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“Fuck.” His jaw clenched, and his muscles bunched. He thrust deep. I could feel the hot pulses of his cock inside me. Sweat slicked his skin, he inhaled a gasp, and his chest expanded with the force of his release.

Finally, he lowered onto his forearms, framing my head, and slanted his lips over mine. He kissed me as my body continued to melt around his. My breasts flattened against the hard plains of his chest. I wound my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his hips, and I kissed him back. Tongues, teeth, and moans of pleasure.

Even as his cock slipped out of me, he continued to kiss me. When we parted, I gently raked my nails over his ear. He dragged his fingertips along the side of my face. A teasing smile twisted his lips. I couldn’t help but smile back. Yeah, it was just that good.

“Don’t go anywhere.” He rolled away from me, draped his legs over the side of the bed, and carefully tugged off the condom. “I’m going to take care of this.” He stood. “I assume you don’t want me to drop it on the floor.”

I laughed.

With the moonlight coming through the sheer curtains, I could see the dimples above his ass and the long taper of his torso and legs. My tummy tumbled. God, he was hot. I loved the way he made me feel. I loved the way he looked. I loved that he rode a motorcycle, and I loved that he was a dad.

But I wasn’t going to fall in love with him. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. Because I never wanted to hurt the way I did after losing Jeff and Matti.

Steele

I’d been up for a while, but I wasn’t ready to get out of bed. The house was quiet. Outside, the streets were the same. Jaymi slept snuggled against me. The scent of her perfume lingered on her pillows. The sheets were soft and the woman softer.

Shallow breaths puffed past slightly parted lips. Dark lashes feathered across her cheeks. She was warm and naked. Her tits gently pressed against me. The heat of her pussy was flush against my flesh. I’d fuck her again—my dick was hard and my balls were heavy—but we’d used both condoms last night. Instead, I closed my eyes and listened to her whisper-quiet breaths.

I had to go soon, but I wanted a few more minutes before reality hit us both. She had to work, and I had to get out of here while it was still dark outside. She needed anonymity. If I wanted back in her bed again tonight, I needed to take her privacy seriously. She was taking risks for me. I was going to make sure she didn’t suffer consequences for my actions.

“Jaymi?”

She stretched, and her arm curved over my torso. Her sleepy eyes opened.

“I should go. It’ll be light soon.”

She blinked, bringing me into focus. “How soon?” Her palm slid along my torso, dipping lower.

I growled and threaded my fingers through her hair. “If you touch my dick, I’m going to have to rub one out. We’re out of condoms.”

Her fingers curled around my cock. “Hmm.” She pressed a kiss to my sternum. My abdomen quivered with anticipation as she flicked her tongue against my navel then she slid deeper under the covers and had me in her mouth.

“Fuck.” My gut clenched, and my cock jerked. Her warm, wet tongue slithered along the length. I gripped the blanket and flipped it to the side. I wanted to see her soft lips wrapped around my cock. “That’s it, baby.”

She tucked her knees under her and positioned over the shaft. What she couldn’t fit in her mouth, she pumped with her fist. With every twist and turn, my balls tightened, and my mind numbed.

When her hair fell forward, I pushed it over her shoulder. Her gaze lifted. Fuck me. The visual was too much. I wasn’t going to last long. “I’m going to need to box breathe, or I’m going to nut like a teenage boy having a wet dream.” Because she was every one of my fantasies. Smart. Beautiful. Maybe I did have a kink. I loved that she was a mom.

She choked on a laugh, and her mouth lifted from my cock.

“Fuck, don’t stop.”

“Then don’t make me laugh. Breathe in. Count to four. Then tell me to take your dick like a good girl.” Her mouth was on me again.

And my girl had a praise kink. “Suck it, baby. Show me how much you want my dick.”

She moaned and squirmed and sucked. Spit trickled down the shaft as her mouth bobbed up and down.

“You’re my whore, Jaymi.” My secret. And I was hers. “My property.” I smiled. “But I’m not going to tattoo it on your ass.”

She fought her smile and laugh, unwilling to break her momentum.

“One day, I’m going to have you on the back of my bike. I’m going to ride us out to the middle of nowhere, and I’m going to fuck you under the stars.”

She hummed, pumped her fist faster, and squeezed me tighter. Her hair fell forward again. She flipped it over her shoulder, gasped a breath, then sucked me again.

“I’m going to come, baby.” My hips bucked, and my muscles clenched. Heat built in my balls, and the telltale sign of release pooled low in my groin.