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Five minutes of contact with his dick, and I was going off like a Fourth of July fireworks display.
Go figure.
“Sweet girl?” I whispered, liking the nickname more than I could say.
He hummed, and then he killed me.
Stone. Dead.
“Mysweet girl.” His tongue curled about my nipple, making me squeak as he spread his fingers. “There,” he crooned, “you can take it.”
I twisted a little, spreading my legs wider, finding that made it easier as I rested them on the bed. I stopped clutching at his digits as I muttered, “I’m trying.”
“Such a good girl,” he agreed with a purr, and his voice keyed into every fantasy I’d never known I had.
A third finger made an appearance, but as I squeaked again, he groaned. “So beautiful taking my fingers. Imagine how beautiful you’ll be taking my dick.”
I whimpered at the thought, thinking about how thick he’d felt, how hot. He’d hurt but it would be so good.
He bit down on my nipple again, harder this time, and as the pain soared through me, his third finger was no longer seeking entrance but was there—deep inside.
I was breathing hard by this point, confused by the pain, aware that my clit was throbbing with the need for more.
“D-Digger?”
“James for you, sweet girl, when I’m between your thighs.”
Eyes flaring wide, I licked my lips. “James, please, stop teasing me.”
His laughter made my heart happy again, and he flexed his fingers—both around my wrist and inside me—before he liberated me. “As my girl wishes.”
I gulped as he angled my legs about his hips. When they were riding high there, I felt his cock, and it wasa lotbigger than those three digits, but I forced myself to be calm.
Forced myself to relax because I knew it would be easier in the long run.
Reaching up, not wanting us to be apart, I slipped my arms around his shoulders and drew him into me so that his breath was on my mouth again.
As the tip of his dick brushed my slit, I moaned. “I wanted this the first time I ever saw you.”
“Second I saw your uniform, it was like a punch to the gut. Knew you were way too young.”
So, hehadfelt it. I hadn’t been on my own.
“Do I feel too young now?” I demanded as he started to thrust into me.
“You feel like fucking heaven.” Then, he took me.
Claimed me.
Branded me.
And he was careful.So careful.
He was patient, never rushing me. When his cock brushed my hymen, he grabbed my hand and settled a kiss on my palm before he twisted it around to press his lips to my wedding ring.
“Together,” he stated.
And somehow, that meant more than the vows we’d uttered in a cheap wedding chapel in Vegas with the Grinch grumbling as we wed.
