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“Don’t need it.” I rocked back on the two fingers he had deep inside me. “Need your cock. Need you.”

He scissored his fingers, then pulled them out.

“Flip over for me.”

I tried, but my body didn’t seem to want to cooperate, and I sort of flopped over on my side.

Chuckling warmly, his eyes full of affection and love, he helped me roll onto my back.

Seeing him fully clothed while I was naked sent another thrill through me.

Hurriedly, River got up on his knees and yanked off his clothes, his jerky movements giving away just how on edge he was.

I lay there, watching as more and more of his skin was revealed until he was naked and perfect over me.

“You ready?” He moved between my legs, sitting back on his heels with his knees bracketing my hips.

I spread my thighs wide. “Yeah. So ready.”

Gently, he pushed my knees up and pressed them into my chest. Still holding them there, he shifted closer, his hard dick bumping my inner thigh.

This was my favorite position because I got to see his powerful body moving over me, and the angle caused his cockhead to glide over my prostate with each powerful thrust.

“I love you,” I blurted. Now that I’d said it once, I never wanted to stop.

He met my eyes. “I love you too.”

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RIVER

“I love you too.” I paused and drank Hayden in.

He wasn’t just perfect. He was mine.

Possessive desire flooded my system, and the need to claim him, to show him exactly who he belonged to, warred with the desire to make love to him.

“Fuck me.” He licked his full bottom lip. “Fuck me like only you can.”

A slight roar filled my ears, and my vision tunneled until all I could see was Hayden.

Using one hand, I guided my cock to his waiting hole. Slowly, I pushed against him, teasing him open with shallow thrusts. I loved seeing his body accepting me, loved knowing he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

Not quite ready to give up my mission to hear him beg for more, I dipped inside him, then pulled out when only half of my cockhead was buried in him.

He moaned in protest when I did it again, then again.

“River.” He fisted his hands and tugged on the chain of the cuffs, pulling it tight. “More.”

“You want more?” I pushed in about two inches and held still. “What do you want?”

“You.”

I pulled out and rubbed my tip over his hole, shuddering as pleasure moved up my cock. I was teasing myself as much as him at this point.

“What do you want from me?”

“Fuck me.”