“Braydon,” I moan, dropping my head. It’s too much—the feel of him driving deep inside me, pushing against all the spots that make me lose my mind. The competitive fire in his eyes only makes it hotter.
“I hate to lose, baby,” he grits out, plunging.
My release closes in, blinding me with pinpricks of light. My muscles spasm around his arousal. Wave after wave of pleasure ripples through me, but I anchor to the feeling of him deep inside, his hand gripping my shoulder, and the desperate, possessive look in his eyes as I spin out, shuddering. Again and again, my p***y clamps down on him, and a heartbeat later, I feel his entire body go rigid.
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BRAYDON
Being this deep inside Katy, watching her face in the mirror as she completely falls apart for me, it snaps me in half.
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