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She searches my face and then whispers, “I want you.”

I press my lips to hers. The kiss is slow and gentle at first, but the intensity quickly grows. Tongues twirling, mouths locked. She tugs at my hoodie, slipping her fingers underneath it and dragging them over my abs.

I groan into her mouth, my skin scorching. She pulls back, catching her breath, but doesn’t step away. I twirl her around and yank her closer again, her back pressed to my chest. She finds me in the mirror, her cheeks flushed, hair in disarray, her eyes glimmering. She looks like a real-life goddess. My goddess, the one I’m ready to worship every fucking day.

I slide my hand down her stomach, fingers splayed. She sucks in a breath and presses her back into me more.

Need and excitement flood my veins as I slip my hand under the waistband of her leggings, staying above her panties. I brush the fabric, the wetness I find sending a zing of desire down my spine.

“You’re dripping, baby,” I tease her.

She lets out a laugh. “And you’re practically trembling, so I’d say I’m not the only one struggling.”

I huff. “Trembling?”

“You really going to argue that?”

“Isla.”

“What? It’s accurate.”

Smart mouth.

Instead of giving her the comeback she’s clearly expecting, I get even. I push her panties aside and press my fingers to her sweet spot. She gasps and then mewls as I pinch her clit. Her eyes fall closed. She’s putty in my arms, her skin warming under my touch. I drop my lips to her neck, nibbling and sucking on her delicate throat.

“Look at me, babe.”

She does, finding my gaze in the mirror. Lips parted, she pants, and as I massage her clit faster, her chest heaves more violently. The pleasure so clear on her face is enough to make me rock hard in my pants.

“Michael, I’m so close…” She breathes, her eyelids hooded.

Grasping her chin, I tilt her face up. Our lips meeting in a fiery kiss, I rub her clit with more fervor, her wetness coating my fingers. She trembles, her legs giving out. Holding her up, I swallow her moans, prolonging her orgasm.

When we finally break apart, she’s breathing rapidly, and I have a raging hard-on.

She twirls in my arms, her eyes blazing.

“Sit on the mat.”

“Why?”

“Because,” she pulls me down, so we’re eye to eye, “I want to ride you.”

All rational thought flies out of the window. It’s only me and her and an immense desire to bury my cock inside her pussy.

With her hand in mine, I pull her toward the mat in the corner. Then, I lower myself and look up at her.

“Obedience looks good on you, Pretty Boy,” she taunts.

“It will look even better once I’m buried in your cunt.”

Smirking, Isla pushes down her leggings and panties. Licking my lips, I pull out my dick and give it a few pumps.

Once she’s kicked her clothing to the side, she straddles me. With one hand on my shoulder, she grasps my shaft. I suck in a breath, my heartbeat pounding in my ears, its tempo fast and loud.

Slowly, she lowers, taking my tip only. Quickly, though, she’s rising again, taking her warmth and her wetness with her.

Tingles travel up my spine. “Isla, please…”