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natural how we come together, like we’ve been having sex for way longer than just now. And sex is not like this. It’s never like this for me.
    It both excites and scares me how right this feels.
    His hips swivel, and his cock hits a spot in me that makes me see shooting stars. I raise my legs to wrap around his waist, causing him to press even deeper inside me, and he grunts, his eyes slitting half-closed, long eyelashes creating half-moon shadows on his cheekbones. His thrusts turn harder, more determined, and . . .
    He.
    Does.
    Not.
    Stop.
    Not once.
    His stamina is out of this world, his power awe-inspiring, and his control is unbelievable. And me? I’m the total opposite. I grip him tighter, my back arching, and my touches are frantic. I’m not remotely in control. He leans down, his mouth capturing a nipple.
    My fingers sink into his hair, holding him there, and then, impatiently, I tug him up so I can kiss him properly with tongue, teeth, and a heavy dose of sin.
    He lets go of my mouth, looks into my eyes, and then he lets himself go.
    Yes.
    Yes.
    YES.
    He doesn’t falter, not once. His thrusts quicken; that super fine cock of his knowing exactly what to do. Deep. Hard. Demanding.
    And I can’t hold on.
    I can’t.
    Not anymore. Not any longer. I come with a keening cry. The release is so intense and strong that it feels like my body is a series of fireworks going off. I can’t stop coming. It’s endless and mind-blowing, and I need him to come like I need air. My pussy clenches him tight, milking him. And he lets out a harsh sound, wringing out my last orgasm when he comes.
    He rests on top of me, his weight heavy and welcoming, his cock still inside of me. His heartbeat drums against mine, both of us slick from sex.
    He raises himself off, his cock leaving me, and I feel the tiniest twinge of soreness, but it’s so worth it. He sits on the edge of the mattress, removing the condom, his back to me. I lean over, my hand half-raised to touch that gorgeous back of his, when he stands to toss the condom in the trash. I hastily drop my hand back to the mattress before he turns around. His breath saws in and out, as he takes in my naked, replete form.
    His cock jumps, growing thick once more. My body starts to ache for him. I reach for a wrapped condom on his nightstand and toss it his way. He easily catches it, and I beckon him with my finger, with my eyes, as I lie back on the mattress and spreading my legs. Inviting him to play once more.
    And he takes me up on it with the best kind of RSVP ever.

Chapter 5
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    It’s half past midnight when we finish with the last condom. Four times . Four . And that’s not even counting the five orgasms that happened on the dock.
    This time when Griff gets up, I don’t pull him back, and he doesn’t turn around and give me that look that says I’m going to fuck you . Pleasure has been wrung out of me. I’m satisfied and happy, and it’s been the best night of my life so far.
    Thank God I missed that boat cruise.
    Griff tosses the last used condom into the trash and goes to his door. He glances at me once before heading out. Clearly he’s going to the bathroom, and I need to get up anyway.
    I’m not fooling myself here. I know this was a random kind of thing. And I don’t want to have an awkward morning after. It’s not as if I’m even looking for a relationship. No way. It’s exactly one week until graduation. Getting serious about any guy would lead to disaster.
    I make myself get up and call for a cab from Griff’s cell as I put my dress and jewelry back on. I’m zipping up the side of my dress when Griff returns. We pause briefly. I break first and tie the thin strings around my neck, and he steps into his room to grab a fresh pair of boxer briefs and gray sweats from the dresser. He puts them on along with a white tank. I try to smooth out my messy, just had sex hair. I know I have a hair tie in my clutch, but I don’t want to search for it right