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This was the “me” I knew. The player. The sex fiend. He was dying to be let loose, and it was so easy to fall back away from this world and let him take control.

And he was about to take control.

“You don’t have to beg, baby.” I rasped.

My hands slipped down from her back to her waist, fingers hooking into the thin elastic of her panties. With a rough tug, I pushed them down over her hips, tossing them to the side. She lifted her legs to help, and I felt the cool air hit my skin before she settled back down, her bare center grinding against the throbbing head of my cock. I groaned.

Delane shifted her hips, angling them just right. I could feel the heat of her in between her legs, and I wanted more of it. I reached between us and grabbed my cock, angling it against her pussy, and guided her down onto me.

It took a few shallow rocking movements of her hips to get it just right, a delicious fucking tease. Before I could exhale a breath, she sank down onto me fully, my cock sliding deep inside her.

“Holy…shit.” My hips bucked upwards involuntarily, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs.

Ecstasy. She was so tight.

So fucking tight.

Delane’s head snapped back, a hard moan ripping from her as her nails bit into my shoulders, a striking pain that only heightened my pleasure. For a moment, I was utterly lost, my mind short-circuiting from the sheer, overwhelming bliss of her gripping my cock.

She was heaven.

DELANE

I had never felt so…full.

Noah was buried inside of me, and while the pain was there, it was manageable. Maybe even…welcomed. I didn’t really know.

Something about this level of closeness, brought everything else in the world to a standstill. Noah was a focal point, where everything else had ceased to be, and all that mattered in the moment was him in me, holding me, moaning against my skin.

Noah’s hips did a small thrust forward into me, and the friction was exquisite. I dug into his shoulders and let go of everything, my body going through the motions for me, my head leaning back towards the sky and I released a sound I didn’t know I could make.

I reacted on instinct, pushing down on his shoulders and lifting with my thighs to move upwards on his cock and back down again. I could feel him inside, rubbing deliciously against my walls and I shuddered out a breath, doing that exact motion again. And again.

Noah’s hands tightened deathly on my hips, imprisoning me.

“Easy,” he said through a groan. “I won’t make it with you doing that.”

I let my eyes flutter back open, allowing myself to gaze down at him. His face was red, his jaw clenched and his eyes told a story that I couldn’t quite understand.

His hand reached up and he grabbed my chin, pointing it down so that our eyes aligned.

“You’ve already got me close. And I want to make sure you cum first,” he whispered throatily.

I could feel my pussy clench at his words, my body eager for release. For pleasure.

His hands trailed down from my chin to my chest, easing the straps of my dress down each shoulder to expose my breasts. I hadn’t worn a bra.

“Fuck,” he said aloud, eying my breasts hungrily.

I ignored his previous order and rose up and nearly completely off of him before sliding back down around his cock. He hissed in pleasure.

“Naughty girl,” he rasped. And before I could make a snarky comment in return, he took one of my breasts into his hot mouth, sucking on it as his hands kneaded my nipple on the other.

I was sure the sound I released was a helpless cry, my body rocking against his for friction as he absolutely broke me down to pieces. I couldn’t be still any longer, I had to move.

I started slowly, following my body’s urges through the small amount of discomfort. I didn’t want to ruin the entire moment.

I also didn’t want Noah to know. He didn’t need the additional baggage of me. Knowing that he was my first. It didn’t matter anyway. Not to me.