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A rare and unearthly beauty overtook Kate in the few seconds before her orgasm.

In the six years since their first date, Jason had seen the many variations of her beauty. Softly unguarded in sleep. The incandescence of her anger. Laughter like fireworks, explosive and sparkling.

But this was his favorite. The deep rosy flush blooming beneath her silky brown skin. Sweat dampening her black hair. God, that mouth. He wanted to cover those perfectly formed lips with his, but then he wanted to hear the nonsense words that would flow from her as she came.

He called this particular variation “fucking beautiful.”

Her legs closed around him. The silken heat of her pussy grasped at his cock. Her formidable muscles grew taut as she sucked in that one last breath, and he gave it to her a little deeper, wanting to send her farther over the edge than she’d ever been before.

Then her climax surged through her, taking him along with it. All her innermost muscles seized him hard, and the pleasure he’d been storing up inside him gave way when he came. He braced himself above her as she shuddered with delight, catching her breath as she milked him dry.

“Fucking beautiful,” he said.

She chuckled beneath him as another aftershock raced through them both. “Isn’t this more like just-been-fucked beautiful?”

Slowly, he eased out of her and kissed her damp forehead. “It’s a term of art, baby. It’s always fucking beautiful, even before and after the...