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His laugh is low and warm.

“Fair point.”

I kiss him again.

And this time, when he starts to guide me closer, I catch his hands.

“My turn to make the rules.”

He looks thoroughly entertained.

I can feel the heat radiating off him, a physical force that makes my skin prickle with anticipation.

His brown eyes stay on mine, amusement slowly giving way to something more intense.

This man gives orders like they're oxygen, yet here he is, waiting for mine. I could get used to this.

I shift my weight, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine.

I can feel him beneath me, thick and hardening, pressing against the soft cleft of my pussy. The sensation sends a jolt of electricity straight to my core, making me ache for the fullness I discovered a few hours ago.

I lean back, arching my spine to give him a full view of my breasts. I see his pupils dilate, his gaze tracking the movement of my nipples, which are already hard in the cool morning air. I want him to want me. I want to see him struggle just a little bit.

“You like the view?” I ask, aiming for seductive. The breathless way it comes out suggests I might need more practice.

"I love the view," he growls, his voice a low rumble that I can feel vibrating through my hips. "But I'm starting to think your rules are a form of torture, sweetheart."

I giggle, a small, playful sound, and slide forward. I don't go all the way down; instead, I tease him, rubbing my wet slit against the head of his cock. I hear him hiss through his teeth, his hips giving a small, involuntary twitch upward.

"Patience, Torch," I murmur.

I reach down, my fingers brushing against his shaft, guiding him toward my opening. I'm already slick, the memory of a few hours ago making me leak for him. I slowly lower myself, inch by agonizing inch. I feel the broad head of his cock stretch me open, pushing past the soreness and replacing it with a mounting pressure that makes my toes curl.

I gasp, my hands planting firmly on his chest for balance. I can feel his heart hammering against his ribs, mirroring my own. I sink lower, feeling the thick length of him sliding deep inside me, filling every empty space. I let out a long, shaky moan, my head falling back as I settle fully onto him.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You're full of surprises.”

I don't answer with words. Instead, I begin to move.

At first, it's just a slow, grinding circle, rotating my hips to feel every ridge of him. I watch his face, the way his jaw tightens, the way his eyes flutter shut in pure ecstasy. I feel a surge of power. I'm the one controlling the depth, the speed, the rhythm.

I pick up the pace, lifting myself up until I'm almost off him, then slamming back down with a wet slap of skin on skin.

"Yes... just like that," Torch rasps, his voice strained. He tries to thrust up to meet me, but I press my palms hard against his shoulders, pinning him to the mattress.

"I told you," I pant, my breasts bouncing with every downward plunge. "My rules."

I start to ride him in earnest, my movements becoming frantic and hungry. I'm not the cautious girl I was earlier. I'm a woman who knows exactly how it feels to be claimed, and now I want to claim him back. I drive myself down on him, my pussy gripping his cock with desperate intensity, the friction building a fire in my belly that threatens to consume me.

Torch is losing his battle with composure. His head is tossing from side to side on the pillow, his breath coming in ragged, heavy gasps. He looks wrecked, completely undone by the sight and feel of me taking him.

"Madison... fuck, sweetheart, you're killing me," he chokes out.

I lean down, my hair falling around us like a curtain, and bite his lower lip. I can taste the salt of his skin and the heat of his breath. I increase the speed, my hips blurring, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the quiet room. I can feel the climax building, a tight coil of tension winding tighter and tighter in my clit.

I stop the vertical movement and start grinding hard, pressing my pelvis flush against his, rubbing my nub against the base of his shaft. I moan loudly, the sound echoing in the room, as the first wave of pleasure crashes over me.

"Torch!" I cry out, my internal muscles clamping down on him in violent, rhythmic pulses.