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“No,” she says quickly. “It’s just… I don’t…” Her face falls. “I don’t know what to do.”

I slide a finger under her chin and lift her gaze to mine. “It’s okay. I do.”

“What if Melissa wakes up?” she asks nervously.

“I locked the door.”

“Oh.”

“Whitney,” I say.

“Hmm.”

“I’m going to kiss you.” Her nostrils flare, and my dick bobs. “And then I’m going to teach you my wicked ways.”

My mouth descends on hers before she has a chance to respond. She moans, and I breathe it in, breathe her in. I know she’s worried about pleasing me, but she shouldn’t be. Anything she does pleases me. I’m pretty sure I’d be celibate for the rest of my life as long as I was with her, if that’s what she wanted.

Her tongue darts out, tracing the seam of my lips.

Scratch that. No celibacy.

Whitney might be inexperienced, but she kisses like a goddamn dream. I back her up against the wall, pinning her hands above her head and slanting my head to deepen the kiss. For several long minutes, we keep it up, only inhaling air when we switch angles.

Finally, we break apart, and we’re both panting. I take a moment to step back and take in her nudity. Whitney in simple clothes fit for a nun is beautiful, but Whitney naked, her pupils dilated and her skin flushed is exquisite.

“Fuck, I love you,” I whisper, pressing kisses just below her ear.

“I love you, too,” she says, wrapping her arms around my neck to keep me close.

“Thank fuck.”

Whitney trills a laugh, and it morphs into a groan when I trail my lips from her neck to her breasts and suck a nipple into my mouth.

“Quake, yes,” she breathes. “That feels so good.”

I never would’ve thought she’d be the vocal type, but I’m not complaining.

I swirl my tongue around one nipple, then shift to the other where I do the same before nipping at her with my teeth.

“Oh,” she squeaks. “God, yes.”

Sliding my arms under her ass, I lift her, and she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist. The movement lines my cock up perfectly with her pussy, and it takes everything in me not to immediately thrust inside her.

“This might hurt,” I warn her. “I’m so sorry, but I prom⁠—”

My words die when she uses my shoulders for leverage to lift up and drop herself down onto my shaft. She stills for a moment, pain flashing in her eyes, but then she starts to move, and I see stars.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I growl. “You’re so tight.”

Her hands are everywhere: my chest, face, shoulders. She grabs a hold of anything she can as if letting go will make me disappear.

I thrust my hips, slowly at first, allowing her to fully adjust, but my girl doesn’t let that stand for too long. She matches my every move, and before I know it, I’m pistoning in and out of her so fast that my knees just might give out on me.

“I can’t… I don’t…” She pants, peppering my face with kisses. “Quake, something’s happening.”

“You’re gonna love it,” I assure her, reaching between us and rubbing her clit. “Just let go, Whitney.”

I don’t let up, don’t slow down. I glide in and out, in and out, my hips slamming into hers, and she throws her head back against the wall.