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“Yesss,” she moans. “You’re so much bigger than I’m used to.”

“You’re so tight, Sunny. Fuck.”

“It’s that bad?” she asks, and I let out a strangled laugh.

“No, baby, it’s perfect. Your pussy was made for me.”

I rub my hand up and down her sides as she lifts a little and then sinks back down.

Oh, hell, that’s nice. That’s really fucking nice.

She does it again and again and stops.

I snap my gaze to hers.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just …” She bites her lip and looks away.

I run a hand through her hair.

“Tell me,” I encourage her.

“I want this to be rougher. Harder. And I think you need to be on top for that.”

I smirk.

“You want me to fuck you, Sunny?”

“So bad,” she says with a sigh.

She doesn’t have to ask twice. I flip us on her next breath and slam into her.

She lets out a small squeal as her entire body moves with the force.

I fear I might have taken it too far, but her eyes light up, and she grins, locking her ankles behind me.

She nods quickly. “Do that again.”

Oh, my girl wants it hard. I can do that.

Like before, I pound into her, only this time I do it over and over, harder and harder, the headboard hitting the wall with each thrust.

“Yes,” she cries out, but it’s not loud enough. I grab her thighs and unlock her legs. Then I push them to bend at the knee.

“Keep them like this and spread open for me,” I say.

She complies instantly.

With her in this position, I piston my hips and brush my finger over her clit, giving myself the exact angle I need to hit deeper.

In seconds, I feel her walls clamp around me, and the strangled noise that leaves her lips pulls my own orgasm from inside me, causing me to shake with the most intense release of my life.

I ride out the high, then slowly pull out and fall to her side.

Shit.

“I didn’t use a condom,” I say, feeling like a jackass.