My thighs burned with every rise and fall, muscles trembling from the relentless rhythm I’d set. Noah’s hands gripped my hips—not guiding, not forcing, just holding on like he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go. I rode him harder than I ever had, hips snapping down, rolling forward, grinding in tight circles that made him groan deep in his throat every time I took him to the hilt.The couch creaked beneath us, springs protesting the frantic pace. Sweat slicked our skin, making every slide smoother, hotter. My breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples tight and aching from the cool air and the friction of his chest hair against them when I leaned forward. I didn’t care how desperate I looked. I needed this—needed the burn, the stretch, the way he filled me so completely I couldn’t think about anything else.“Fuck—Ivy—” Noah’s voice was wrecked, strained. “Slow down, baby, I’m too close—”“No,” I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t you dare hold back.”I clenched arou
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