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“So good,” she breathed.

Whined was more like it.

Reverse cowgirl took a bit of work, and a lot of fucking energy. But like this? So much easier, and God, she could ride him forever.

And still, she wondered how they had gotten here.

It started with a kiss in the elevator.

His words in her ear.

Can’t wait to fucking eat you.

A hand slipping down her pants as he backed her into the corner as soon as they had gotten inside her hotel. More dark promises to make her wet before he could even really get started.

Are you going to let me fuck this pussy, August?

He stripped her down first. Removing each article of her clothing one at a time, slow enough that every drag of his fingertips to her overheated skin had her feeling like she was going to come the very second he started touching her pussy.

She wasn’t entirely wrong.

And once he got his fill of her that way, they found the bed. Ended up … like this.

Jesus, was it good.

“Oh, my God, yeah,” Beni groaned behind her, his hand coming down to spank her ass against before grabbing tight to the same spot. “Such a pretty fucking pink, August. Your ass gets so damn pink from me spanking it. And you just love that, don’t you?”

She kept her rhythm up riding him, although how, she didn’t know. Her legs trembled so much with the promise of that oncoming orgasm that she could keep herself steady on the bed. And every lungful of air that she dragged in wasn’t nearly enough.

So fucking hot.

So high.

She loved it.

“Fuck yeah, you gonna come?” he asked. “Get my dick dripping with you?”

All she could do was nod.

She needed just a little bit more, and her pace came a little faster, hands pushing into the mattress firmer as her shaking knees dug in, too. Backing into his cock harder, trying to take him impossibly deeper to get off. She was almost there.

“Almost … almost,” she mumbled.

That seemed to be all he needed to hear. One more slap to her ass had her skin flaring with a delicious heat, right along with the familiar bite of his fingertips grasping to her flesh. And then his hand slid across the curve of her ass, his thumb playing at the bottom of her pussy, driving over his cock, and her sensitive tissues, taking the slickness of her arousal up to her ass with his thumb. He didn’t stick the digit inside her, but rather, massaged the pad of his thumb against the tight ring of muscles.

That did it.

Her pussy clenched, milking his cock as she came down on his length one more time to sit with him deep inside her, as her orgasm raged on. Sparks lit up over her skin, heating her from head to toe instantly.

She could breathe.

And she couldn’t.

She could cry his name.

And yet she couldn’t hear a sound.

Before August had even finished trembling through that orgasm, he was lifting from his back. His hands ran up her spine, kisses following the same path as he pushed her forward so that she was on all fours. A palm found her throat, a hot mouth at the top of her spine as he pounded into her from behind.