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I glanced over my shoulder, giving him my eyes. “Yes.” My voice turned even needier, adding, “Lots more.”

That earned me another slap, this one on the other side of my ass, sending the heat even higher through me, even more so as he rubbed my clit.

“Jenner!”

This man knew my body like it was his own. He knew how to make me feel sensations I’d never experienced. He knew how to send me so far over the edge that I couldn’t return.

That was where I was now—dangling, seconds away, my stomach trying to hold off before the peak came blasting in, exploding, and I was shuddering over the back of the couch.

“Yesss!”

“Fuck yes,” he roared.

I gripped the pillow, squeezing the cushion into my fingers, holding on because it was the only thing I could do while he slammed into me.

“Fucking come!”

And I was.

I couldn’t stop.

The tightening in my muscles, the bursting in my clit—none of it was letting up, and when it finally did, my body reaching the bottom of this long climb, he was pulling out of me.