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Christ, she was beautiful. My dick went from hardening to rock hard and pulsing.

“On your back, legs spread,” I ordered.

She dropped to her hip, rolled to her back, and spread.

It had taken me a week and twice as many orgasms to earn her fledgling trust. Another week before she started to believe in me, in us. It took another week before she’d initiated affection in sweet yet heartbreaking ways. A tip of her chin back so I could give her a kiss. Or she’d turn her back to me in bed and shove her ass at my hip so I’d roll and hold her from behind. A nudge when she wanted to hold my hand or put my arm around her when we were on the couch. It was as though she was so afraid of being rejected she couldn’t take what she wanted.

From the moment I’d laid eyes on Lore, I knew three things—she was deadly, beautiful, and I wanted to fuck her. Then there was Stella—she was no less fuckable, deadly, and beautiful, but I wanted to possess, protect, and love her.

For going on five excruciating weeks, I hadn’t taken—I gave, but not once had I allowed myself to take anything in return. It had started as a way to gain her trust. To show her if she yielded, I would worship her. But the truth was, I didn’t want to simply fuck her.

I stopped in front of the bed and demanded, “Say it again.”

“I love you.”

Jesus.

Stella’s gaze dipped down, and like he sensed his mistress was close, my dick twitched and one side of her lips hitched up.

“You like that, baby girl, my dick hard and leaking for you?”

“Yes.”

I wrapped my hand around my dick and stroked.

“Lady’s choice—you want me to eat you or fuck you?”

“Fuck me.”

I love you. With those words echoing in my head, I put a knee on the bed, leaned deep, kissed the inside on her thigh, and since I was already there and I could smell her excitement, I buried my face in Stella’s pussy.

“Cash,” she groaned.

I ate my fill until Stella bucked her hips, followed by a low whimper.

I pulled off her clit and warned, “Don’t come.”

“Cash,” she whined.

I knew her sounds, every twitch, shudder, and quiver. She was so close it wouldn’t take much and she’d fall over the edge.

“You want my cock, you’re gonna wait.”

I kissed her clit. Moved up to kiss her stomach. Stopped long enough to tease a nipple, then the other before I looked up and found her glaring at me.

“I thought you said it was lady’s choice,” she bitched.

I shifted to my elbow, reached between us, guided the head of my dick to her clit and rubbed my hoop over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Tell me again.”

The glare faded.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

With one thrust, I sank into heaven.