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"All of me?"

The question held weight. He was not asking whether my body could take him. He was asking whether I chose the size, the strength, the man.

"Yes, Daddy. All of you."

He reached into the nightstand for a condom. I stopped his hand.

"I'm protected," I said. "And we've both been tested."

His gaze searched mine. "Sure?"

"Yes."

"Say stop and I stop."

"I know."

"Say slow and I slow."

"I know."

His hand moved between us, guiding the broad head of his cock through my wetness. "Tell me."

"Inside me. Please."

He pushed in. The stretch burned sweet and deep. I held his shoulders, breathing while my body opened around him. Boone watched my face. He gave me each inch only when tension left me.

"So tight," he said roughly.

"Boone."

"Taking me so well."

More.

My legs widened.

More.

His hips met mine.

Full.

I gasped.

There was no room left inside me that did not know him.

Boone stayed still, weight held on his forearms, enormous body sheltering mine without crushing it.

"Good?"

"Yes."

"Truth."

"So good it hurts a little."

"Need me out?"