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I squinted until I could handle more and found my rhythm, feeling myself close in around him, hearing my wetness. Now that I had my vision back, I could appreciate his face again. His delicious emerald eyes, his delectable lips, the beard that had felt so incredible as it scraped my inner thighs.

Oh God.

“Look at me when you come.” He held my cheeks, locking our stare. “And fucking kiss me.”

I was breathless.

Sweaty.

So spent from all the orgasms he’d given me, but I leaned forward and smashed our lips together, his tongue filling my mouth.

I circled it, sucked on the end, until he pulled away and roared, “Fucking ride me, Jo.”

I could feel how close he was getting by his short, hard pumps, his hips jerking forward as he gripped me.

I wasn’t far behind.

I arched my back, using all the speed and power I’d saved for this moment.

“Fuck!” I cried.

Everything was starting to feel so good again, so sensitive, especially when he began to meet me in the middle, plowing his cock into me right