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I shake my head at the thought. I don’t want a condom between us. I want to feel him without anything in the way. “I’m on the pill,” I hurriedly get out. “And was tested recently, and everything came back negative.”

“Are you sure?” he asks.

I nod.

As if that’s all the answer he needs, he removes his fingers before lining up his tip with me. “I’ve been tested recently too, and there’s nothing more I’d love to do than to be able to feel all of you when I make you come around my cock.” He circles my clit with himself. “If that’s what you want.”

“That’s what I want.” I moan when he does it again. It feels good, but it still isn’t enough.

Tyson grabs my face with the hand that isn’t around his length. His thumb swipes tenderly over my cheek. “Then I guess it’s time to give my girl what she wants, isn’t it?”

FORTY-THREE

TYSON

I wish I had better restraint. I wish I could’ve tasted her pussy again before sliding into her. I wish I could take this slow, to work her up to taking me, but I can’t. I can’t keep hold of my restraint any longer.

I need to be inside her—to feel her pussy hold me tight. I can take it slow another time, but right now, slow isn’t an option.

My mouth finds her as I finish lining myself up. Everything about her turns me on, but there’s something about how wet she is with me barely touching her that makes my entire body tighten with need.

She gasps as I slide inside. I do it slowly, wanting to give her time to adjust to me, but no matter how slow and gentle I’m trying to be, her breath still hitches.

“Do I need to stop?” I ask, my voice tight as I try to refrain from moving until I know she’s okay.

“Don’t you dare,” she rushes to get out. She rocks her hips up and down, taking me deeper inside her.

I don’t know if it’s the desperate tone of her voice or the new depth, but I can’t help but groan at just how good this feels.

I inch myself a little deeper, my tongue moving into her mouth at the same time I push even further.

She moans against my mouth, her fingernails digging into my lower back as her body arches into me. She rocks her hips again like she needs more just as much as I do.

“Ty,” she pants, my name soft but drawn out.

My forehead drops to hers as I try—but fail—to take it slow. I push myself fully inside her, reveling in the way it feels to finally have her wrap around me.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, my breathing wrecked. “You feel⁠—”

I don’t even finish the sentence. I can’t. I’m so swept up in the way she greedily takes me that I can barely think straight.

She shifts her hips again, a small movement that sends a sharp wave of need straight through me.

“Don’t stop,” she begs.

That’s all I need to keep going. I move my hips again, slow at first, testing, as I give her time to adjust to all of me—or at least all that she can take.

My fingers tangle in her hair—a way to keep as much contact between our bodies as possible—as I start a rhythm that’ll send us both into pure bliss.

“You’re doing so well taking my cock,” I grit through the strain of the intense need coursing through my body. I’m as deep inside her as possible, and yet it still doesn’t feel like enough. Will I ever get enough of her?

Without me realizing it, my hips pick up pace. I can’t help it. I just need more of her—more of this.

Josie moans as she drags her nails down my back. She lets out the same beautiful sigh of pleasure every time I push back inside her. Every breath—every moan—bleeds into the next as the tension between us builds and builds.

“It’s like you were made for me,” I continue, my entire body feeling hot with desire. “Like I was made for you.” I push in and out again, even faster, the rhythm between our bodies almost punishing. Her moans and the way she digs her nails into me and arches her back like it still isn’t enough tell me that she’s loving every second of me fucking her like this.

It feels too fucking good. She feels too good. I knew it’d be hard not to lose control early the first time I was inside her, but I can already feel the beginning of a building orgasm.