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She reached behind her back without a word and I heard the quiet drag of a zipper. I watched her push the dress off her shoulders. Watched her work it down and off without any ceremony, like she'd decided something and wasn't going to wait around for permission. She wasn't performing. She wasn't nervous. She just looked at me with those eyes of hers and folded the dress and set it on the nightstand like she lived here.

Then she turned back to me and sank to her knees.

"Now," she said, her hand pressing warm and deliberate against the front of my pants. "If you want to show me how to do something right, why don't you show me how to use this the right way?"

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BRYNN

Seeing him stare me down as I pulled my dress over my head had been more than worth it. He studied my breasts with a hungry gaze as I unhooked my bra, tossing it to the floor. Goosebumps broke out along my skin as his eyes took me in. As they dropped to my breasts. To the heft of my hips. To the broad dip of my waist. Watching a powerful, strong man like Colton devour me silently prompted a boldness in me I’d never once indulged.

“Now, if you want to show me how to do something right, why don’t you show me how to use this the right way?”

Hey, I thought it was a great line. Men deserve lines, too. But after cupping his outlined cock and smirking up into his face, he didn’t move the way I thought he would. He didn’t toss me down. He didn’t ravage me. His lips didn’t connect with mine, and he didn’t scoop me up into his arms.

Instead, he just stared me down.

My hand twitched a bit against his denim-covered groin. “But, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

He scoffed. “Not even sort of the point.”

I took the smallest chance and inched a bit closer on my knees, massaging the heavy outline of his dick through his pants. “Then what is the point?”

It sounded like he was talking through clenched teeth a little bit. “The point is, you’re a virgin, and you deserve to give that to whoever you want.”

I paused as I looked up into his face. “And if I want to give it to you?”

That’s when his gaze found mine, and the heat behind them made my nipples pucker. “You deserve someone who’s going to be gentle with you, Brynn.”

I paused. “Will you…not be gentle?”

That’s when he moved. He finally moved. And when his hand wrapped its way around my throat, I gasped as I gazed up into his face.

“If you give it to me, I will take it,” he said. No, not said. Glowered. “It’ll be mine. All of you. So, make sure that’s what you want.”

I’d never heard of a more beautiful dream in all my life. I decided to make my point. I raised up a bit on my knees, scooted to the edge of the bed, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

“Take it all,” I whispered against his mouth.

A growl escaped his mouth as he clamped it back down onto mine. I threaded my hands into his hair, pushing my naked body flush with his as he quickly stepped out of his clothes. I heard something rip before buttons clattered somewhere around us. The breadth of him cloaked me as his hand wrapped back around my neck. Not tightly, but enough to make me shiver as he laid me down onto his bed and stalked over me like a wild fucking animal.

He crashed his lips to mine as his knees kicked my legs open.

“Colton,” I said breathlessly.

His tongue shut me up as it laved over the roof of my mouth, making me shiver as his fingers dipped down in between my legs. He pushed one inside of me, and then another, and I groaned as I felt my body come alive. He pumped them in and out. In and out. My eyes fluttered closed and his mouth fell to my breasts.

“Goddamn it, you’re breathtaking,” he snarled before he lapped his tongue over my puckered peak.

I raised my hips as a moan fell from my lips.

I felt him adjust himself between my legs, but nothing could have prepared me for the way he notched his cock right at my entrance. I braced myself. Waited for the pain. Waited for the pressure. Waited for the intrusion.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

My eyes pulled away from his thick, swollen cock as he stroked it between us, and I lifted my stare to his. With every stroke of his hand, I felt his tip notch its way a little further, the tip splicing me open more than any dildo or vibrator I had at home.

“Good girl,” he said before he dropped a soft kiss to the tip of my nose. “Keep your eyes on me.”