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that nagged at her.
    Blowing a hot breath against her, he let the pad of his thumb rest on her clitoris, moving in small circles. She could feel him looking at her, studying her. No man had ever watched as her pussy quaked and hummed. Embarrassment took over and she put her hands between her legs.
    “No,” he said forcefully, moving them to her sides before thrusting a finger deep inside her.
    She let out an audible moan of delight as he slipped out and added a second digit, twisting as he removed them again. His tongue swiped over her before he used his fingers again. That was the rhythm for what seemed like a frustrating age.
    Lick, thrust, out.
    Lick, thrust, out.
    Then he stopped. Just as she thought she might explode around his hand and mouth, he stopped. She frowned and held herself still for a second, irritated by the sudden end to her pleasure.
    Leah wiggled her hips, trying to force him to continue. He chuckled, placing a kiss on her clitoris, and shuffled up the bed. He cupped her with his palm, the tips of his fingers tickling her. He stayed in that position for a few seconds before adding some pressure behind his palm, letting his finger dip between her folds again.
    “I love the way you react to my touch,” he whispered against her shoulder, and he drove into her, taking in her shouts of delight as her orgasm built. She clenched around his hand, her own fisting in the sheets beside her. As she relaxed, he pulled out and drove in again, pressing his palm on her clitoris again.
    “Fuck you feel good,” he said, and nipped at her collarbone. He rolled over to kiss her, swiping his tongue over hers, taking all of her in while his fingers and hand continued to rock her to the brink of total destruction.
    She lifted a hand and held on to his head as if letting go might make her fall to her death. He put his hand from between her thighs, sweeping over her hips, leaving a trail of her own wetness on her skin, grabbing at the soft flesh of her bum.
    Letting go of her, he stood up and stripped out of his trousers, taking a condom from his pocket. He stood proud and throbbing with need. Leah reached out for him, helped him roll the sheath over his cock, desperation taking over.
    Ty dropped between her thighs. The tip of him rested against her entrance. She wrapped her legs around him, linking her ankles beneath his backside, urging him forward. Playfully, he resisted for a couple of attempts before succumbing and driving into her, pushing her up the bed with the force of his body moving into hers.
    A cry left her throat. It was animalistic and louder than she had thought it would be, pure lust flowing through each sound. He thrust into her over and over again, grabbing at her backside as though he was losing control and needed to hold on to something, anything, and she was there for him. There were going to be at least five finger-shaped bruises the next morning, of that she was sure. She didn’t care, though. Ty Sinclair was fucking her with wild yet precise movements in a way that could easily become addictive.
    “Shit,” he exhaled over her neck. Perspiration beaded over his forehead and shoulders. Leah lifted her head and licked one salty droplet away as it began to drip down his arm. She positioned her hands to his back and dragged her nails down either side of his spine. He shivered, pushing into her as far as he could. She cried out in response, feeling heat sear through her flesh as he drove into her.
    His balls tightened and lifted against her. He held himself still for a brief moment, catching his breath as he tried to fight the inevitable. Leah circled her hips, trying to find the pressure that would bring her to her own climax.
    Ty relaxed and drove into her one final time, spilling inside her, releasing himself all at once. Leah arched, pressing her breasts against his chest. She spiraled into a dizzying, blinding orgasm, all of her tightening and sparking at the same time. The intensity scared her and