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“You’re about to, baby,” he promises against my lips.

Kyle quickly disposes of his clothes. I watch with my bottom lip tucked between my teeth as he rolls the Magnum over his massive rod.

“Is … that thing real?” I say without thinking.

His eyes land on me, that arrogant smirk of his growing. “Are you scared, Riley?”

Kind of.

I scramble for an answer, but Kyle’s faster. He leans in and kisses my forehead, the tip of my nose, and finally my lips. Tension seeps out of me with each press of his lips against my skin.

“It’s all real,” he says before biting my earlobe. “And all for you.” That’s the last warning I get before he’s pushing inside of me.

I go to wrap my arms around his shoulders, but he takes my wrists in one of his hands and pins them over my head. With his other hand, he tucks my leg high on his waist. This position gives him more room to slip deeper inside of me.

“Breathe, Riley.”

I exhale for the first time in I don’t know how long.

He doesn’t move at first. Instead, his eyes search mine as if he’s making sure I’m okay. That same cockiness is there, but it’s accompanied by a level of caring and sweetness that I never would’ve expected from Kyle … not before this weekend.

I give him a slight nod.

That’s when he starts to move. His eyes never leave mine as he pistons his hips. He feels sinfully good inside of me. He drops his head to the crook of my neck and traces the veins there with his tongue. All of the sensations filling my body blur my vision.

I attempt to wiggle my wrists free from his hold. I want to touch him, to pull him closer to me. But Kyle never breaks the grasp he has around my wrists. He does capture my lips in another searing kiss. Our bodies move against one another’s, finding a rhythm that matches us perfectly.

He’s demanding yet gentle and soft at the same time. Kyle is all consuming as he plunders my body, chasing me higher and higher up the ladder of pleasure. Soon, I feel as if I’ll break apart.

And that’s when the explosion happens.

The orgasm overtakes every inch of my body. I don’t even realize that I’m yelling his name until I come down from my high, my voice hoarse.

Kyle tenses above me, and his hand clenches around my wrists firmly as he empties into the condom.

For a while panting is the only sound in the room.

Then Kyle rolls us over so that I’m laying on top of him. He’s still throbbing inside of me.

“That would be a yes,” he murmurs, smirking.

“What are you talking about?”

That grin of his grows. “You’re a screamer.”

CHAPTER19

Kyle

“I cannot believe how damn competitive you are.” Riley glares at me over her shoulder from the kitchen.

I lean back against the arm of the couch and drag my eyes over the black lace panties, garter belt, and skin tone stockings she’s wearing. Over the panties she wears a red apron that skims the tops of her thighs.

“You shouldn’t have dared me,” I reply, my eyes firmly planted on her ass.

Riley is half naked in her kitchen, chopping vegetables because she dared me to a game of bowling. She thought she could beat me. That’s when I bet her that if she lost, she’d have to cook me dinner in nothing but a pair of heels and a panty set.

She lost because no fucking way was I about to miss out on this opportunity.