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“Say my name,” he whispers before doing it again.


“And are you going to come for me, Emma?”

“Yes!” I sob. “If you’ll let me!”

“That’s right. That’s a good girl.” And then he descends on me, grunting like an animal, working his tongue between my swollen lips until he finds my clit. It’s swollen and painful, and the first touch makes me jump like I’ve been electrocuted.

There’s a need in him, almost as great as the need in me. I don’t understand it. All I can do is ride his face, letting my body take over for my inexperience. Whatever I’m doing, he seems to like it since he moans almost as loudly as I do. He takes me higher until I feel like I’m flying, soaring, and when I do scream, it’s his name that falls from my lips and fills the room.

“Colten!” I scream one more time, my body going rigid before falling back against the mattress, caught between laughter and tears. It goes on and on, wave after wave rolling over me until I’m weak and trembling in his arms.

He plants soft kisses against my temple, holding me close. “That’s my good girl,” he whispers. “That’s my Emma. There’s nothing like knowing I can make you do that.”

“Make me do it again?” He chuckles, but I’m serious. I curl a hand around the back of his neck, running my fingers through his hair. “Please. I want all of you.”

He pulls back a little, eyes darting over my face. It’s funny. I figured he had all the answers and was completely in control. But he seems just as uncertain as I’ve ever seen anybody now. “Really?”

“It’s all I want. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. For it to be you.” With my other hand, I reach down and take hold of him. He’s as hard as I knew he would be, and the feel of it stirs a new fire in my core. “Please. Let me feel you inside me.”

At first, I’m disappointed when he pulls away, but I realize he’s only doing it to strip off his clothes. This is it. This is what I’ve been waiting for, dreaming of. I swear I’m hungry for the feel of him—I can’t keep my hands off him, touching every inch of skin I can before closing my hand around his dick. His head falls back, and I feel like cheering. I can do this to him. I can make him weak for me.

“You’re sure?” I spread my legs wider to make room for him as he positions himself between them. I can hardly breathe, I’m so nervous, but I nod in response. I’ve never wanted anything more.

I whimper when he drags his head through my wetness, getting himself ready. “I can’t promise I’ll be gentle.”

“I don’t care. I just want you.” I place my hands on his chest and feel the way his heart pounds. He lowers himself onto his forearms and catches my mouth with his, and a split second later, I feel the pressure as he tries to work his way inside me.

And then he’s in. I gasp, my fingers curling into claws, my nails digging into him. “You okay?”

I only nod as my eyes squeeze tightly shut. It doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would, but it’s different. I’m not used to it. He works his way in slowly, spreading me, stretching me for the first time.

Finally, he can’t go any deeper, and for a moment, we stay that way. Locked together. I open my eyes and look up to find him staring down at me. There’s concern there, but something else, too. He can’t pretend he isn’t as swept up in this as I am.

When I nod again, he pulls back, then pushes forward. Over and over, he does this, sinking deep inside me, teasing me with long, slow thrusts.

And soon, what was discomfort turns into something more, especially when he grinds against my clit before pulling back. I tighten my legs around his hips, drawing him deeper, and he groans in satisfaction the way I do.

“Is this what you needed?” he grunts, lowering his head to tease my mouth with his tongue. “You needed my cock inside you?”

“Yes,” I whisper before my tongue darts out to touch his.

“Do you want me to fuck you? To take you like only I know I can?”

“Yes, please. Fuck me.” He responds with a sudden, sharp thrust that opens my eyes wide. Then another. He lowers his head, burying it against my shoulder while his ass rises and falls faster. Every stroke drives me into the mattress, and somewhere in the back of my mind, it’s clear he’s using me now, taking me for his pleasure.

And that’s what I want. I want him to use me. I want him to make himself feel good, thanks to me.

“Feels so good…” I whisper in his ear, encouraging him. “I love the way you feel inside me. Your cock pushing in and out and rubbing against my clit.” Now there’s no discomfort at all, only ripples of pleasure moving through me, intensifying when he picks up speed. I claw at his shoulders and back and almost laugh with joy when he moans in response.

Instinct tells me to move with him, and I do, working his body like he’s working mine. Jerking my hips upward to meet his thrusts, gasping when our bodies crash together. Faster, harder, he loses his rhythm, and I close my eyes and give myself over to what’s building at the place where our bodies are joined. Something deeper than I’ve ever felt before. Almost scary.

But I welcome it. I want it. “Yes, yes, fuck me,” I beg, tears rolling down the sides of my face and soaking into my hair. “Fuck me, Colten.”

“Come on my cock,” he grunts before driving himself deeper. “Come like a good girl.”

I’m already there, my muscles tightening around him just before the familiar rush of relief grips me. “Oh my god, yes!” I let out a broken cry before the wave breaks, and the tension releases all at once.