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I moved. Slow at first, rocking, finding the angle that made the ridges along his shaft hit right against the spot that turned my vision white. His hips rose to meet mine, controlled, letting me set the pace, and his thumbs traced circles against my hipbones while I rode him.

I picked up speed. His cock hit deep on every downstroke, and the wet sound of us together filled the room alongside our ragged breathing.

“Harder.” Not a request. “I can take it. I need it.”

He sat up beneath me without warning, one arm locked around my waist, the other hand gripping the back of my neck, and drove up into me, and I lost the ability to do anything but hold on and take the full length of his cock.

My arms wrapped around his neck, and he fucked me with a rhythm that was past careful, past civilized, somewhere raw and necessary that we’d been circling ever since we met.

His mouth found my breast, tongue against my nipple, and his cock drove deep, those ridges stimulating every part of my pussy.

I came hard. The orgasm tore through me in waves, my pussy clenching tight around his cock, and he groaned against my skin, a sound so honest it almost undid me worse than the orgasm.

“Again!” He didn’t stop fucking me. His cock drove up into me through the aftershocks of my orgasm, relentless, and his thumb found my clit and pressed, circling, stimulating, and grinding against me.

I came a second time before the first one finished, my body shaking against his.

Rennick’s teeth grazed my shoulder, his mouth exploring as he fucked me hard and deep. It was all I could do to hold on, my thighs shaking and breath erratic.

I reached down, feeling his slick cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I stroked and teased with my fingers, sweat and juices mingling, and he groaned and kept on fucking.

Rennick shifted position, moving onto his knees. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he held me off the bed as he drove his cock into me.

“Oh, fuck me,” I moaned out.

His laugh was low and full of heat. “That’s the idea.”

A second later, he slid out of me, turned me, and pulled me so my back was flush against his chest. He wasted no time in thrusting in from behind, my pussy sealing around him, aching to be filled again and again by those perfect ridges and heat.

The angle of his cock hit a different part of my pussy, making me cry out. A hand settled on my hip, and the other slid across my clit, fingers grinding against me. He slid his hand up and down my clit, a rhythmic, fast pulsing that had me seeing stars as he coaxed me toward a third orgasm.

“Open your eyes,” he whispered into my ear.

I hadn’t even realized they were shut. My naked body appeared in the full-length wall mirror when I opened them. Legs spread, Rennick’s fingers rubbing my clit with the perfect pressure, his cock spearing into me, my thighs soaked with our mingled desire.

“Watch us fucking,” he said, sliding a hand up to my breast and stroking the hard nipple, his cock surging into me even harder, almost lifting me off the bed with each thrust.

I couldn’t speak, only groan with pleasure as our sweat-mingled limbs slammed together. My hand came back, and I twisted my head to capture his mouth, a messy tangle of tongues and heavy breathing.

Rennick moaned into my mouth, his thrusts growing erratic and even faster, his fingers relentless against my pussy, causing my insides to clench and another orgasm to flicker.

“Oh, fuck! Yeah, just like that.” At least, that was what I thought I said. The logic in my head was gone, and all I felt was Rennick’s hands, tongue, and cock working together.

The quivering inside me grew, and my orgasm hit so hard, I forgot to breathe. Pussy clenching, muscles shaking, my hand in Rennick’s hair, holding on as waves of pleasure shocked through me.

He followed me over with a shudder that rocked the bed frame. His cock pulsed inside me, thick and hot, and his arms crushed me against his chest.

We stayed like that. Wrapped around each other, breathing hard, slick with sweat. He didn’t pull out, his cock staying hard, and I didn’t move away, watching us reflected in the mirror.

Rennick kissed my hand as I slowly removed it from his hair and slid off his cock.

I turned and traced the line of his spine, following ridges I hadn’t mapped yet, and his hand moved to the back of my neck, thumb moving in slow circles against my hairline.

I pulled back enough to look at him. His eyes were dark amber, warm, stripped of every defense he’d carried. My hand rested on his chest over his heartbeat, steady now, slowing. And the pain in his eyes was gone. For that moment, he only saw me, not the fuckery he’d dug up when we’d looked through the ship’s records.

This was supposed to be a good fuck with a gorgeous problem. I was supposed to walk out of this clear-headed and uninvested, the way I always did. That was the deal. That was how I operated.

But now...