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She digs her nails into my ass and rocks up into me. I love that she’s found what she needs. That my dick, even through clothes, is enough friction to get her off.

And when she goes, it’s like an explosion. She cries out. She moans. She writhes. And she warns me. Like I need it.

“I’m coming, oh God, I’m coming, oh my fucking God, I’m fucking coming.”

What a smoking, filthy, wonderfully dirty mouth she has. Her lips fall into an O and her eyes squeeze shut. Pleasure and torment mix exquisitely on her beautiful face. I don’t even try to separate anything anymore. I’m so fucking lost in her. I don’t pretend. I don’t want to. I can’t do anything but stare in awe at the glory of Josie coming beneath me in my bed.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she says, panting and moaning as she starts to come down. She breathes out hard and each exhalation sounds like pure satisfaction.

Then she laughs. A giggle at first. As it turns into a chuckle, I arch a brow. “Something funny?”

She shakes her head and opens her eyes. They’re glossy with lust and brimming with satisfaction. “No, I’m laughing because it was so good.”

I flash her a lopsided grin as pride surges through me. “Yeah?”

She loops her arms around my neck and tugs me down, bringing my mouth to hers and kissing me. When she breaks the kiss, she says, “Yeah, Chase. It was the definition of mind-blowing.”

I wiggle an eyebrow.

And then her busy little hand darts between us, shooting down to my briefs. She cups my dick, and I’m not even sure I can ever speak again. Words fail me. There is nothing as good as Josie touching me when I’m on the edge already.

She whistles, a low appreciative sound. “Nice package, Summers.”

What can I say? I wasn’t shortchanged when dicks were handed out.

Then she lets go, pushes on my chest, and knocks me to my back. In a second, I’m pinned. She straddles me, dropping down on my cock, rubbing against me. Her little shorts are damp, soaked all the way through. Grabbing my wrists, she pins them over my head—such a fierce little thing. Straddling me, she rocks back and forth, and holy shit, my roommate is a wild lover. She’s daring and unafraid, and she wants me. It floors me, the look in her eyes—all heat and fire, her green irises like blazing emeralds.

She lowers her face near mine, her hair falling like a curtain, framing me in more of her wondrous scent. God, when did I become so addicted to the way someone smelled? I don’t have a clue, but it’s happened with her.

“Chase,” she whispers, and for a second I tense, thinking she’s going to want to talk about what we’re doing. I don’t want to discuss or dissect it. But we’re on the same wavelength because she says, “Want to know what else gets me off?”

My throat goes dry. “Yes. I do.”

A little thrust of her hips. “Want to know what did it for me in the shower the other night?”

I strain against her wrists. I want to touch her so badly, but I can tell she wants to steer this ship. “I’m dying to know,” I rasp out, my voice like a dry husk on a hot summer day.

Then the vixen runs her tongue over her teeth, brings her mouth to my earlobe, and whispers, “The thought of sucking your cock.”

I’m roasted. I’m fried. I’m well past broiled. I push against her hands, sit up, cup her cheeks, and stare into her eyes.

“Do it,” I tell her.

She nibbles on the corner of her lip and shoots me a wicked grin. She’s like a quick fox, darting down, her hands tugging at the waistband of my boxers. She yanks them off, my dick springing free.

She kneels between my legs and takes my cock in her hand. She’s silent for a moment. When she speaks, her words are the best dirty poetry. “You’re fucking beautiful,” she says, staring at me as if she’s mesmerized. And she’s not looking at my face. She’s gazing at my dick, and I couldn’t be happier that she’s bestowing compliments on that part of my anatomy.

She wraps her hand tighter and strokes up once, and it feels out-of-this-world good. I shudder. She bends lower and licks.

“Holy fuck,” I mutter, my head falling back onto the pillow. It’s so ridiculously good.

She swirls her tongue over the head, licking me as if I’m a piece of candy and making the sexiest murmurs.

“Fuck, that’s good, baby.”

She wraps her lips nice and tight and inches lower, taking more. The pleasure in me shoots into the atmosphere, sails above the stratosphere.

I don’t want to go crazy and fuck her mouth hard, but God, I want to go crazy and fuck her mouth hard. I lace my hands in her hair and thrust up into her heavenly mouth, letting her lead, letting her take what she can.

She takes it all, sucks me to the base, and then licks her way back up. She drives me insane.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I say, and when I stare down, she’s smiling, she’s fucking grinning, and her eyes meet mine. They’re full of both mischief and utter, sensual delight.