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Breanna undulated beneath him, rubbing her breasts against his chest, urging her lower body up to his, and wrapping her arms around his back.
“Don't.” He shuddered. “God, Breanna, don't.”
“Why?” she whispered breathlessly. “It feels so good.”
He tore his mouth away, stared down at her through a red haze of passion. “Because I want you too much. I'm not going to be able to hold back.” Another shudder. “I already can't hold back.”
“I don't want you to.” She caressed his spine, traced the taut muscles of his back. “Please, no holding back.”
“I'll hurt you.”
“No you won't.” She arched restlessly beneath him. “Tell me what to do.”
“Just... yes ...” he grated out, as her thighs parted beneath him. He nudged them farther apart, settling himself in the cradle between them, his rigid shaft finding the heated entrance to her body.
“Like this?” she whispered, raising her knees to hug his flanks.
“God ... yes.” He was already crowding into her, his hips moving reflexively, blatantly ignoring the dictates of his mind, which warned him how small she was, how delicate and tight. As if to further test him, Breanna melted around him, hot and clinging, stretching to take him deeper, her soft moans of pleasure obliterating any hope his mind had of regaining control. “Sweetheart...”
“Make love to me,” she breathed, her hands gliding down to the base of his spine, as if that motion alone would be enough.
It was.
Cupping her bottom, Royce pushed into her, reached the barrier of her innocence, then thrust beyond it. He sank into her, sweat drenching his body as he buried himself inside her the way he'd burned to do from the start.
Breanna tensed, instinctively biting back her cry of pain—which gave Royce the strength he needed to wait.
“Don't,” he said fiercely, raising his head to look deeply into her eyes. “Don't hide what you're feeling—not your pleasure or your pain. No holding back.” Deliberately, he repeated the same phrase she'd spoken to him.
Slowly, she nodded, her body relaxing even as she did. “It doesn't hurt anymore,” she murmured, wonder in her eyes. “It feels so... oh...” She cried out, this time with pleasure, as Royce drew back slightly, then pressed forward, sinking deeply into her.
“So incredible?” he finished for her.
“Yes incredible.” She urged his mouth back to hers. “Don't stop.”
“I couldn't if my life depended on it.” He kissed her hungrily, beginning an exquisite motion of plunge and retreat that made the world spin away in a torrent of sensation.
Instinctively, Breanna understood the rhythm, and her hips lifted, undulating to meet each one of his quickening downward strokes.
A roaring commenced in Royce's head, a passion he'd never known mingling with a love he'd never imagined, his every nerve ending attuned to Breanna, and to the engulfing culmination that hovered just beyond their reach.
“Royce...” She was frantic now, her inner muscles taut, slick with need, her nails scoring his back as she struggled for that elusive peak she couldn't yet fathom but was desperate to capture.
Beyond conscious thought, Royce simply reacted, hooking his elbows beneath her knees and pulling her legs up higher around him, opening her fully to his possession.
He penetrated her with one deep, inexorable stroke, then another—this time caressing her inside and out, only to do it again and again and again
Breanna plunged over the edge.
She arched wildly, a dazed, stunned look
widening her eyes as she reached the pinnacle of sensation, and fell.
Royce covered her mouth with his, swallowing her sharp cry of pleasure and shuddering as her hard spasms gripped him, spiraling out from deep inside her—quickening in pace, intensifying in strength— clenching his engorged shaft until he could take no more.
He climaxed violently, his own release slamming through him with the force of a blow. Biting back a shout, he gave in to the wildness, his hips moving convulsively as he poured himself into her, each burst of completion more powerful than the last.
The moment seemed to go on forever, tiny aftershocks of Breanna's climax rippling over him, triggering yet another burst of wetness as the last of his seed emptied into her.
