It didn’t take long before my orgasm came crashing over me in ways that made my whole body shake. I cried out into the pillow, my walls clenching tight around him as pleasure ripped through me, leaving me breathless and trembling.Gage groaned, his pace faltering and thrust in hard one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he came with a broken curse. I felt the hot pulse of him flooding inside me, his grip on my hair tightening as he rode out his release.For a moment, the only sound in the room was our ragged breathing.Then he pulled out slowly, and I felt the warm, sticky mess begin to drip down my thighs. Before I could even catch my breath, his hand was back in my hair — gentler this time — as he guided me to turn over.His voice was low, rough, and unmistakably commanding when he spoke.“Clean the mess, Love.”My eyes met his. Even through the haze of pleasure, I understood exactly what he wanted. My cheeks flushed hot, but I didn’t hesitate. I shifted down the bed, settl
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