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of my ass cheeks and spread me wide. He circled the forbidden rosette with his tongue and back down to my soaked center. I ground against his face, seeking more pleasure. He gave it—in spades.
    I held the base of his cock tight, staving off his impending orgasm.
    “What the fuck?” he roared, and I scrambled off his mouth and out of his grip. Before he could chastise me, I centered my body over his cock and slammed down to the base. We both cried out. His hands grabbed my hips and held on as I rode him reverse cowgirl. The feeling in this position was harsh. Every thrust felt like an impaling in the worst yet surprisingly most blissful way. Facing his feet, I leaned forward and rested my hands on his shins for leverage.
    “Jesus Christ,” he gasped.
    His fingers tightened around my hips. As I leaned forward, his dick lodged so deep I could barely breathe.
    “Fuck,” he grated out through his gritted teeth.
    I held still for a few moments, letting my body adjust to the new intrusion. I was wholly unprepared for the depth and angle of his dick inside me. I swore if I leaned back, I’d feel him in my stomach. Lifting off my knees, I slid up and down his shaft, experimenting with this new sensation. Every nerve ending was alight with energy as his girth stretched and his length penetrated, piercing that wicked spot inside repeatedly.
    “Wes,” I choked out, picking up the pace. Needing more of him.
    “That’s it, baby, take me deep. Harder. You can do harder,” he groaned, his toes curling in front of me.
    Just when I got the hang of the new feeling, one of his hands left my hips, followed by a wet sensation over my forbidden hole. Wes rubbed in a circular pattern around the tiny pucker. Lost in the pattern, I moved my hips in a ring, stirring his cock inside me. The next time I lifted up, his thumb started to dip in. When I rooted deep, so did his thumb.
    “Oh, my god. I don’t know if I can handle…” I tried to lift away, but Wes wouldn’t have it.
    “You will take everything I have to give, Mia.” Wes moved that wicked finger in and out while I mindlessly rode him, stuck in an endless loop of stimulation.
    “One day, I’m going to take it all. Everything you have to give and keep it safe. Protect it with all that I am.” His voice was filled with emotion, or lust, or perhaps a bit of both. I didn’t know. All I knew was him, filling me, completing me, rocking my goddamn world.
    “God, I love you,” I said as I lifted up, slammed down, tilted my head back, and came, grinding deep. His thumb kept moving, pushing me through, forcing my orgasm to a pinnacle so high, I lost my breath.
    “Oh, your pussy is like the sweetest death grip,” he said while releasing my ass, gripping my hips, and thrusting into me several times until, his hips lifted high, he rooted deep and released within me on a long drawn out blissful groan. It was all too much. Too much sensation. Too much love. Just…too much. I blacked out.
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    I woke to Wes’s fingers running through my hair, my head resting on his bare chest. Experimenting, I stretched my toes and felt soreness in the muscles in my belly, back, and nether regions. I actually felt as though I’d ridden a bucking horse and failed. But I knew I’d won.
    “Ah, there’s my girl. Lost you there for a minute.”
    “How long was I out?” I mumbled against his chest, not wanting to move any muscles again.
    He chuckled. “Just long enough for me to pull you off my dick, turn you around, and cuddle you up against me. I can’t believe you blacked out.”
    “Yeah, well, that was intense,” I said, kissing his chest.
    Wes continued caressing my hair and trailing his hand down my back. “It was. What made you decide to try out that position?”
    I half shrugged. “Don’t know. I’d never done it before, and when you got me all crazy, I had to have you inside. That was faster than flipping around.”
    Wes hummed. “This is true. It definitely worked. I like seeing