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Tuck
Exile
I dropmy forehead to hers. “You’re killing me, Tiny. I can’t—we can’t?—”
“I know.” Her voice is raw. She cups my face in her hands and kisses me. “You make it hard to stop. You feel... you make me want more.”
Nipping at her earlobe, I reply, “I wanna give you everything. But I ain’t gonna put you at risk.”
“You’re a good man.” She sucks on my bottom lip before releasing me. “Go get a condom, Tuck. I want you inside me. All of you.”
It’s murder pulling out of her. But I do it. I grab my wallet out of my pants pocket and flip it open. God must be on my side, because I find not one, but two condoms. I drop one on her bedside table and open the other with my teeth. I roll it on in short, hard strokes, my stomach caving as I will myself not to come yet.
Looking up, I see that Maren has scooted down a little so she’s flat on her back on the bed. She runs a hand through her hair, mussing it in the sexiest way imaginable. Her lips areswollen. Tits perfect little handfuls topped with small, pert nipples.
Her pussy is a slice of slick pinks and reds.
She catches me staring and bites her lip, grinning. She crooks a finger. “Get over here, Superman. You know better than to think your death stare’ll scare me.”
It’s the nickname.
Her wit.
How goddamn smart and aware she is, seeing right through my bullshit. Everyone thinks my gruffness is a personality trait.
Maren somehow, some way, at some point, saw that it’s only a dumbass defense mechanism. A way of living that keeps me safe, yes. But it also keeps me exiled fromthis.
Feeling.
Vulnerability.
Connection.
I don’t want to live in exile anymore.
The animal inside me bolts into motion. I climb over her and hike her leg over my shoulder. I put myself at her entrance and press inside a little so I stay there. Then I meet Maren’s eyes and I grab her breast and I impale her with a single hard, deep thrust. She’s slick and soft enough that I sink to the hilt easily.
She makes a sobbing sound.
“Too much?” I gasp.
She shakes her head. Her eyebrows are pulled together, curved upward. “So. It’s so. Tuck. Good. I. Literally, I can’t speak.”
I nip at the hollow between her ear and jaw. “Lemme fuck you how I wanna. Lemme do it right.”
“I. Yes. Trust you.”
I pluck her nipple. Her pussy ripples around me. “You shouldn’t.”
“Stop that.”
Tensing the muscles in my low back, I pull out of her. Thrust again, harder this time. With her leg over my shoulder, the angle is deep. I feel every inch of her. Judging by the way her breath catches, she feels every inch of me.
“Stop what?”
She puts a hand on my chest. “You’re a better man than you give yourself credit for.”
I scoff, even as my heart squeezes. “I thought you said you couldn’t speak.”
