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That’s my calling. My new calling I want to dedicate the rest of my life to.

This will fill the emptiness inside me.

My pulse soars at the thoughts, a low whisper inside me saying,“You’re out of your mind, Rex. She’ll leave you when she finds out the extent of your madness.”

But I shove it away and instead, with one yank, whip her shirt off her, and snap off her bra.

She whimpers, her tits heaving, but those whiskey eyes of hers only grow darker, drunk with lust.

Olivia claws my head and clamps her lips on mine.

We fight again.

With our teeth, our hands, our fingers scratching, pinching, and twisting. She fists my shirt, trying to tug it off me, and I set her down with a growl. With one hand, I pull it over my head, hearing the buttons ping against the walls and the floor.

I shred the rest of my clothes at breakneck speed, watching her eyes widen when she sees my cock for the first time, the hard inches curled up against my stomach, my pre-cum already dripping from the tip. I tug it…once, twice…and it pulses in my grip.

Then, I’m all over her again. I need her pussy, her hot body writhing on me. I need everything she can give.

Take. Take. Take.

Rational thinking vanishes, and what remains is frantic need.

I tear off her leggings, not caring if I’ve ruined them.

“Rex, my cl-clothes,” she whimpers when I bite her neck again, on that spot she loves.

She melts, her body going limp. I pick her up and wrap her legs around my back.

“I’ll buy you dozens more—dresses, pants, shirts—whatever you fucking need.” Anything she wants to make her stay and put up with my darkness.

My vision blackens when I thrust my cock against her pussy, feeling her bare against me for the first time.

Blind with lust, I stumble with her toward the bed, but it’s too far away.

I can’t wait.

Judging from the way she’s riding my cock, her hot, wet pussy rubbing it from my base to tip, up and down, up and down, I know she feels the same way.

And so I drop us onto the carpet, my hand snaking between us, angling my cock into position, my mind screaming at me to spear her in half.

But I pause, hovering over her, our breaths colliding, our gazes snaring at each other.

Maybe I still have a shred of decency inside me. I know once I cross this last line, we’ll never be able to go back. I’m asking her to forsake her morals, her ethics, every rule she’s probably followed, for me.

And I don’t even know what I can give her. It’s not forever, that’s for sure.

But I’ll give her everything I’m capable of.

“Yes,” she whispers, seeing my thoughts, hearing my questions, understanding me once again without me having to say anything.

“I’m clear…haven’t been with anyone since my high school boyfriend. And I’m on the pill.”

My balls clench and draw up, loving the idea of being the only man inside her, because let’s face it, a no-name kid in high school is probably a one-pump chuck.

A spurt of cum seeps out of me. My eyes roll back and a groan rattles in my throat. My arms shake with restraint, with the need to slam myself deep inside her and never resurface.

“I haven’t been with anyone for half a year and I’ve tested and am cleared.”