in control.

It felt so good. Better than good. Like something dizzy, hazy, just out of reach.

He shifted, his hands sliding from my knees to cage me, his arms braced on either side of my head. The weight of him above me made me feel wild, and I wrapped my legs around him just to keep him here.

Tension built, hot and heavy and fast, tingling and throbbing. He pulled my nipple into his mouth, his tongue firm and rough, his cock thick and perfect. He thrust deeper inside me, and I came, my body tightening around him as I struggled to stay quiet.

“Good girl, that’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “I love watching you come on my cock.”

I was boneless. Completely ruined. Lightheaded and mindless. But Theo didn’t stop. He drove into me, rhythmic and mindless, his weight pressing me into the mattress, until his shoulders trembled and a low, deep growl rumbled in my ear.

My pussy throbbed happily. I liked this feeling more than I thought I would. But as Theo reappeared with a warm, damp towel and gently pressed it between my legs, I let out sharp hiss.

He frowned down at me, apologetic.

“I hurt you, didn’t I?”

I wriggled against the fabric. “I’m fine.”

“Mia.”

Oh, all right. He was a big boy. He could handle it. “Well, I’ve never actually been fucked that hard before. You should come with a warning label.”

He swallowed; his throat bobbed in this fascinating way, and I felt almost choked by this sudden warmth I felt for him as he said, “I lost control. I’m sorry.”