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And she’s so damned beautiful, so perfect and full of life, I can’t keep my eyes off her hands. They’re everywhere, touching, teasing, and playing, slipping between her thighs, and pushing the vibrator into her center. Her hips undulate and roll. Her thighs clench and unclench. And that ass? It bounces slowly, riding those vibrations and claiming every titillating wave of pleasure.

My mouth waters as all my blood rushes to my growing erection. It wants to join in the fun too when Sophia ascends to a climax. She’s playing her final card, and my God, my girl is playing to win. She’s taking back her power, from Roman and every other man who told her she wasn’t perfect exactly as she is. In this important moment, she’s giving something to herself, something they never could.

She’s loving herself the way she deserves.

With her kneeling right before me, she whimpers, writhes, and bucks. She’s doing it, she’s coming, and my God, she’s magnificent. I fall to my knees in front of my perfect little kitten because I’m in motherfucking awe.

When Sophia’s had enough, I turn off the vibrator. She slumps into my arms, where our lips crush and meld.

I whisper praises between kisses. “You’re amazing. You come so well by yourself. I can’t wait to see you do it again. I should have never left you this morning. I’m sorry.”

“Gio. Take me home,” she says.

As we pass a speechless Roman, I cut him with a threatening stare and say, “Don’t come near my lady again.” Then I continue the most important mission of my life: finally making Sophia mine.

Sophia and I head toward the bungalow, but we’re unable to keep our hands off each other. We grind, kiss, nip, lick, squeeze, stumble, and giggle along our route. But the closer we get to our destination, the more frantic our touches become.

I swipe the keypad and kick open the front door. Sophia and I fumble across the threshold and crash into the entry table, knocking over a stack of books, causing papers to flutter to the floor.

We twirl to a new spot, where I pin her against the wall. I grip her thigh and hoist it around my waist, and then I hold her hands above her head as I drive the length of my rock-hard cock into her center. I’m mesmerized as her eyes roll back into her head. She slips into delirium, and I kiss her neck, her ear, her luscious lips, and her swelling chest.

“You’re perfect,” I whisper.

“I need you,” she murmurs.

Sophia tugs my hair, digs her heels into my lower back, and somehow brings me closer. Closer. So close, but it’s still not close enough, even though I don’t know whose heart is racing faster—hers or mine.

“We can wait.” I pull away then, suddenly hyperaware she may not want this to end with sex. “If you’re not ready.”

Her eyes soften in the first quiet moment we’ve had since we jumped each other. I think she may not be ready for this, but then there’s a shift in her demeanor. Her eyes glitter like she’s won the prize.

“Too bad, because I can’t wait for you.” She grabs my aching cock through my shorts, and it jumps at her command.

We tornado through the house, losing clothing and shoes as we go. We stop at the sofa where I kiss her clavicle, taste her jaw, and savor the difference between the texture of her nipple and the heat of her supple body.

We flip to the dining table, where I lay her back for a second serving and dine between her thighs. I kiss her stomach, grip her ass, let my fingers sink into her skin, and dive in to taste her sweet, delicious heat. She comes again, screaming my name, but we don’t stop there. Sophia kneels before me at the kitchen island and takes my cock into her mouth as my fingers knot into her hair.

“Jesus. Fuck.” I squeeze my eyes shut and think better of it. I need to see this.

I open them and watch her tongue circle the head, taste my pre-cum, and then, then, I watch the length of my cock disappear into her mouth until I’m deep in her hot throat.

“Fuckkk.” My knees almost buckle at the sound of her sucking me off. I whimper.

She plays with my balls, grips my thighs, and pumps my girth. Somehow, though I don’t understand how, her hands are everywhere all at once. But when a finger slips in my asshole, I buck forward, losing myself in a moment of ecstasy. I lean onto the countertop, trying to hold it together, but I’m quickly losing the battle. It’s all too much. If we keep going, I’ll explode.

“I’m so damned horny for you.” I cup her head.

She pulls away, but she hasn’t let go. She’s jerking me off. That action alone has me dripping. Edging.

“But the rules say if I lick it, it’s mine.” Her not-so-innocent eyes, so bright and large, settle on mine.

The little tease.

I laugh. “It’s yours, kitten. It’s all yours. But right now, I need to bury myself inside you.” I swipe a thumb across her plump, slick lips.

I lift her close, until our naked bodies press tight. Her tits grazing my chest and my cock swiping her curls does me in. I inhale a shaky breath, losing control. It might as well be my first time all over again.

“Let’s go.” She clasps my hand, and we race up the stairs.