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She’d have a complete stranger—one who doesn’t frequent the club—believe she’s a relationship girl, and not a hooking up girl. Yet she’s using her sexuality as a way to connect with me while still keeping me at arm’s length. And I want to close that distance she insists on keeping between us.
    “Seriously,” she scolds me. “Are you just going to sit there and stare, or are you going to do something about it?”
    “You don’t know what you’re saying, girl.” I climb over her body, and my cock caresses her inner thigh as I bring my mouth to hers. She steals my breath with ease, without effort, and without hesitation. Her teeth sink into my lower lip when I try to pull away to speak. “You want my cock?”
    “Do you want my pussy?” she shoots back.
    “Answer my question.” I shift my weight, pressing myself against her opening.
    “I want your cock.”
    “How bad do you want it?”
    She tilts her head to look me straight in the eyes. Angelic eyes. Devil eyes. It doesn’t fucking matter. It’s all the same, and I can no longer wait to be inside her.
    I push against her opening, and sink into her slowly. She gasps, digging her fingers into my back, clawing at my skin as I stretch her wide.
    Fuck, it feels so good. Nails digging into my back are my second biggest turn on. There’s nothing quite like it, the knowledge that the only way the girl beneath me can hold onto reality is to hold me as tight as possible. Fuck, the pleasure from the pain is enough to send me over the edge.
    And over the edge I’d go if I were finished with her.
    I’m not.
    This right here isn’t just about sex, not to me. I mean, of course it’s a huge part of our relationship. Nothing beats getting off inside a sexy woman, but it’s not only about sex. It’s about making her scream, and showing her what she’s missing without me. It’s about taking her to the brink, and leaving her wanting more. It’s about making her want me to own her, just like I said I would.
    By the look on her face, it would appear as if I’m halfway there.
    Once she’s filled to the hilt, I pause to let her adjust to my width. Her chest heaves, her mouth quivers, her body shakes, her fingers come to rest at the small of my back, and she closes her eyes. Waiting for the ride to begin, but soon she’ll be praying it never ends.
    “I told you,” I whisper, my voice ragged and shaking, “I’m going to make you change your mind.”
    “Really?” She deliberately sinks her nails into my back. The muscles in my back arch as I shift into her touch, reveling in the pleasure. “Right now, all you’re—”
    By the look on her face, I know she’s about to say something snarky, so I cut her off with a quick pull outward, and then slam back in, burying myself completely.
    She lets out a combined yelp and moan that sends my blood pumping through my veins in overdrive. So fucking sexy.
    “What were you saying?” I flash a wide grin, but don’t wait for her to respond before repeating my long hard thrust. A pure moan is ripped from her throat this time.
    I pick up my speed, but continue the same rhythm. I want to make her feel safe and comfortable, to make her not question my next move. I want her to get lost in one melody, so that when I change the pace, she’s left screaming.
    “Fuck,” she moans softly, her eyes clenched shut. I shift upward so I can get a better view of the way her face contorts with each careful thrust. So I can see the way I can turn her inside out. See the way she craves my touch in the same way I crave hers.
    And just when I’m sure I’ve got her right where I want her, I lower my hands and push her legs into the air. Her eyes flash open, and a curious look passes over her face. I brace her feet against my shoulders, and begin a slow retreat.
    Her mouth drops open as I pull my cock from her and then slam back in. Her world goes dark as she forces her eyes shut. In this position, I’m able to thrust in harder and