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“Good?” I asked gruffly, pounding into him.

“So good,” he sobbed. “River.”

“That’s it, baby. Say my name. Tell me who fucks you best.”

“You, River.” His hands slid over my stomach, unable to hold on because of my brutal pace.

The sound of slapping skin was so loud I would have worried about hurting him if he hadn’t been moaning up a storm and begging for more.

“Touch yourself,” I ordered. “Stroke your dick for me. Get yourself nice and close, but no coming. Not yet.”

He worked his cock, his hand moving furiously as he jacked off.

It took everything in me to focus on Hayden and not on the pleasure building inside me. I was so close, but I held off. I needed him to come first. Needed his orgasm like I needed my next breath.

He let go of his dick with a cry. “Too close.”

With a feral growl, I rolled us over so he was on his back and I was between his legs. He spread his thighs wider, opening to me.

Tilting my hips, I made sure to not only nail his prostate but also drag my abs over his dick with every punishing thrust.

I swallowed his pleasure sounds with my kisses, wanting to be connected with him in every way possible when we came.

He clung to me, moving with me and kissing me back with as much fervor and need as I felt.

The pressure in my body was near the flash point. I tried to hold off, but I felt the moment my orgasm ignited, sparking in my balls and moving up my dick in a pulse of pure need.

Desperately, I pressed down on him and rubbed his cock with my abs.

Hayden stiffened under me, and then he came, shaking and clinging to me as he shot between our bodies.

His channel clenched and rippled around my shaft, pulling me deeper inside him. I slammed into him a final time and came with a low cry, our lips still fused. Reality faded away, and all I was aware of was Hayden coming with me.

When the pleasure finally subsided, I blinked my eyes open. I was lying over Hayden, my face pressed into his neck.

Blinking a few more times to clear the cobwebs, I kissed his throat. “You okay, baby?” I asked softly.

He mumbled something unintelligible.

Carefully, I rolled onto my back and laid him on my chest. He nuzzled my neck with his lips and snuggled into me.

Wrapping my arms around him, I held him close, listening to his breathing and his heart rate as they gradually slowed to normal.

“River?” he mumbled, his voice still a bit faraway.

“Yeah, baby.” I rubbed his back. I made a mental note to pull the blankets free next time we had sex. His skin was already going cold, but I couldn’t get the covers up without moving him off me. I wasn’t ready to let him go.

“That was…wow.”

“Yeah.” I kissed his shoulder. “How do you feel?”

“Good.” He chuckled. “My legs are tingling.”

“My whole body is.” I let out a deep sigh.

“What time is it?”

“Um.” I looked around. A clock sat on his night table. “It’s almost nine.”