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More tears come, and she grabs the front of my shirt, twisting it in her fingers. “Thank you,” she whispers. “It’s hard to feel that way sometimes. I feel weak right now.”
“Well, you’re the strongest person I know.”
She slides her hands over my chest and down my biceps. “Sure, I am,” she says. “Have you seen you?”
“You know what I mean,” I say. “And bonus, you can pack a mean punch now.”
A smile transforms her face, and it feels like I’m being torn apart looking at her. Fuck, she is everything. She is everything.
I am in love with her.
I am so in love with her that I can’t think of anyone else, but if I tell her, she will want to stay. I’m not sure how I’m going to handle having a woman in my life again, because I’m terrified that I’ll go feral and overprotective, and act like an idiot.
And I am not sure that Hannah wants me to love her.
She rises up onto her tiptoes and kisses me on the lips. “Thank you, Carter. Thank you for coming.”
“June was caught up in that conversation with your grandmother and father. I’m sure she’ll come to find you soon enough.”
“Then we’d better make this quick.” Her hands move to my jeans.
“Princess,” I say, stopping her hands. “You’re vulnerable.”
“I don’t feel that way when I’m with you.”
I clench my jaw because her hands sweeping over my shirt, down to my belt, to the zipper of my jeans, has me instantly hard.
“We could get caught,” she murmurs.
“Mmm.” I catch her wrists in mine and hold them tight. I catch her lips with mine and kiss her softly. I want this to be gentle and sweet, but Hannah returns the kiss with such desperation, such roughness, that I push her back onto the bed.
“Quick,” she whispers. “I want it quick and hard and?—”
“Anything you want, Princess.” I unzip my jeans and pull them down just enough, then slip my cock out.
Hannah’s wearing a pair of jeans herself, and I strip them down, along with a pair of lacy pink underwear that’s been a permanent feature in my dreams for months. Her pussy glistens wet for me, and I hurriedly press into her.
She cries out, and I cover her mouth. “Quiet.”
Hannah’s eyes light up. She nips the side of my hand, and I remove it. “What if I don’t want to be quiet?”
“Then I’ll have to punish you.” I pound into her pussy, and she moans, her lips tip upward at the corners in a mischievous smile.
I wrap my hand around her throat, and she gasps. I bring my mouth to hers and catch every moan with my tongue while I work her pussy with hard thrusts that take me closer and closer to my fucking breaking point.
“You want my cum?” I ask.
“In my mouth,” she whispers. “I want it in my mouth and on my face.”
“Here?”
“Yes. Here. I want you to.”
“Jesus, Princess. You’re fucking?—”
“Do it, Carter. I want it.”
“Whatever. You. Want.” I drive each word home with a thrust, removing my hand from her throat and sliding it down her body to reach her clit. I bring her to the edge, and she bites her bottom lip hard as she orgasms.
