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"Brock—" she starts, but I cut her off with a kiss, deep and hungry.

"I need you," I murmur against her mouth.

"I'm already yours," she whispers, her hands sliding up my chest.

I take her hand and lead her upstairs to my bedroom, closing the door behind us. The room is dark except for the moonlight streaming through the windows, and I turn to face her, my hands already reaching for the zipper of her dress.

"Tell me you want this," I say, my voice rough.

"I want this," she says immediately. "I want you."

I pull the zipper down slowly, watching as the green fabric slides off her shoulders and pools at her feet. She's wearing black lace underneath, and the sight of her makes my control snap.

I lift her onto the bed, following her down, my mouth finding hers again. She arches into me, her hands tugging at my shirt, and I pull back just long enough to strip it off before returning to her.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I murmur, my hands sliding up her thighs.

I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pull them down, tossing them aside. Then I settle between her thighs, my hands spreading her open.

"Brock," she whispers, her hips shifting restlessly.

"I know, baby." I lean down, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh. "I'm going to take care of you."

I lower my mouth to her pussy, and the taste of her makes me groan. Megan's hands fly to my hair, her back arching off the bed as I work her with my tongue, slow and deliberate, savoring every sound she makes.

"Oh God," she gasps. "Brock, please⁠—"

"Please what?" I murmur against her, my fingers sliding inside her.

"I need—I need you inside me."

I pull back, my cock aching as I strip off the rest of my clothes. When I settle over her again, I take her hands and pin them above her head, my fingers lacing with hers.

"Look at me," I say.

Her eyes meet mine, dark and full of trust.

I push inside her slowly, and the feel of her—tight and wet and perfect—makes my vision blur. Megan gasps, her body arching into mine, and I hold still for a moment, letting her adjust.

"You okay?" I ask, my voice strained.

"Yes," she breathes. "God, yes. Move, Brock. Please."

I start to move, slow and deep, my hips rolling against hers. Every thrust pulls a sound from her throat, and I lean down to kiss her, swallowing her moans.

"You feel so good," I murmur against her mouth.

I release her hands, and she wraps her arms around me, her nails digging into my back. I shift the angle, hitting deeper, and Megan cries out, her body tightening around me.

"That's it," I murmur. "Come for me, baby."

She shatters, her body clenching around my cock, and the feel of her coming undone pulls me over the edge with her. I bury my face in her neck, groaning her name as I come, my hips jerking against hers.

For a long moment, we just lie there, tangled together, our breathing ragged.

Finally, I pull back, brushing her hair away from her face. "I love you," I say quietly.

"I love you too," she whispers, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw.