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“Spread those legs, baby.” There's no time for gentleness or tenderness. Not when the only conscious thought I possess revolves around claiming and owning.
She brings me back to reality with a single question delivered as I climb onto the bed between her creamy thighs. “Is it going to hurt?”
Tenderness pushes lust aside. I’m careful as I stroke her wet hair away from her temple and tuck it behind her ear. So young, so fragile. “No, baby. I'll do my best to make sure it doesn't. You just hold on to me.”
We both groan at the touch of my hand against her lips, coated in juice that flows freely from her waiting hole. She offers herself so willingly that it's enough to almost break my heart. The trust shines from her eyes and smile as she looks up at me, waiting for me to take her.
“You're sure?” I ask, gripped both by desire and caring even as I twitch and drip with need.
“Please. Please give me what I want. This is all I want.” She's on the verge of tears, but she's smiling. “Please, Nolan. I want it to be you. It's always been you.”
Still, she seizes up at the pressure against her opening. I've barely started stretching her yet. “Relax.” I lean down, peppering gentle kisses along her jaw and throat. “Relax for me. Let me inside.”
Every brush of my lips eases her more until she loosens up enough to allow my bulbous head past her entrance.
“Oh God!” She grips me all at once, arms and legs locked around me, her nails breaking the skin of my back. “It feels so good! Oh God, yeah…!”
Yes, it is, and so fucking tight I can hardly move. I'm not going to last more than a few strokes at this rate—with her ripe body writhing underneath mine and her constant pleas for more ringing in my ears. She's so hungry, and all I want to do is meet that hunger and satisfy it.
I come up against her barrier, and she sucks in a pained breath. “Remember, relax.” Only this time, it's delivered through gritted teeth, my control slipping away with every heartbeat. At the last second, I lower my head and cover her mouth with mine, plunging my tongue inside an instant before I press forward. The barrier suddenly gives way, and I’m practically sucked deep into her cunt.
She screams into my mouth, but my tongue strokes the pain away while my cock moves slowly, so slowly inside her. Stretching her, I fill her until her ecstatic cries almost drown out the rush of blood in my ears from my racing heartbeat.
I have to break the kiss to breathe, and she almost screams. “Yes! Yes, it's so good. Oh my God! Nolan!” Her nails rake over my back, the sharp sting somehow heightening the sensations building in my balls and at the base of my spine, more intense with every touch, every stroke.
“I want you to come with me,” I grunt in her ear, and she nods frantically in response. “Come with me. Make your fantasies real, baby.”
She clenches tighter around me, every part of her drawing me deep and almost holding me in place. “Good! Oh, it's so good!” she sobs, and her tears roll down her cheeks to wet my face. “Fuck me! Fuck me, Nolan! Please!”
Soon, that's what I'm doing. I’m pounding into her, forgetting to be gentle in favor of obeying her body's commands—and mine. She’s wild, bucking under me with her demands. Like all it took was my cock to unleash an animal. “Come on my cock,” I growl, slamming into her and taking what’s mine.
“I’m… I'm going to come!” And then she arches against me, her pussy clenching until I have to grind my teeth against a roar of near pain—before it crests and what feels like a million tiny muscles massage my length, milking me.
There's no choice but to give in, to let go. I slam myself balls deep before release washes over me, and I fill her with blast after blast of hot cum. Pouring myself into her, I give her everything, all of me. Until nothing is left to do but fall against her, both of us panting, lost in the moment. It's the closest thing I’ve felt to joy in years.
And it's all hers, every bit of it. She gave it to me. To think, I tried to stop this.
“Nolan.” The satisfaction in her voice is enough, but I lift my head to look down at her anyway. Her smile is radiant, her eyes shining. “Nolan.”
“Rose.”
Reality has a way of breaking in at the worst possible moment. I came inside her. What the fuck was I thinking?
I was thinking I wanted her to be mine, entirely, and that means carrying my child, too. But there's too much around us, too much in the way. Too much we haven't worked out.
“What's wrong? I thought you were happy.” She pushes herself up on her elbows when I untangle myself from her and sit up.
“I was—I am,” I correct. “But there's too much undecided.”
“I know what I want.” She touches my shoulder, and I hate myself for causing her even the slightest pain or confusion.
“That might not always be the case.” Covering my face with my hands, I shake my head in disgust and disappointment. What I want is to take her in my arms and hold her, but it would be just as irresponsible as what we've already done. What I’ve already done. “We shouldn't be doing this. You know it, and I know it. You're too—”
“I'm tired of you telling me I'm too young. I'm not too young to know what I want. Don't insult me.”
“I'm trying to take care of you.”
“You can take care of me by giving me what I want, which is you. I don't care if it's right or wrong in anybody else's eyes. It feels right to me. Doesn't that matter?”
