This time he pulls out a bit and pushes back in. There’s a moment of discomfort, but it’s quickly replaced by pleasure. He starts a gentle rhythm, eyes never leaving mine, hand on my face, body close, arms caging me protectively. I don’t expect an orgasm. Not the first time. But he carefully hooks my leg under his arm and it changes the angle. His pelvis rubs against my sensitive clit with every gentle thrust. Sensation expands, flowing through my veins, turning into a storm in my belly. It takes over and I fall and fly. “That’s it, that’s my girl,” Chase grinds out. “Look at me, Cammie. Let
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