Could I come like this? No. And that was the point—it was so nearly there that I drove my fist into the mattress, throttling my lungs. Locke heard me and pulled back, leaving his teeth marks behind. He slid inside me again, strong and sure, yanking me upright, my spine to his chest, his arm a solid anchor around my waist. His lips hot at my ear. “We fit together.” That was it. His only words before he set a new rhythm that fucking blindsided me. Hard. Fast. Not fucking gentle. I fell forward again, one hand clinging to his hip, the other flying to my dick. I gritted my teeth again, but then
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