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To prepare.

Because the rise was back.

And as he rubbed my clit and hammered that beautiful cock into me, the feeling came on stronger.

“Jenner!” I clung to him. “Yes!”

He was dominating me, each punch of his dick pounding me against the wall, his breathing sounding like growls as he worked up his orgasm.

“You’re fucking milking me.”

And that was when he came—I felt it the second he shot his first stream.

“Jo,” he roared across my face. “Fuuuck.”

We were releasing at the same time, our bodies shuddering together, synced in a way where it could only be love.

I held on, wrapped in him, losing myself completely until there was only stillness between us.

“My God,” I panted.

That was when he carried me over to the small couch and took a seat. He kept me straddled over his lap, his cock still inside me.

He didn’t even pull out when he said, “Kiss me.”

My breath hadn’t yet returned, but I pressed my lips to his, tasting the lust on his tongue, the desire in every bit of air that he exhaled.