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“Good.” I picked up my pace. “Did you touch yourself last night?”

She bit her lip and shook her head again. “I-I tried, but it wasn’t the same. I didn’t… I couldn’t…” She trails off, her cheeks crimson.

“It was the same for me,” I confessed. “Watching you come yesterday made me so fucking hard.”

“It was? It did?”

Her uncertainty made my chest ache. I nodded. “From the moment I saw you.”

Mila shuddered as my thumb found her sweet pearl. “Oh, God. Is this… normal? Does it usually feel this good?”

“No. It’s never been like this for me. I want inside you so badly, it burns, sweet Mila. I want to feel your tight cunt squeezing my cock, milking me. I want to watch you come apart beneath me, screaming my name. Only my name.”

Mila whimpered. “God help me, I want that too.”

Her confession only made me harder. “You’re going to have a lot of firsts with me, Mila. But right now, I need you to come all over my fingers like a good girl. Just like yesterday.”

She groaned as I slid my fingers into her hair and gripped her nape, steadying her as I pumped my fingers in and out of her tight sheath. She tightened around them, and I twisted them back and forth, curling them to hit her G-spot.

“Oh, God, oh God.”

“Not God, little one. Magnus. Say it. Say my name. Tell me who this tight pussy belongs to.”

“Magnus!” Her voice was hoarse as she spasmed, her orgasm washing over her and tightening every muscle.

Fucking beautiful. And all mine.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Ride my fingers. Take what you want from me.”

Mila’s hips continued to move jerkily as I teased the last tendrils of pleasure from her. I gently removed my fingers, and she whimpered in protest. My woman wanted more.

Lifting her, I quickly removed her skirt and pressed her back so she was lying naked on the couch. Sweet Jesus, she was enchanting. Soft breasts with their pink crests, narrow waist, and long legs. The neat vee of hair covering her sex was silver like her hair. My mouth watered with the need to taste her.

I grabbed her thighs and pushed them up toward her shoulders. Her eyes were locked on every movement I made. I licked my lips before lowering my mouth to her secret flesh.

Her back arched up off the couch as my tongue ran over her puffy outer lips. I dipped my tongue inside her before sliding it back to her clit. Licking, nibbling, and sucking at her bundle of nerves, I pressed two fingers inside her again, scissoring them to stretch her out. She was so fucking tight. I needed her to come again before she took my cock.

Crooking my fingers, I found her sweet spot, and she flew over the edge with a husky shout. She rolled her hips as I pressed my palm against her lower abdomen, letting her ride it out.

Mila panted, her eyes slumberous as I stood and stripped off my clothes. They widened as they landed on my thick cock. “Holy shit.”

Gripping my shaft, I gave it a few pumps. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. It’ll fit. You’re wet and ready for me.”

I lowered my weight over her, and her startled eyes flew to mine. Cupping her cheek, I whispered, “Relax. You can take me. You were made to take me.”

She nodded, her eyes trusting as I lined myself up with her slick entrance. I didn’t take that trust lightly, knowing what a gift it was. I watched her swallow hard as I slowly pushed into her. She tightened against my invasion.

I kissed her lips, her cheeks, her eyes. “Breathe.”

She took a shaky breath, relaxing around me. I slid all the way into her, and she winced.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Open yourself to me. You’re mine now, Mila.” My voice was ragged. I was almost mindless with the tight clasp of her silken walls. “You feel like heaven. So fucking perfect.”

My words elicited a mewl of pleasure, and she moved against me, pulling me deeper. Gritting my teeth, I fought the need to spill inside her immediately. I forced myself to breathe, determined to give her pleasure. I hadn’t meant to hurt her, had tried not to hurt her as she gifted me her innocence. The surge of lust that flooded me bordered on violence at the knowledge I was her first.

Mila’s brows furrowed slightly, and her expression eased as I pulled out and slid back in. Again, and then again. Claiming every part of her. Almost. There was one thing left to do.

Her hips lifted to meet my thrusts, and her head fell back, exposing her slender throat and the delicate throb of her pulse. Yes, give yourself to me.

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