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“Is that okay?” It feels fantastic on my end.

He nods. “Very okay.”

“I want to go faster.”

“Yeah.” He swallows. “Okay.”

I start moving. Up and down, a little grind. Oh, yes, that’s really nice.

I grip his shoulders and lean in slightly, increasing the pressure against my clit.

Oh, there, that’s good. I arch my back and then lift and lower myself again.

“God,” I moan.

“That’s my girl,” he tells me. “Keep going. Take what you need.”

So I do. I just go with what feels good.

I’m suddenly way too hot with my tank on, so I strip it off. Then I run my hands up under his shirt, bunching it up so I can see and touch his chest and abs.

Running my palm over his muscled torso as the muscles bunch and flex makes the muscles in my pelvis also clench.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

His hands are still on my hips, but he’s not trying to direct me at all now.

His jaw is tight, like he’s struggling for control

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“I have never been better in my entire life,” he tells me, his gaze locked on where I’m moving on top of him.

“Are you sure? You look…tight.”

He lets out a quick laugh. “I’m trying to keep from filling my girlfriend’s pussy before she comes again,” he says, bluntly.

I stop.

His gaze snaps to mine.

“Girlfriend?” I ask.

He looks at me with disbelief. “Yes, Sutton, girlfriend. I’m in love with you.”

I shake my head. “Right. Yes. I know, but…”

He leans in, takes my face in both hands and pins with me an intense look. “You’re my girlfriend, Sutton. And I really need you to come again. Please.”

He reaches between us and runs this thumb over my clit.

But something possesses me.

I’m his girlfriend. He’s in love with me. I’m having sex—meaningful sex—for the first time with Lawson Landry. In the barn he procured and renovated for me so I can have a dance studio. That he insisted both my boss and my brother just accept.

I start moving faster, needing… something. Needing him. Needing completion. Needing to make him feel all of the overwhelming emotions that I am suddenly feeling.

“Jesus, Sutton,” he grits out, but he’s right with me, his hands gripping my hips, his hips thrusting upward, his mouth against my throat, breathing hard and murmuring other words: Perfect. Gorgeous. Amazing. Mine.