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“I’ll come when I’m balls deep inside you.” Then I rolled, bringing her with me so she straddled my hips. “Ride me, baby.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not? Does it hurt your leg?”
Fuck, I was an asshole. I moved to lift her off when her panicked voice stopped me.
“No! It’s not that. Well, not exactly.”
“Then what is it?”
“You’ll see everything.”
Her cheeks reddened in embarrassment. I didn’t understand at first until she looked at her stump. Then I felt like an even bigger asshole. She wasn’t being shy, she was nervous because of her disability.
“Newsflash, baby. I’ve already seen everything and think you’re fucking perfect.”
“But—”
“No buts. To me you are.” I cupped her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Your tits are just the right size for my hands.” I moved them to her waist. “And these hips were made for me to grip while I pound into your pussy from below.”
“Oh my god, please stop talking.” She covered her face with her hands. “I get it.”
“I’m not sure you do.” I curled up, sucked a nipple into my mouth, then released it with a pop. “In our bedroom, you never have to be shy or embarrassed. Our pleasure belongs to us, no one else. If you want something, tell me. Same goes if I do anything you don’t like. You hold all the cards.”
“Shouldn’t you hold some of those cards too?”
“I’ll hold you, baby. That’s all I need.”
“Sweet talker,” she whispered as I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
“Only with you.”
“I want you, Zakhar Vlaschenko.”
“I want you too, Prudence Turner.” I dragged her mouth to mine, punctuating my next words with a kiss. “Every delicious inch of you.”
“Then show me.”
One arm locked around her waist, I lifted her up, positioning her opening over my hard cock. Slowly, I lowered her down, watching her face for any signs of discomfort. She fit me like a glove. Tight, hot, wet. She felt fucking amazing, and I realized why the moment she took the last of my length. I froze.
“Condom?” I choked out.
She shook her head. “I’m on the pill to regulate my period.”
“Thank fuck.”
She leaned forward, her palms resting on my chest. When she moved, I saw heaven. My fingertips dug into her hips hard enough to bruise as I guided her up until only the tip remained, then back down in one smooth motion. We moved as one, our rhythm steady.
There were no enemies in our bedroom, no threats about our future. The outside world could fuck right off. It was her and me and our love. Nothing could tear us apart. I wouldn’t let it.
“Harder, Zak,” Pru demanded.
“Whatever my queen wants.”
Doing exactly what I’d described earlier, I bent my knees then snapped my hips upward, hitting a spot that made her moan, “Yes.” I fucked her fast and furious from below, until I saw what she tried to hide. A slight grimace. Not pain, per se, but she definitely wasn’t comfortable.
Without breaking our connection, I flipped our position. Hiking her left knee over my arm, I drove deep, again and again, grinding my pelvis against her clit with every thrust. I wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer.
