CHAPTER 4: FOUR ROUNDS BEFORE NOON STELLA’S POV "Stella—" "I'm serious." I lock my ankles behind his back. "I want it. I want you to finish inside me. I want to feel you fill me up." "You can't just—say things like that—" "Why not?" "Because I'm barely holding on and—fuck—" His hips stutter. "I'm going to come. I'm sorry, I can't—" "Don't be sorry." I cup his face, make him look at me, watch his eyes glaze over with approaching orgasm. "Come inside me. Let me feel it. Please, Jonah, I need—" He tries to pull back. Instinct, maybe, or politeness. I don't let him. I lock my legs tighter and yank him deeper and he shouts my name as he breaks, his cock pulsing hot and thick inside me, flooding me with his release. I feel every twitch, every powerful spurt, the warmth spreading deep in my core, and it's so good, so intimate, so us that I tumble over the edge right after him. We come together. Four years of tension. Four years of want. Four years of almost and maybe
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