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Her back collapsed with a crash.

Sending our half-drank soda cans falling to the ground.

“Whoops,” she said with a laugh.

“Come here,” I grunted as I snatched her off the kitchen island.

She squealed as I tossed her over my shoulder. I smacked her ass playfully, relishing its jiggle as I eyed the hallway. I hadn’t gotten a grand tour of her home or anything, but a master bedroom wasn’t hard to find.

I charged down the hallway, my heavy cock bouncing against my stomach, erect with a need to be home.

I tore down the hallway as she giggled with delight. I kicked her bedroom door open before charging straight for her four-poster king-size bed. The damned thing was made for us, and I dropped her voluptuous body onto the mattress as if she was nothing but a sack of potatoes.

But before she could scramble away from me, I gripped her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

“Rhett!” she squealed.

I forced her legs around my waist, though it didn’t take her long to lock them.

“Mine,” I growled as I grabbed the base of my cock.

“Yours,” she said breathlessly.

And as I dipped the head of my cock to her entrance, my eyes found hers. “Do you mean it?”

“Huh?”

“Look at me, Victoria.”

She propped herself up onto her elbows and I committed the dazed look in her eyes to memory. She was completely disheveled. Glistening with a sheen of sweat due to her orgasms. Her curves weren’t tucked away in shapewear and pencil skirts. Her jiggly bits and rainbow-colored stretch marks were out and proud, beneath a harsh light over our heads that illuminated everything.

She didn’t cower away from my gaze, either.

Instead, all she did was listen to me.

“Good girl,” I said as I inched my cock into her body.

“Oh, Rhett,” she groaned as her head fell back.

“I said look at me.”

Her head snapped back, her half-hooded eyes locking with mine. Her arms shook as she held herself up. Her body shivered as I sank myself inside of her, inch after inch. Her pussy fluttered around me. That tight little hole of hers cradled me close as if it rejoiced that I was finally home. And still, she kept those dazed eyes locked on me.

“Such a good girl for me,” I muttered, bottoming out against her hips.

And as her head fell back against the comforter, her straight hair splayed in all sorts of directions, I peeled her legs from around my waist.

I tossed them over my shoulders and bent her in half.

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VICTORIA

I let myself go.

It was the only way I knew how to describe it. Rhett overwhelmed me in the best of ways. His body covered mine as my hips opened up for him, and I felt the last inch or so of him slide inside. The pain mixed with blinding pleasure, and as I opened my mouth to cry out, his lips covered mine.

I cried out in pleasure down the back of his throat as his tongue teased the roof of my mouth.