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I pull down my boxer briefs and watch her eyes heat at the sight of my cock. With a firm grip, I run my hand from root to tip where I spread the moisture, glad as hell I didn’t come in my pants.

“When I thought about your pussy—and I’ve thought of it often over the years—it was never like this.” Without losing eye contact, I graze my thumb over her swollen pink bud.

“Like what?”

Her breathy voice makes me wanna fuck her into next week. “Bare. Smooth. Glistening. So fucking hot.”

Really, my imagination did this woman a disservice. I let myself take her in. Her little lithe frame with all the right curves. That sexy fucking hair all over my pillow. Those gorgeous full tits. Her hot, tight pussy that makes me wanna pop off like a rocket.

Combined with her prim skirt half-torn apart and bunched around her waist and those black-rimmed glasses, she’s the ultimate fantasy.

I reach for my bedside table before I do something stupid like drag my bare cock over her folds. Holding up the foil, I ask, “This okay?” I don’t wanna assume she still wants to go all the way. I might die if she doesn’t, but I still need to ask.

She nods, her eyes glued to my palm working myself over. She pushes my arm out of the way and palms me. When her hand doesn’t quite reach all the way around, her eyes widen. I got some girth. And, okay, some length too.

I lean down and kiss her. “We’ll go slow. I promise to make you feel good.”

Her lips tilt up. “I don’t need slow.”

Fuck me.

She licks my bottom lip as she tugs me just the way I like it, firm strokes with a flick of her wrist at the end. “Do you taste yourself on me?” I ask.

Her brows pull together, and uncertainty flashes in her eyes. “Yeah. That’s… that’s kinda weird.”

Her words give me pause.

Have the men she’s dated never gone down on her? That’s a crime against womanhood. This beautiful creature was born to be worshiped.

“I love how you taste. Next time, I’m gonna have you sit on my face.” I wink at her and do my best to not laugh at her horrified expression. No, this girl definitely hasn’t been pleasured enough by the men in her life.

Not that I want to think of her with other dudes.

She could’ve been all yours, dumbass, if you hadn’t broken things off.

I battle away that depressing thought.

Using my teeth, I tear open the condom. Once I’m locked and loaded, I kneel between her legs and watch as I push into her, stretching her wide. She’s so wet and tight, I have to clench my jaw to hold back.

She makes the sexiest sound, a little grunt that almost sends me over the edge as she tightens around me.

“Jesus, Gabby. I don’t have words for how good you feel.”

Her nails dig into my thighs as I sink deeper. I’m about to ask if she’s okay, if we need to slow down, when she gives me a breathy, “Yes!” She tightens around me as a shudder runs through her, and it snaps something in me.

I fall forward and brace myself against the bed as I pump in and out of her until the frame bangs against the wall. She grabs a fistful of my hair and drags my mouth to hers where I devour her. Our bodies smack together. Sweat slicks our skin. We pant and groan as we maul each other.

We roll over, tangled in the sheets as we push pillows and bedding out of the way. Something crashes in the corner, but unless the ground opens up and swallows us, there’s no way I’m stopping.

She rises up over me like a goddess, her long hair a tangle behind her, her perfect breasts bouncing as she rides me, and she’s so beautiful and fierce it takes my breath away.

I grab her hips and help her pump me. Harder. Faster. But I can’t finish without her coming too.

Snaking one hand between us, I run my thumb over her swollen skin until she trembles. Her eyes widen, and she tosses her head back and quakes around me with a scream.

My release barrels into me, and I crush her to me as I come.

For an earth-shattering minute, everything in my life makes sense. Because being with this woman feels so right.