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limited control here.” He jerked backward. “Hang on, babe, hang on.”
    She had to give him credit, he took care of the condom business pretty damn fast. Then he was behind her again, this time making good on his word.
    “Fuuuck…” he moaned while pushing slowly inside. “You’re so tight. Tell me if it’s too much.”
    “God no, keep going.” She opened wider, angling her hips to take him deeper. “My loser ex just had a much smaller whisk than yours.”
    Davis’s rhythm faltered as he laughed. “Glad I didn’t disappoint.”
    “Not so far.”
    Another deep laugh filled the room. “Not anytime tonight, babe.” He thrust again. Not slowly this time. Not gently either.
    Air rushed from her lungs. She grabbed for the edge of the countertop, needing purchase under his new rhythm. “Oh, shit,” she said as metal and ingredients crashed to the floor.
    “Forget them.” One hand slid around her body. Two strong fingers pressed against her clit. “Focus on me. This.”
    As if she could think about anything else with his fingers rubbing hard and fast, pushing her closer to the edge. With his cock stroking in and out of her body, filling her to breathless over and over again. But she still wanted more.
    “Touch my ass,” she whispered. “Like you did before, but—deeper.”
    A growl-like sound rumbled behind her. Davis removed his hand from her hip and slid his palm over her skin. His thumb followed the crack of her ass, all the way to his target. “You want my fingers in here, babe? Fucking your sexy ass?”
    “Yes.” God, yes. A million times yes.
    He groaned as he breached her rim. “Fuck, babe, you look so damn sexy, taking my cock and fingers in your hot fucking body.”
    Heat flared from his touch. A burn she never wanted to end. She arched, pressing backward to meet his thrusts. “Deeper. Harder.”
    He banded her waist with one arm, holding her steady while he fucked her, hard and deep. With his cock. With his finger. “You feel so fucking good. Too good. Have to slow down so I last.”
    She shook her head the best she could. Then reached between their legs and cupped his balls.
    “Fuck, don’t do that. I’m too close.”
    Much as she wanted this to go on and on, she wanted him to come. To feel him lose control because of her. So she squeezed. Dragged her nails over the dimpled skin of his sac and smooth surface behind.
    “Jesus, fuck…” He thrust once more, groaning as his body molded to hers. “I told you not to do that,” he said between choppy breaths. “You didn’t come.”
    “I did earlier.”
    “Not good enough.” He lifted his weight from her back and withdrew from her body.
    “I thought it was good,” she said, softly.
    “Oh, it was better than good.” Without warning, he scooped her into his arms, honeymoon style. “But that’s still not good enough,” he said, kissing her while walking to the sofa.
    Her back connected with soft leather as he settled on his knees, with her thighs over his shoulders. “Davis…” She sucked in a breath as his lips coasted over her skin, headed toward her pussy. “You don’t have to do this. Really.”
    “Yeah, I do.” His eyes twinkled up at her from between her legs. “I want dessert, but somebody wrecked the pudding.”
    “I warned you I would.”
    His chuckle vibrated against her sensitive flesh. “So you did. This is better anyway. I’d much rather eat you.” One deep, slow glide of his tongue ended the conversation. The next swipe had her wiggling closer.
    She slid her fingers over his head, pulling them away just as quickly. “Sorry. Forgot about the punch-zone thing.”
    He looked up her body, his arousal-darkened eyes meeting her gaze. “You’ll never be there. I want your hands on me. Got it?”
    She nodded while settling her palms on his shoulders.
    Still, he stared up at her. His warm lips and the tip of his tongue teased her pussy, but without purpose. Waiting for her to comply, clearly.
    So she did,