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“There’s no such thing when it comes to you.” I bury my face in the crook of her neck, taking her earlobe between my teeth, eliciting a strangled moan from her. “Now let me feel your pussy clench around my cock.”
Her breaths come in short, sharp gasps, but I still feel her resisting, as if she can control what she feels. As if allowing herself to let go again might cost her something.
“I can feel you fighting it, Wynter. But you don’t have to hold anything back with me. Not anymore.”
I slip a hand between us, and when my fingers find her clit, she melts into my touch.
“That’s it, baby. Let yourself feel. Let yourself go.”
I keep rubbing as I fuck her even harder until she cries out, another orgasm rolling through her. I try to hold on a little longer, but it’s impossible with the walls of her pussy throbbing and clenching around my dick. So after a few more thrusts, I break, her name tearing out of me until I have nothing left.
I don’t move for several long moments. Just stay completely still as I try to wrap my head around the fact that I just had sex with Wynter Hayes.
And not just any sex.
Incredible, mind-blowing, life-changing sex.
I’ve often fantasized about what it would be like, but never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined it would be like this.
“Holy shit,” Wynter whispers, trembling beneath me, her fingers slowly stroking my spine.
“You’re right about that.” I ease myself out of her and stand, making quick work of removing the condom and tossing it in the bathroom trash. Then I slide back into bed beside her, running a hand up and down her arm. “Are you okay?”
She meets my eyes, a contemplative look crossing her face. “I am. Are you okay?”
“I’m more than okay. Fuck, Wynter.” I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling before turning my head back to her. “You destroyed me.”
“Then we’re even,” she says as she snuggles up against my chest.
“How so?”
“I’m pretty sure you destroyed my pussy. Or your cock did.”
It’s silent for a moment as I study her. Then I burst out laughing. “It is in his name, after all.”
She tips her head back to meet my eyes. “What is?”
“My cock. His official name is Conan the Pussy Destroyer.”
She laughs as she inches her lips toward mine. “Well, he can destroy my pussy anytime he wants.”
“Duly noted. But first, he needs a little rest to prepare for his next mission.”
A mock scowl crosses her face. “And I thought younger guys were supposed to have more stamina.”
In one quick move, I pull her closer, hooking her leg over my hip. “You want stamina?”
She pauses for a beat before nodding slightly.
“I’ll show you stamina.”
Then I slip my fingers between her legs and make her come again.
CHAPTER TWENTY
WYNTER
The early morning light wakes me from the most restful sleep I’ve had in a long time. For a few seconds, I don’t move. I simply lie here, cocooned in warm blankets, listening to the quiet hum of the house.
