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"That's right."

He released my wrists so he could reach between us.

His thumb found my clitoris.

The second orgasm rose almost painfully fast.

I shook my head.

"Can't."

"You can."

"Too much."

"Color?"

"Green."

His thumb moved faster.

"Then you can."

My nails dug into his shoulders. He drove into me hard and deep, praise low at my ear.

"Good girl."

Thrust.

"My brave little one."

Thrust.

"Let Daddy feel you."

I came around him.

There was no holding it back. My pussy clenched hard around his cock. I sobbed his name and dragged him down against me, needing his weight, his heat, every impossible inch.

Boone made a rough sound I felt in my chest.

His thrusts lost their careful rhythm.

"Where?" he asked.

"Inside. Come inside me."

He buried himself deep.

His whole body went rigid.

I felt his cock pulse inside me, hot release filling me while he groaned against my neck. His hands closed around my hips. Not hurting. Holding as if pleasure had taken the ground from him too.

We stayed joined while our breathing slowed.

Eventually, Boone rolled onto his back and took me with him.

I lay across his chest, small enough to fit there. His softening cock slipped from me. Warmth ran between my thighs. He reached for a cloth, cleaned me gently, then pulled the quilt over us.