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She rode me slowly, enticingly, and the recliner squeaked at her pace. I smoothed my hands up her warm, creamy thighs and held her by the waist. My breaths left me in light pants as I watched her. It had been a little while since we’d had sex facing each other. It was my favorite way to be with her. It allowed me to see the pleasure contorting her face, her bouncing breasts, and her blush slowly spreading from her cheeks to her shoulders. She was so beautiful…so completely mine.

I closed my hand over one of her breasts. It molded to my palm, as if it was made to fit my hand. Bryn squeaked when my thumb circled her stiff nipple. That sweet little sound went straight to my cock. I wanted to ravage her, to make her scream and squeak again, but my men deserved their rest. And my mate, of course, ought to set the pace.

“Too much?” I asked in a breathy whisper.

She shook her head, her hair falling over her shoulders. “Do it again.”

A slow smile spread across my face. I released her breast s