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She shakes her head a little, like she doesn’t want to address it. She doesn’t want to talk. She doesn’t want to stop.
My forehead drops to hers again as my teeth clench. “I’ll go slow.”
“No, don’t,” she squeaks out.
Fuck. She shouldn’t say that when I’m sheathed inside her—knowing I’m the only man who’s ever been inside her. I rock my hips, forcing myself to go slow despite her request otherwise, then cup her face between my palms with our foreheads melded and noses kissing. My fingertips slip into her hair, my thumbs bruising her cheeks while our bodies move together. “Am I hurting you?” I muster, trying not to lose all control.
“No. Keep going.” Her nails are digging into the skin at the nape of my neck, her legs wrapped around me, tugging me close.
“God, you feel so good…”
I pick up speed. I can’t help it.
June’s body bows, her head dipping back, hair spilling over the side of the couch like a chocolate fountain. She pushes my head down toward her breasts as I pump into her faster, my lips locking around a dusky nipple and sucking it into my mouth. She moans. She begs me to keep riding her. We’re dancing with the devil, yet she’s the purest thing I’ve ever savored. A sweet, forbidden fruit.
And I’m drowning in her.
I’m succumbing to everything we are, and everything I never thought we’d be.
I clutch her hips for leverage as I rut into her, my teeth clamping around her breast and causing her to shudder. She’s mewling and scratching me, dragging her nails up and down my shoulders. I move back up, nibbling her earlobe and whispering, “Were you saving it for me, June?” My hand dips between our joined bodies, my fingers finding her clit. “Were you saving this for me?”
She cries out, thighs clenching tight. “Yes.”
“Fuck…”
My cock thrusts into her, our skin slapping together, our mutual moans growing louder as my mouth finds hers for a sloppy kiss. I curl a hand around the ivory expanse of her throat, squeezing gently, like I’m claiming what’s always been mine. My other hand still works her clit, guiding her to another orgasm—desperate for her to dive over this jagged, fucked-up cliff with me.
I should be making this magical for her. Carrying her to my bed and worshiping her beneath cool, clean sheets until she’s sleepy and satiated, until sunrise douses us in a red-orange glow, until she’s wrapped up in my arms while divine deities sing her to sleep.
But this isn’t a watered-down fairy tale.
This is messy, urgent…fucking hot.
I’m wrecking her with every furious thrust, my tongue knotting with hers, one hand wrapped around her throat as the other pulls another orgasm out of her.
My own release is mounting as I slam into her tight heat, grunting against her mouth, “I’m going to come in you.”
“Please,” she whimpers.
I tug her hair back. “You want my cum?”
Her body tenses, legs squeezing me with a viselike grip. She starts to tremble with the onset of her second climax. “Yes, Brant, please…”
Smashing my lips to hers, I continue to rub her clit until she explodes underneath me: fireworks, embers, falling stars. She breaks apart, gasping and chanting my name, and I break right along with her. A moan of pleasure pours out of me and into her mouth, our tongues clumsily moving together as I ride out the ripples, emptying into her. My hands rise up to hug her face as my body shudders, finding more than just relief, more than a temporary satisfaction, as I sink unconditionally inside of her. Inside every immaculate inch of her: heart, body, soul.
And I don’t just sink.
I catapult headfirst into the deep end.
June grazes her fingertips up my back, over my shoulders, and cradles them around my neck as her toes tickle down the underside of my legs. I collapse onto her with a frayed breath, catching myself on my elbows so I don’t crush her. Our lips are still hovering together, my eyes closed as I gather the courage to look into hers.
She gently presses a kiss to my mouth, our bodies slick and sticky. “Look at me, Brant,” she says, her voice cracked and worn from her cries of pleasure. “See me.”
My eyelids flutter, mimicking my worried heart. I hold her tighter. “Did…did I hurt you?”
“No.”
Opening my eyes all the way, I search for the truth in her wide-eyed gaze. But all I can focus on is the lone tear trickling down her cheek, collapsing onto the armrest of the couch. A frown claims me, my body tensing with concern, and I lift up.
