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The sight of Whitley—fierce, unstoppable Whitley—begging for me sends heat surging through my veins. She stands to shimmy out of her jeans and underwear, and I drink in the sight of her bare before me, all soft curves and smooth skin bathed in warm light. She’s art, pure and simple.

She straddles me again, positioning herself over my length, and for a moment, our eyes lock. Something passes between us. A current of emotion stronger than lust, deeper than desire. She reaches between us, guiding me to her entrance, and then excruciatingly slowly she sinks down.

We both groan as she takes me completely, her body stretching to accommodate me. She’s tight and wet and perfect, and I have to bite down to keep from losing control immediately.

“God, you feel amazing,” she breathes, bracing her hands on my chest.

She begins to move, a slow roll of her hips that has my eyes nearly rolling back. Her head tips back, copper hair cascading down her back as she finds her rhythm.

“That’s it,” I encourage, hands finding her hips at last. “Take what you need.”

She moves faster, her breathing ragged as she chases her pleasure. The sight of her above me, completely lost in sensation, is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I grip her hips tighter, fighting every instinct screaming at me. Her eyes flutter closed, lips parted in ecstasy, a flush spreading across her chest. She’s magnificent—wild and uninhibited. I can feel myself leaking inside her, hot and slick, the prelude to what I’m barely holding back. Every thrust pushes me closer to an edge I’m desperately trying not to fall over.

“Look at me,” I command. My abs contract involuntarily, hips jerking up to meet her downward stroke.

Her eyes open, hazy with desire but locked on mine.

“You’re so beautiful,” I groan. “So perfect.”

She offers me that confident, knowing smile that drives me crazy. “Not so bad at being in charge, am I?”

“Fucking incredible,” I agree, my voice strained as she contracts around me deliberately.

Her pace quickens, her movements becoming more frantic. I can feel her thighs trembling against mine, see the tension building in her expression.

Her breasts sway with each movement, the rhythm hypnotic. I can’t tear my eyes away from the sight—the perfect weight of them, the way they bounce as she rides me harder.

“Whitley,” I warn, voice strangled. The pressure is unbearable, coiling tighter and tighter at the base of my spine. “I’m close. You need to slow down.”

But instead of easing off, she smiles wickedly and moves faster, deliberately clenching around me. “No.”

I grip her hips hard enough to bruise, trying desperately to hold back, but it’s way too fucking good. The visual feast of her above me, hair wild, skin flushed, those perfect, full tits swaying with each thrust shatters what little restraint I have left.

“Fuck,” I growl. My release doesn’t just hit. It detonates. It surges up from deep in my spine, crashing over me like a tsunami. My whole body locks, muscles pulled tight. She squeezes around me, and I spill into her in thick, pulsing waves, hips jerking up uncontrollably as she rides me through it. It’s not just pleasure. It’s obliteration. A full-body surrender.

Suddenly, she’s crying out, her body gripping me as her orgasm crashes through her. Her back arches, head thrown back as she shudders above me.

“Oh god, Beau…” she gasps, her voice breaking on my name.

I watch in awe as she comes completely undone. It’s something I’ll never get tired of seeing. Her parted lips, eyes half closed, cheeks flushed with color. She’s never more beautiful than when she’s lost in ecstasy.

I think I’m done—I have to be—but then her walls flutter around me again, another aftershock of her orgasm, and I feel another surge building.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my hips bucking up again. Another thick rope of cum pulses into her, then another. My vision whites out at the edges. I can’t stop. Every time she clenches around me, every tremor of her body triggers another surge, like her pleasure is pulling it out of me against all logic. It’s almost too much, bordering on painful, but I can’t seem to stop. Each contraction of her body milks me until I’m empty and panting beneath her.

She finally collapses forward onto my chest, both of us gasping for air. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as our heartbeats gradually slow.

“Holy shit,” she mumbles against my skin.

I chuckle, trailing my fingers up and down her spine. “Was that what you had in mind?”

“Mmm.” She nuzzles against my neck, pressing kisses to my collarbone. “Better, actually.”

I hum, shifting beneath her, running my hands down her back to cup her ass. “I like the way you think.”

She lifts her head, eyes still heavy lidded with satisfaction. “I like the way you feel.”