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My cock felt so hard that it felt like it was going to explode.

“You were… what?” I asked, unable to process anything beyond how her chest was heaving.

Her breasts were jiggling with each rough inhale, and her nipples were pebbled into tiny little

peaks that were driving me wild.

She held her hands out for me, and I didn’t think. I just went.

I crawled up the length of her bed, pushing her legs wide as I went, and dropped my body to hers

until there wasn’t a single thing separating us but her nightdress that she’d exchanged my t-shirt for.

I inhaled deeply against her neck, trying to tell myself to calm down.

“I want you,” I breathed against her throat.

She tightened her hands around my face and then pulled until I either looked at her or caused her

to hurt herself.

I chose to look up, because there was no way in hell that I’d ever allow anything to happen to her.

I knew that from the day that I met her. For the second time, anyway. I had no doubt that my mind

was firmly set that way in the beginning, when I first met her, too.

“I’m clean,” she said.

There was no point in her telling me she was on the pill.

We both knew there would be no reason for it.

I was just thankful that I’d had that discussion with her before it got to this point, because that would’ve been a complete mood killer for sure.

“I know,” I said. “I’m sure you know that I haven’t been with anyone… and, to tell you the truth, I haven’t really made sure that all parts are in working order down there.”

She laughed, and the throaty sound of it made my heart hammer in my throat.

God, she was really magnificent.

There wasn’t a single thing about her that didn’t set my blood on fire.

Her laugh. Her mouth. The way that she felt so soft against my hard body.

The way her fingers looked running over my rough, scarred skin.

The way she looked at me as if I wasn’t the ugliest person in the world.

I kissed her again, this time allowing my hand that wasn’t planted in the bed to skim up the length of her side.

“Sometimes,” I said, voice rough. “I take myself in hand and think of you when I do.”

“Sometimes?” she laughed. “That’s all?”

I nodded.

“Yeah,” I admitted. “Because at first, I couldn’t condone the fact that I was jacking off to my

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