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His thrusts start slow, deep, and I cease thinking. Feeling him inside me, pulsing, pushing, grinding…I’ve never felt so many things at the same time, and yet I can’t seem to grasp on to a single one of them for long before I have to just take what he gives me. He’s big, and the pain is sharp at first, but then it disappears slowly the wetter I get.

He fucks me. There’s no question what this is: pure, unadulterated lust. Each thrust stretches me, burns me, but I welcome the sting.

“Oh!” I bite down on my lip. “More.”

“Your pussy…you take me so well.” He slams inside me again. “Fuck, hear those slaps. Such a good fucking girl who loves my filthy cock stretching your pussy.”

His grunts make me grow frantic, and I meet his every move, pushing against him. Our sounds fill the air, and as sweat gathers on the nape of my neck and down my back, I feel his warm lips and tongue on my spine, then lower. His bites and tongue make me grow wetter.

“Almost there,” I moan. “So close.”

“I feel it. Touch yourself, Mae. Come with me.”

I free one of my hands and aim straight for my clit. My breath catches in my throat as I rub circles on the swollen nub, and I can’t hold back anymore. Tingles shoot down my spine, and I throw my head back. The force of the pleasure tearing through me is too much. I’m too full. Wetness trickles down my thighs, and my body shakes from the force of Aidan’s thrusts. He roars behind me, the animalistic sound earth-shattering.

“Aidan!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He surges deep inside me, pulsing, and with one last thrust, he collapses on top of me. I turn my head just in time, barely avoiding getting squashed on the mattress. I blow my hair out of my face, sweat still sticking to my skin, and my arms fall listlessly from the headboard. My throat is parched, my breaths heavy and fast. His fingers stretch to find mine, and once he does, he twirls them between mine, linking them together.

Aidan is cuddling me.

I don’t know what to do, but I can’t think about it right now. The silence stretches between us. For once, there’s not a single thought inside my head. Only satisfaction and…bewilderment.

This experience was more than what even my wildest fantasies could come up with.

Holy crap.

“You were right.” I sigh. “There’s absolutely nothing soft about you.”

There’s no sound for a beat.

But then my entire body shakes, the weight on top of me pressing me deeper into the mattress, and then I hear it: a booming rumble that builds and builds until it fills the air and vibrates across my sticky skin.

His laughter.

It rolls out of him, deep and unrestrained. It’s the kind of laugh that makes his chest shake against mine even as his mouth presses against my skin, and he kisses me. The rumble of his laughter is warm against my flesh.

The laugh bursts out of me before I can stop it.

And I’ve never felt freer.

Chapter Twenty-One

Aidan

Finally, my laughter dies to a low chuckle. I push up on my arms to keep from squishing Maeve with my weight.

“That was…”

“It was…?”

“It was fucking fantastic.” I roll onto my back, remove the condom, and tie it before I drop it to the floor. “I’d even go so far as saying phenomenal.”

I turn my head and feel like a fist punches my gut at the sight of her. Rosy, flushed cheeks, her red hair tousled, some of it sticking to her temples, the rest still in that messy bun on top of her head, and her eyes…Fuck, the spark in her eyes as they look into mine would make any man fall to his knees, begging to worship her.

I flash her a smile.