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A rumble moved through him at the sensation.

He moved across my chest to tease me some more, making me arch backward into his mouth as my hips kept rolling, rocking, grinding against him.

York’s hands traced the slope of my back, sank into my ass, pulling me against him harder and faster.

Then with a growl, just as frustrated as I was, he grabbed the waistbands of my shorts and panties, pulling until I had no choice but to shift upward to free the material.

Finished, his hand slid between my legs, dragging a ragged moan from my lips as his thumb found my clit and two of his fingers thrust inside me.

I rocked shamelessly against his palm as his lips found mine again, muffling my whimpers and moans as he drove me up with his fingers.

But the ache only seemed to grow, my body craving more. Craving him.

I broke the kiss on a moan, my forehead pressing to his.

“York, please,” I whimpered.

“Please, what?” he asked, teeth nipping my earlobe. “Please let you ride my cock?”

“Yes.”

That rumble moved through him again as his other hand went to the nightstand, fumbling around before coming back with the condom that he nipped the corner of.

My hands moved between us, working his button and zipper free, then reaching inside to pull out his cock.

He made short work of protecting us before grabbing my hips, pulling me over him, then pressing my hips down.

A long, low moan escaped me as I sank down, feeling the stretch of him settling deep.

A ragged curse escaped him as my walls tightened around him.

“Ride me,” he demanded.

And so I did, my movements slow and careful at first, then faster, harder, more uncontrolled.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, his hands on my ass, controlling my movements as I got closer and closer. “There you go. Squeeze my cock.”

I came hard, crying out hard enough to make my throat hurt.

I collapsed into him afterward, but should have known once wouldn’t have been enough for it. It never seemed to be. It wasn’t long before he was moving flat and rocking his hips up into me, making my breath catch.

“How many times do you think I can make you come before you tap out?” he asked, pinning my hips in place as he thrust faster. “We already know I can get six,” he murmured as he drove me quickly toward that edge. “Seven? Eight? There,” he groaned as the orgasm jolted through me unexpectedly, stealing my breath, making my legs shake. “Two,” he counted.

He got a third out of me before my legs were shaking too hard to hold me on top.

But that wasn’t enough reason for him to give up on his mission.

He flipped me under him and moved to kneel, grabbing my legs and yanking them up to his shoulders before he surged deep inside me again.

He fucked me hard then, each thrust making the headboard knock against the wall. And with my hips tilted just right, it wasn’t long before I was crying out as another orgasm shot through me.

York pushed my legs into my chest, the new angle making my breath catch as I looked up at him as he fucked me. Each muscle tensed with every thrust, his eyes molten.

Reaching down, he grabbed each of my wrists, holding me in place as he kept fucking me harder and harder.

When my next orgasm escaped me as more of a cry than a moan and my body started to tremble, he released me, his body coming over mine, pressing me into the mattress as his lips claimed mine.

Reaching down, he grabbed one leg, then the other, guiding them around his lower back as his tongue gently explored mine.