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“I don’t give a fuck where you came from, babe, only that you’re here. Got that? I only care that you’re here. With me. Where you fucking belong.”
Her lips part and she blinks, frozen in my penetrating stare. Unable to keep from touching her like I want to, I crash my mouth to hers. The kiss snaps her out of her daze and she fucking bites my lip. I growl, pushing my hips against her, letting her feel how hard that defiant act makes my cock.
As though her anger has finally conceded to lust, she stops trying to push me away and instead tugs at the button of my jeans. I realize she’s finally ready for me and that silent, small act is her permission. Testing my theory, I yank at her button and then draw her zipper down on her jeans. She cries out when I slip my hand beneath her jeans and panties, going straight for her pussy.
“Dempsey,” she whimpers the second my fingers reach her clit. “Oh, God.”
I continue to kiss the hell out of her, nipping and sucking at her lips and tongue. She claws at my shirt and manages to pull it up my body and over my head. It hangs around the arm that’s working her clit.
“Are you hot for me?” I rumble, ghosting my teeth over her jawline. “I’m not fucking you until you’re nice and wet, babe. Got it?”
She whines and quivers. With each circle of my fingertip over her clit, she grows a little wilder. I abandon her clit to rub at her slick opening, coating my finger in her arousal before going back to attack her pleasure point with slippery fervor.
“Dempsey!”
Sloane detonates with an explosive orgasm that has her clawing the hell out of my shoulders. Then she desperately tries to get my pants undone. She gets them shoved down my hips and her small hand finds its way into my boxers. Once she grips my throbbing cock, I let out a feral sound of pleasure.
I yank at her T-shirt, damn near ripping it off her body. As much as I want to tear her bra off too, I don’t have the time. If I want to match her frantic energy, I need to get us naked enough to have sex and nothing more. The rest can wait until later when we can take our time.
She toes off her tennis shoes while I push her panties and jeans down her thighs. After some shimmying, she wriggles out of them and kicks them away. I help her by pulling my boxers down my own legs, readying myself to be with her.
“Hold on, babe. This is going to be so goddamn fast.”
Her hands snake around my neck as I grab her ass and lift her. She hooks her legs around my waist while I grab onto my cock. Then I line the tip against her slick entrance.
Our eyes meet as I slowly sink into her tight body. It’s tighter than my hand ever could be and a thousand times more wet. Her heat sucks me in and it’s the single best feeling in all my life.
She claws at my hair, drawing me to her mouth for a ravenous kiss. I kiss her deeply, erratically pumping my hips. Fucking Sloane—always a dream until now—is surreal and phenomenal.
There’s so much of her I want to taste and touch, but all I can do right now is fuck. A couple more thrusts and I feel my nuts tighten. I’m going to come.
And I’m inside her bare.
Fuck.
With the restraint of a saint, I pull out of her body seconds before my release and slide my slick cock against the lips of her pussy. My cock erupts, sending thick ropes of cum between us, coating both our stomachs. I’m dizzy with pleasure and nearly lose my hold on her.
“You’re perfect. Holy fuck, you’re so goddamn perfect.”
She whimpers as I slowly release her so she can stand on her own two feet. Her body trembles wildly, so I steady her hips to keep her from falling.
The tension returns to her body and she stiffens.
With a smack to my chest, she shrieks, “You didn’t use a condom!”
I sigh because she clearly is still freaking out about earlier and taking it out on me. “I pulled out, babe. It’s okay.”
She shoves at me, pushing me back far enough she can escape my hold. “Thank God I’m on the pill!”
Her words sting. Not that I’m mad she doesn’t want to get knocked up the first time we have sex, but because she’s already pushing me away again. I drag my boxers and jeans back up as I chase her naked ass through the house. Her bedroom door slams in my face, the lock engaging almost immediately.
I scrub a palm down over my face, getting a hint of the smell of her arousal. God, she smells fucking amazing. One day I’ll take my time getting to know her pussy very, very well.
Today, though, I need to get her to calm the fuck down.
“Come on, Sloane. Talk to me. You’re being unfair.”
This brings on the tears. She starts crying, which makes me feel like a total dick. I want to hold her and promise everything will work itself out. Instead, I’m stuck on the other side of the door, listening to the torturous sound of her pain.
