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She was driving him crazy, so he grabbed her ass and began to pump, thrusting harder and faster, not wanting to stop. It felt so good. The base of his back tingled with the pleasure.

Grim knew he was close to release, but right now, it would be too quick. The last thing he wanted to do was come too quickly, yet at the same time, he would not be able to make this last.

“Fuck, the next time will be better, I promise.”

And then he let go. He sped up. He thrust harder and faster inside her, letting the animal within him take control, and then as he came, he did so, thrusting all the way inside her. At the last minute he realized he wasn’t wearing a condom, and the risk of her getting pregnant was high, but it felt too good to not be inside her. He didn’t want to stop.

And then, he came, hard, as she blew his world apart, shattered it. He pressed his face against her neck.

“Next time will be better?” Betty asked, as the blood was still leaving his head.

“Yeah, it will, I promise.”

“I have no idea how it can get better than that.” She let out a little chuckle. “That was incredible.”

He pulled back and looked at her for any sign of lying, but there wasn’t one. She was telling him the truth. His cock was still pulsing, and he reached between her thighs, and her eyes went a little wild.

“Trust me, baby, there is so much for us left to explore.” He felt her cunt tighten around him, and she dropped her head back to the tile and let out a single moan. He watched her, feeling her orgasm starting to build, knowing when they were done, he was going to have to clean her up.

She came apart with the stroking of his fingers, and even though he’d come seconds before, Grim had to grit his teeth, because he nearly fell completely apart. He felt his cock answering, as if it had a mind of its own. Tonight, he was not going to take her again. He’d give her a little time to recover.

Easing out of her, Grim held her tightly and he looked down at his dick and the bottom stall of the shower, to see the droplets of blood. The evidence of Betty’s first time completely blew his mind. He’d never been any woman’s first time. Betty was his first. Now, she was going to be his only.

From the moment he’d met this woman, she had completely snuck into his thoughts, dominated them, and now, he was never going to let her go.

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“You want coffee and the only way for me to get it, is if you let me go,” Betty said, laughing. She was unable to control her giggle as Grim grabbed her and held her back.

It wasn’t like she wanted to go, but it was nearly ten o’clock, and she had a sneaking suspicion her aunt wouldn’t have left until she had at least seen her. Martha wouldn’t be upset with Grim spending the night. She had a feeling her aunt might be quite happy for her.

“Did you make those cinnamon rolls?” Grim asked.

This made her laugh because the man had a sweet tooth. She absolutely loved cooking for him, and he appreciated her efforts.

“I did, but I can also make you some waffles if you’d like?” Betty asked.

“Waffles?”

“Yes, with bacon and eggs?”

He groaned. “But, I want your ass naked and back here so I can fuck you again.” He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her in, kissing her.

She felt her arousal spread through her own body. She wanted him so badly, and it was tempting to just give in. They had to eat. His stomach growled, and she was equally starving.

Grim growled. “Go and eat something, before I change my mind.”

She rushed toward him, kissed him, and then quickly pulled away, making her way out of the bedroom. She already pulled on a robe, which she quickly fixed into place.

Her hair was a mess, and she had a feeling her lips and neck were red and raw from Grim’s stubble, but that was okay. She could handle all of that—the stubble, the kisses, the feel of Grim wrapped around her. She was no longer a virgin, and after last night, that felt great.

Okay, so the start of the sex had been quite painful, but like all the books said, once that part was out of the way, the rest was more than okay. Grim insisted on cleaning her up in the shower, then he carried her to bed, and it felt so romantic.

For the longest time, he held her, and then this morning, around four o’clock, they made love. Then they fell asleep and made love again at eight, and now it was late. She was starving, and she couldn’t stop smiling.

She was falling in love and had sex, and these feelings were blooming inside her, and she needed to tell her aunt. Martha was the only person she could trust. Maybe in time, she might be able to tell Maeve, perhaps even Eden, or maybe Charlotte. But the moment she walked into the kitchen, that all changed, as she came face to face with a woman she hadn’t seen in a long time. Her mother.

Betty came to a complete stop, and all shred of happiness she had, evaporated at the sight of her mother.