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Because while I don’t know how many men she’s been with since before I started watching her—and I don’t want to know—I want to be the last one she ever will be.

Once I find this spot, it’ll be her downfall.

I look for it in the crease of her brow.

I listen for it in the space between her breaths.

I feel for it in the dig of her nails across my skin.

When I find it, I know it’s over.

I pound against it, again and again, and I nearly laugh when she realizes it after I do.

“Oh, fuck, right there!”

“You like that?” I ask, fighting the smirk on my lips.

“Yes, fuck, yes, yes.”

“How does it feel?” I don’t know why I ask that. I know it’s good.

“So fucking good. Your cock…”

My cock? What about it? Suddenly I’m desperate to know.

“Tell me how it feels,” I demand.

She gasps. “Oh god, it’s so…big.”

Fuck yes. Now I’m definitely smirking.

“So deep, so full,” she moans.

“That’s right,” I snarl. “Take it.”

“Want to feel you…”

“Yes, feel it.”

“… come inside me.”

I think a small explosion actually occurs in my brain when I remember that I’m going to come, too.

This is her last one.

When I feel her clench on my cock this time, I’m going to fill her sweet cunt so full of me she’ll taste it on her tongue⁠—

“Fuck,” I mutter again as that thought nearly pushes me over.

She moans loudly, and I wonder if she can feel me throbbing.

I mentally shake my head. This isn’t about me.

I look back down to where we’re joined, where I’m pounding into her. Her breasts are bouncing on every thrust, and I push her just a little bit faster.

“I’m the only person you’re ever going to fuck again.”

“Fuck, it’s so good.” She’s babbling again.