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But then he wrapped his hand around the base and stepped close so he could align us, and I found my legs parting, needing it…craving it.
He eased his free hand around my hips and slid me forward another inch to the edge.
I gripped the sides to steady myself and began to pant, my vision dimming at the corners.
“Tell me if this hurts,” he murmured and barely pressed the tip against my swollen, sensitized lips.
I gripped his side and bit my lip, braced for it. But when he didn’t move, I glanced up to find him watching me and awaiting an answer with raised eyebrows.
“Really?” I rolled my eyes. “Of course, it doesn’t hurt yet.”
“Okay. Then… What about this?” He barely pressed in.
My body bowed, and my inner muscles cramped, seeking more,demandingmore. “Nope. No pain.”
“And now?” he asked, pausing again, after maybe an inch.
“Motherfucker,” I warned, biting my fingers into his ribs. “Don’t play with me. Give me the whole fucking dick.”
With a chuckle, he shook his head. “Nope. Sorry, I’m on a roll now.” And he sank another inch deeper, making my thighs quiver, loving it, loving it, until, bam… He stopped.
“Damien!” I shrieked, slapping his arm. “It doesn’t fucking hurt!”
He growled with arousal and looked into my eyes, only to gnash his teeth and mutter, “Fuck,” in a tight voice just before he pushed deep. As far as he could go.
I shouted out my surprise, and my body started to contract, already coming around him.
“Oh God. Oh God.”
“Oaklynn,” he gritted out, his voice strained as he stroked me through my orgasm.
“Oh…my…God,” was the only response I could give before my words turned to gibberish.
Gripping my hair and kissing the top of my head when I leaned my face in to shudder against his chest, he continued to pump into me, his hips never slowing.
Plunge, withdraw, plunge, withdraw. He couldn’t seem to stop once he’d started.
As soon as I rode through the last crest of pleasure and slumped against him, he groaned and gripped my hips, then he picked up his pace, turning aggressive and rough, nearing his own peak. I held on to the side of his arm and tightened my inner muscles to help him along.
A second later, he jerked and cursed out a sound of surprise, then he drilled into me deeply, his cock pulsing hotly as he clutched me hard, releasing himself. I slid my hand up to run it gently over his hair as his big, hard body quivered almost vulnerably.
It was the most intimate moment of the entire night for me—him seeking me to physically hold him through his orgasm. And the moment he finished, he rested his cheek on my shoulder and nuzzled closer as if needing my warmth and affection.
I kissed his jaw, unable to help myself, and he blindly lifted his hand to cup my cheek.
“How about now?” he slurred, his breath fanning over my neck. “Did that hurt?”
I snickered and slugged his arm for the lame joke. “Funny.”
With a chuckle, he lifted his face. “You started it.”
But the languid, affectionate warmth in his whiskey eyes made my chest burn because fuck…
I didn’t want this to end. I didn’t want a one-time-only, casual hookup from this guy.
I wanted to keep him.
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