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“Carson, you feel so good inside of me,” she whispers, leaning over to place tiny kisses across my chest, her nails digging into me just enough to drive me fucking wild.

But I let her run the show.

It’s hard to keep still, but oh how fucking rewarding it is.

I groan at the new sensation when she changes position.

“Am I doing it right?” she asks innocently, but I know she’s a smart woman. She can feel how hard my dick is inside of her. The way I’m trembling on the very edge.

But she doesn’t stop teasing, and I’m not sure if she’s making up for lost time, or simply curious about my body’s reaction to her.

She takes my hands and places them on her breasts.

Oh fuck. This is way better than I ever imagined … and I’ve imagined it.

And then one of her hands slips between us, and she begins rubbing herself, and me. She fucks me so goddamn slow it keeps me right on the fucking edge, but when her other hand slips behind her and her fingertips brush over my balls, I fucking lose all sense of control.

“Fuck, Luna, I’m seriously going to come.” My voice is strained as I fight the urge, but her only response is to fuck me harder and faster.

“Ahhh, fuuuuck,” I yell, coming so hard, I know she has to feel it rushing inside of her.

My hooded eyes take her in as she continues to ride me, greedily insisting that I give her every fucking drop.

As soon as she slows, I flip her onto her back and tongue her sweet fucking pussy until she’s screaming my name. I don’t give a fuck that it’s filled with my cum.

“Carson, oh, oh, oh, fuck, oh, oh my god.”

My girl will always be the first and the last to come.

I don’t mind falling in the middle somewhere.

She grabs hold of her own breasts and spreads her legs wide for me.

“Don’t stop,” she begs. “Please don’t stop.”

Oh, I won’t. I’m just getting started.

Chapter Forty-Nine

Luna

I’m walking around the cabin on cloud nine when Carver and Cole return the next day.

Carson made love to me the entire time they were away. Of course we slept. In increments. It seems we can’t get enough of each other.

And the good news is it’s just been him and me.

I don’t know what changed. Maybe it was simply time. It just felt right.

And once we started, I couldn’t stop.

“You made it back,” I say, watching Cole drop his keys and billfold on the counter.

“Of course we made it back,” Carver says, giving me a quick hug on the way to his room.

“Did you have fun?” I ask Cole, turning away from him when he looks at me.

“Yeah, I won two hundred fat ones,” he says, rapping his knuckles on the counter.