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She’s wearing nothing beneath them, and the second my fingers reach her, she’s slick, bare, and so wet I almost lose my train of thought.

Her hips jerk into my hand at the first stroke, and she buries her face against my neck, teeth sinking into my skin to swallow the cry trying to escape.

“You’re a fucking menace,” I murmur, the words caught between a laugh and a groan as I slide two fingers through her, opening her for me.

She rolls her hips into every stroke, chasing my hand with hungry determination while my thumb finds her clit. Her whole body trembles as I work her, and when I change the pressure she presses her lips against my ear, breath breaking around the words.

“Harder. Right there… fuck, don’t stop.”

She’s everywhere at once, one hand stroking my cock and the other gripping my shoulder hard enough to leave marks.

The thought sends another surge through me as her hand moves with reckless urgency, every stroke growing messier as pre-come slicks the head of my cock.

She flashes me a grin that’s wild with want before shoving me backward onto the sectional. She climbs over me, straddles me with bare skin against my thighs, then drops onto me hard enough to drive every thought from my head.

The sounds that leave her are raw as she rides me with complete focus, chin tipped up, breasts rising and falling, one hand tearing through her hair as the other braces against my chest.

She uses my body exactly the way she wants, taking every inch with enough determination to make my pulse pound in my ears.

She’s so wet I almost come on the first thrust, but she catches it before I can. Her hand wraps around the base of my cock, squeezing until my vision flashes white.

“Not yet,” she breathes.

The warning pulls every ounce of control I have into a tight knot, leaving me desperate to prove I can hold on. She circles her hips, drawing every angle of me through her body, and the tight, greedy pull around my cock keeps threatening to break whatever resolve I have left.

She rides me with relentless purpose, every downward stroke followed by the squeeze of muscles that make it harder to think.

One hand stays tangled in her hair as her head falls back and her mouth opens around a silent cry. My hands clamp onto her hips hard enough that I’ll probably leave bruises, but she only drives herself down harder, bouncing us both against the back of the couch.

A wild spark flashes through her eyes, and it isn’t cruel. It’s a challenge, an invitation to meet her with the same intensity she’s giving me.

My hands find her ass, fingers digging into her as I pull her down as I drive up, burying myself so deep our hips collide hard enough to make her throw her head back with a long, uninhibited moan that sends a rush of satisfaction straight through me.

She’s smiling through it, flushed, sweat collecting along her hairline before trailing between her breasts.

I lower my mouth to her chest, sucking at her skin before catching it lightly with my teeth, enough to pull a curse from her lips and make her arch against me.

That tiny shift is all it takes. She plants both hands against the wall behind the couch to brace herself and drives her hips with relentless determination.

I match every thrust she gives me, chasing her pace until the sectional complains beneath us, its tired springs giving up the fight.

“You’re going to come for me,” she pants, breath breaking around every word. “Right now. I want it.”

The command tears through me, and I come dangerously close to giving in. Instead, I tighten every muscle I have, grip her ass, lift her halfway off my cock, and slide my hand between us. My thumb finds her clit, already slick beneath my touch, and presses against it.

Her body folds into my hand, hips losing any trace of restraint as she chases the pressure with frantic determination.

I keep working her exactly where she needs it, circling and pressing without easing up until every gasp turns rough and every movement grows more desperate than the last.

The tremble starts in her thighs before I feel her tighten around me. I catch the timing, slide two fingers inside her, curling them upward without breaking the rhythm of my thrusts, and she breaks apart around me.

Her orgasm tears through her whole body in waves that leave her shaking against my chest. Her nails rake across my shoulders, carving crescents into my skin as every sound spilling from her blurs between a sob and a cry of pleasure.

I hold her through every shudder, feeling her pulse around me, and as she’s still trembling in my arms, I finally let go.

The release hits with enough force to wipe every thought from my head. Heat floods through me as I spill inside her, my whole body locking with each pulse. Flashes of white burst behind my eyes.

She tightens around me through every shudder, drawing out every last wave until I’ve given her everything I have, leaving me limp beneath her with nothing left except the deep, satisfying ache that follows.