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“I know you can,” he groaned. Our eyes met. “Made for me.” Those three words had me in a chokehold. Made for him. I’d never been a huge believer in any kind of karmic powers, but maybe life had been kinda crappy to me because it had this huge, beautiful man it wanted to surprise me with?

“You were,” he confirmed like he was in my head somehow, reading my thoughts. Our chests heaved against one another. His skin felt hot to the touch. “But I want this first time with you on top so you can take control of how much, how fast. Okay?” One of his hands moved from my hip and stroked my face. “Go slow.”

“What if—“ I started to ask, but he hushed me.

“Shh, listen to daddy, princess. Take me. Slow,” he instructed. I sunk down with our eyes connected. Breathing was hard as my body opened to accommodate him.

He wasn’t kidding.

Sam was big.

Bigger than I thought possible.

I lost his gaze but almost immediately knew why.

“Look down,” he grunted his filthy demand. My eyes dropped and watched as he slowly started to disappear inside of me. “Sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Look at you opening up for me. Taking me so damn well. Fuck,” he cursed like he was in pain.

Our bodies slick with sweat, hair sticking to my face, my eyes fluttered shut. The onslaught of sensations was almost too much. Almost. The feeling was incredible, unlike anything I had ever felt, as his thickness stretched me, shaped my insides to fit him.

“Made for me, Avery,” he repeated the words like my favorite prayer. His lips kissed my cheek, then chin, then my neck. “You’re taking me so damn good. Such a good girl for daddy,” he rumbled against my skin, and wetness gushed out of me.

“Shit,” I hissed, the stretch a slight burn as I took him deeper.

“Daddy’s big, but you got this. Just like that. Good girl. Fuck.” His praises were like a balm to my soul as his hands held both sides of my face.

“Eyes,” he demanded. “Give me your eyes.” And I did just that as I lifted and dropped my hips slowly, taking him in and out of my body. His hips started to thrust upward, and my lips parted. My soft little cries rose in volume as he picked up speed.

“Sam!”

“Avery, baby,” he groaned, but I didn’t lose his eyes as our bodies raced to the finish line.

There was no holding back as I ground and rolled my hips. Just as I was about to come, he changed the rhythm, making me bounce on his thick length. As I rode him, really rode him hard, keeping his gaze was close to impossible while I bounced on his cock.

“Sam, Daddy. Daddy! I’m, I’m…” I screamed out as my body shuddered over his. Milking Sam’s cock, pulling him in deeper and unfathomably deeper. Just as I thought I’d reached the height of my orgasm, I felt it.

An animalistic sound cut through the room and his teeth bit down on my collarbone as warmth shot deep inside of me. His thick release exploded inside me, ribbon after ribbon of heat that only pushed my orgasm higher, or maybe it was a second one, I wasn’t sure. Either way, it felt like I was slowly floating down back to my body. Sam wrapped his arms around me and didn’t let go. He settled me into him, making me feel safe and loved. Cared for.

Cherished.

Like I was finally where I belonged for the first time in my life.

CHAPTER 8

SAM

“Can we stay here for the rest of the day?” my girl asked, and I smiled.

“Hmm,” I breathed, stroking her hair. Avery was lying on my side, thighs spread out and over my leg, her arm across my chest as her hand doodled random patterns on my chest.

And I loved it.

I loved her.

Not that I thought she was anywhere ready to hear that. Not yet. Soon, but not yet.

“We could do more… stuff,” she suggested. I glanced down at her. Her soft, sweet body half on mine, bare peaches-and-cream skin my fingers couldn’t seem to stop stroking.

“Stuff?” My lips twitched at her sudden shyness, but I couldn’t stop myself from gently teasing her, “What kind of stuff are you thinking about, princess?”