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I exhale as he pushes in more. It hurts, but he takes his time.
“Fuck. You’re so tight.”
I whimper. “Please tell me you’re almost all the way in.”
He barks out a laugh. “Not quite.”
“Oh god,” I moan.
Lowering his head, he kisses me until I forget about the discomfort I’m feeling. Well, until he rolls his hips, making me cry out.
“Look, baby girl. Look at how well you’re taking me.”
A tear leaks from my eyes as I open them. But then I see what he’s talking about. He’s fully inside of me. He pulls back, thrusting again. I groan as I watch him disappear. The next thrust feels better, too.
“That’s it, baby girl. Your body knows what to do to take Daddy’s cock.”
“Kiss me,” I whisper, already reaching for him.
Our tongues meet in a slow kiss while he rocks in and out of me. Dark pleasure swirls through me with each thrust until I’m arching into him, wanting more.
“Odin,” I moan. “I’m close.”
“I know you are, baby girl. Daddy is going to play with your clit and give you what you want.”
He does just that, pushing me closer to my release. After a few more thrusts, I cry out his name. His own thrusts become more intense, making me realize just how much he was holding back. I hold on to him as he groans, stilling over me. And then I feel it. Our combined juices rolling down my thighs.
“You came in me?”
His lips brush against mine. “Yes.”
“But I’m not on the pill! What if I get pregnant?”
“It’s unlikely, but I’ll take care of it if you do.”
Take care of it? I’m not sure I like the way that sounds.
“Don’t ruin this by overthinking, Anna.”
I nod, but it’s too late. He sighs, pulling out of me. Jesus. Now I feel gross between my legs. I sit, scooting to the edge of my bed.
“I’ll be right back.”
I’ve taken two steps when he grabs me, pulling me back to the bed.
“Stay.”
“But—”
His mouth covers mine in a kiss that steals my breath away. And when his hand slips between my legs, I find it hard to stay mad at him. It’s not long until I’m panting, asking him to fill me. Guess he was right about begging for his cock, but I can’t seem to find it in me to care.
* * *
I’m spent. We’ve had sex four times. Each time it gets better, but I still get the feeling he’s holding back. He’s propped up against my pillows, one arm behind his head as he smokes. My head is against his stomach and I’m trying my hardest not to fall asleep. His fingers work through my hair as the scent of his cigar drifts around me. It smells like leather and a bit like earth.
“I love how those smell,” I murmur.
I’m so happy right now that I’m afraid speaking too loud is going to ruin the mood.
