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Stradling him on my hands and knees, he stares up at me and grips his shaft, working his tip against my hole.
“You can do this. Slow, deep breaths for me,” he encourages. “You’re in charge right now. You take what you can. What you want.”
Tristan lays unwaveringly still, waiting for me to take him. I lean back, and he presses firmly against my ass. It feels like he’ll never fit until the head of his cock slides through, with us both groaning, “Fuck.”
“That’s my girl,” he praises. “You’re so tight. You feel so fucking good wrapped around me. Show me how you take more of my thick cock in your virgin ass.”
Going slowly, I continue to slide down his length as my body grows more welcoming to letting him in, and the foreign feel of him making me so incredibly full. When my ass rests against his hips, I realize that I’ve taken all of him.
“When you’re ready.” He lightly grips my hips, encouraging me to ride him. My movements are tentative at first, but he feels so good that I want more. I rock my hips and slide over the entirety of him, feeling pleasure in places I’ve never experienced before.
“Keep doing that,” he groans beneath me, “and I’m going to be filling your tight little ass.”
Fueled by his words, I work over him. My thighs tremble as the pleasure builds in my core and throbs in my clit.
“Tris—” His name trembles from my lips as I come solely from his cock in my ass.
“Just a little more.” He moves my hips to keep my pace, his face pained as he futilely fights his own release. He guides me until he’s buried to the hilt, groaning as his cock twitches inside of me.
“You did so good for me,” he whispers as he pulls me to his lips, carefully sliding himself from me. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”
He lays me beside him before climbing from the bed. Returning with a damp cloth, he cleans me as he continues to remind me what a good girl I am for him and ensuring I’m okay. He cleans himself and climbs back into bed, pulling me into him and peppering kisses along my forehead.
I nuzzle against his pec and whisper, “I love you.”
“You have my heart,mo cuishle.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
TRISTAN
Opening the box in my hands, I stare at the contents with a tinge of nervousness that Layla likes the gift I’ve gotten her. Resting against the red silk fabric lining the leather box is a platinum eternity collar. An elegant, handcrafted choker that will adorn her neck in lieu of placing a diamond ring on her finger.
I’ll take her to the courthouse or risk damnation by stepping over the threshold of a church to stand before God if she asks it of me. I will make her my wife on paper if she wants, but this collar means more to my–our–world than any piece of paper issued by the state ever would. To me—and to our family—she will be my wife.
“It’s absolutely beautiful, Tristan. It suits her.” Declan admires the collar over my shoulder before admitting, “I never thought I’d see the day that you settled down.”
“Nothing about her is settling,” I mutter, more to myself than to him.
My phone buzzes in the breast pocket of my suit jacket. Pulling it out and swiping it open, I’m not surprised to find it’s Finn.
FINN
Just leaving your place with ‘the package.’
We’ll be there in ten minutes
You don’t have to use code words,amadan.
She isn’t reading your texts.
Just let me have this.
I can practically hear him snickering.
This doesn’t happen if I don’t get her to you safely.
Fucking idiot.
