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I close my eyes and let my head fall back against the pillow.

Fuck.

Of course I didn’t. I’d been so focused on finishing the job that protection never crossed my mind.

She tears the packet open, then rolls the condom down my cock. Then she straddles me, positioning herself, and slowly sinks down—taking just a few inches. Her breath catches sharply.

I’m a lot to take.

“Easy,” I mutter. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

Carmen shakes her head and presses a finger to my lips. “Shh.”

Then she starts riding me—slow and shallow at first, gradually working more of me inside until she’s taking nearly every inch. Her pace builds, hips rolling in a rhythm that fries my brain.

I’m losing my mind beneath her. Every roll of her hips, every bounce of her breasts, the way her lips part on a soft moan and her eyes flutter half-closed—I can’t look away. She’s breathtaking.

She leans forward, kissing me hard, then suddenly lifts off and spins into reverse cowgirl. The sight of her round, perfect ass bouncing as she sinks back down on me is incredible…but it feels wrong. I can’t see her face.

I swallow hard. “Turn back around.”

She slows, glances over her shoulder, then lifts off and turns to face me again. The second she sinks down, taking me deep in one smooth glide, the words spill out.

“…This. Better,” I rasp. “Wanna see you.”

I pull on the tie, desperate to touch her, but it doesn’t give.

She smiles and starts riding me like she’s determined to ruin me. Her hips move faster, harder, her cunt clenching around me with every stroke. I watch her—flushed, beautiful, completely in control—until her rhythm falters. She comes hard as she pulses around my cock.

The feeling of her falling apart drags me right to the edge but just as I’m about to go over, she stops completely, lifting until only the head of my cock is still inside her.

I thrust up desperately, chasing her heat, but Carmen shakes her head and plants both hands on my chest, pinning me down with surprising strength.

“You’ll take what I give you,” she says.

Then she starts rolling her hips again—slow, torturous strokes. The pleasure is devastating. My eyes roll back and a raw groan rips from my throat.

“Fuck…Carmen,” I rasp, hips jerking helplessly.

She won’t let me have it. Every time the pressure builds and my body tightens, she senses it and eases off, keeping me dangling right on the edge. I’ve never felt this helpless. Never been this out of my mind with need.

“Please,” I beg, voice cracking. “Please…I need to…”

She smiles down at me—that wicked smile that wrecks me every single time. She leans forward, breasts brushing my chest, and kisses the corner of my mouth.

“Not yet,” she whispers against my lips.

She keeps riding me with merciless control, sliding up and down my cock in long, slow strokes. Every time my thighs start to shake and my balls draw tight, she slows again, holding me suspended in that brutal, sweet agony until I’m trembling beneath her.

A broken whimper escapes me. I don’t even care anymore.

“Fuck…please,” I plead, voice hoarse and desperate. “I can’t—I need…”

The words fall out raw and shameless. I’m a whimpering, shaking mess tied up beneath her, and I don’t give a damn.

She finally takes pity on me. Her pace shifts. She starts moving hard and fast. Her hips slam down, taking me deep. The pressure that had been building for so long snaps violently.

“Fuck—Carmen⁠—”