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“I’m going to fall,” I whisper, and he guides me back until his bed touches the backs of my legs. I let myself fall back onto the soft mattress and he’s quick to pounce on me, nuzzling in and tasting me again, with that barrier of cloth between us.
I reach for him, loving the way he looks, all sexy-eyed and primal as he grabs my panties and whisks them down my legs, tossing them and my pants to the floor.
Then he’s between my legs again, tasting me, settling in, making deep growling sounds as if enjoying the very taste of me. The overwhelming sensations of his velvety tongue on my clit leave me gasping and stunned, trying to push him away and pull him closer all at once.
“You’re being confusing,” he says, lifting his head to gaze at me.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, needing more as my body hums to life. I’ve never felt so keyed up, so turned on, so desperate for contact and pleasure.
“Mmm, good girl,” he murmurs, before tasting me again. The words and his touch have my eyes rolling back into my head and my back arching as his tongue works magic on that ultra-sensitive spot between my legs. I can’t hold back as he continues his assault and when he slips a finger into me and finds the magical spot inside me and begins to rub gently, pleasure screams through me and my belly winds up tight as a spring.
I feel the impending orgasm and want to hold back as long as possible, afraid that he’ll stop. But even as I try to hold back, his skill shoves me closer and closer to the edge until pleasure screams through my body and my breath squeezes out of my lungs.
The ecstasy pulses outward in ripples from my core, leaving me gasping and begging him for... I’m not sure what.
“Mmm.” He hums, lapping at me as if he can’t get enough of the taste of me. “So delicious.”
Without words, I reach down and grab him, pulling him up and he crawls over me, imposing and terrifyingly large. He lowers onto me, his lips meeting mine as his body holds me hostage and presses me into his bed.
“Protection,” I whisper, brushing my fingers through his hair as he lifts up.
His gaze meets mine and a grin tugs the corners of his lips. “Of course.” With that, he leaves me, but returns a moment later. On his knees on the bed, he undoes his belt and I rise up on my elbows, watching him as the belt rattles and goosebumps erupt up and down my arms.
His eyes study my reaction and he pauses, rattling the belt again. A shiver rolls through me and I close my eyes, inhaling. I have no idea why the sound affects me, but it certainly does and I’m here for it.
He undresses, his body impressive as he drops his pants on the floor and opens the foil wrapper of the condom. Rolling it carefully over himself, he once again crawls toward me and I drop down.
“Sorry I’m boring,” I whisper. “Missionary isn’t very adventurous.”
He chuckles. “Sweetheart, do you think I give a damn what position I get you in? Or do you think I’m just thrilled to bring you to pleasure, then share pleasure with you?” He presses his lips to my forehead, then my cheek and my hips tilt, involuntarily inviting him in.
I bite down on my lip, more turned on by his words than anything anyone has ever said to me. “I need you now,” I whisper.
With that, he lines up and presses into me, moving slow, as if he knows I haven’t been with anyone for a long time. “Fuck,” he growls. “You feel amazing.”
I can’t talk, not even to tell him that he feels incredible too, searing hot and delicious, stretching me out and demanding more from my body as he pushes home. But he’s moving too slow. I push on him and he rolls us both and suddenly, I’m on top.
And without a care in the world, I begin to ride him as his hands cup my breasts. His thumbs move back and forth across my nipples, sending shockwaves through my body as I ride him, loving the pressure on my clit and the way he’s touching me.
With every motion, I feel him harden and I meet his gaze. “I’m not going to stop.” My words are a challenge and he seems amused.
“Not even when you come?” he asks, arching an eyebrow as he gently pinches my nipples, tugging them with just enough pressure to leave me begging but not enough to hurt.
I shake my head no, not trusting my mouth to speak.
The corners of his lips curve up. “Good girl,” he says, his voice a rich, thick purr that has my heart flip-flopping in my chest and my body clenching around him. He keeps saying those words, I’m not going to last...
And why does that turn me on so much? The pressure becomes overwhelming and suddenly, I’m over the edge without warning, gasping as his hands clamp on my hips, keeping me moving as tsunami after tsunami of pleasure crashes over me, leaving me unable to breathe or see or think.
He moves me off him, pushing my chest to the bed with one hand between my shoulder blades, then pushes into me from behind. As he fills me over and over, his fingertips digging into my hips, I just relax, loving the way he uses me, loving the feeling of him, filled with an absolute bliss and excitement.
With every thrust, he seems to grow, swell, and fill me more and more, leaving me desperate to take all of him. I’ve never needed to be fucked more than in that moment, and he’s giving me everything, until he pushes into me deep and hard, his body shuddering as he fills the barrier between us.
Hot, relaxed, and feeling amazing, I move onto my belly, then roll onto my back as he stays there, on his knees, looking down. Then I see what he’s looking at... the condom, torn, and his juices leaking everywhere.
His gaze meets mine and panic floods me. I can’t get pregnant. Not now. Not when he has no idea that I’m already a single mom. I haven’t told him the truth... and if he finds out because he knocked me up... he’s going to hate me.
“Don’t panic,” he whispers. “Whatever you want to do, I support you and I’m here.”
