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I nodded.

“Why was I doing that?” Dalton asked.

I sighed because I was already making the connection. “Because you were worried about hurting me,” I responded.

“And what did you do?—”

I kissed Dalton hard to silence him. By the time I was done consuming his mouth, he seemed to have forgotten what we were talking about because he kept trying to deepen every kiss he laid on my mouth after that. I grabbed his face and said, “I’m a good student, Dalton. But I think a physical demonstration might be called for.”

Dalton laughed and then his mouth was on mine again. He had me worked up in a matter of minutes. This time when he went for the lube, I was impatient instead of nervous. I felt needy, empty. Dalton had moved so he was sitting back on his heels, and I missed his weight. I was expecting him to just push his finger inside of me, but instead, he dropped his head and licked his tongue slowly up my hard shaft. I closed my eyes as sensation washed over me. He kept teasing me even as his cool, sticky finger began massaging my hole. Between his finger and his mouth, I felt like I was going up in flames.

“Hurry, Dalton,” I groaned because I knew I wasn’t going to last.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Dalton murmured, his warm breath washing over my cock. He began sucking on the tip of my dick. I was lifting my hips, trying to get him to take more of me in his mouth, when I felt pressure against my hole. Even if I’d wanted to freeze up, I couldn’t have. I was too far gone.

Dalton must have realized how close to coming I was because he kept up the pressure on my hole but covered my body with his and began kissing me. Light, teasing kisses that kept me distracted long enough for his finger to push into me, inch by unbearable inch. There was pain as his digit stretched me, but it was nothing like I’d expected. When I felt his knuckle reach my hole, I wasn’t sure what was coming next. I had my answer soon enough.

Dalton slowly pulled his finger back before gently pushing it inside again. Every time he did it, there was less pain and more of something else.

I wanted more.

He began pumping his finger in and out of me as his mouth explored my own. It was hard to kiss him back when it seemed like every cell in my body was focused on his finger. When he added a second finger, once again moving slowly, I grabbed his forearms. That definitely hurt.

“Okay?” Dalton asked. He seemed to be breathing harder than me. It had never occurred to me how the pace would be affecting him. His cock was heavy and hard against my groin and his body was slick with sweat.

I nodded because I was too focused on my breathing to speak any actual words.

It seemed to take forever until both fingers were buried deep inside of me. The pain once again switched to that other weird sensation that didn’t hurt at all. Dalton’s fingers glided in and out of me. I was about to tell him I was ready for more when his finger hit something inside me that would have had me launching off the bed if his weight hadn’t been holding me down.

God, Dalton hadn’t explained whatever the hell that had been.

I was panting by the time he pulled his fingers free and placed the tip of his dick against my hole. My opening felt stretched wide long before Dalton began to push into me. As before, every time he moved forward, a flash of pain hit me, but it stopped once the outer muscle that had been trying to keep him out gave way.

“Fuck,” Dalton growled against my neck. “So tight.”

I curled my fingernails into Dalton’s skin as my body stretched to accommodate him. “More,” I ordered because there was no pain anymore. Just that empty feeling.

Dalton’s palm slipped beneath my ass so he could angle my hips differently and then he was pushing forward again. I felt the moment his balls met my skin.

He was inside me. Deeply, completely.

And I still wanted more.

Heat and sparks tore through me when Dalton pulled out of me and then eased back inside. The more he did it, the more something inside of me began to burn in a good way.

A very good way.

It was the same burn I’d felt every other time he’d made me come, but this one felt a thousand times brighter… and stronger. Love rocked me to my core as Dalton continued to handle me with kid gloves. His forehead was pressed against mine as he slowly slid in and out of me. I was too breathless to tell him I was good, so I did what I’d done when he’d been fucking my mouth. I placed my palms on his ass and urged him forward.

The signal was all he needed. He began plunging in and out of me. His dick against my inner muscles had me crying out in delight every time he pulled back and shoved forward. Words ceased to exist as we both lost control. I locked my ankles around the lower part of his ass and thrust my hips up with every one of his forward lunges. When he pulled out, I squeezed my muscles around his dick to increase the friction as well as try to keep him inside me.

My dick was mashed between our bodies but the sensation of Dalton’s rock-hard muscles cradling my shaft was driving me just as high as his cock plunging in and out of my ass. The coil of need inside of me was so tight I was afraid of what it would feel like if and when it snapped. I didn’t have to question it for long because Dalton’s big body was rocking into mine so hard, he was lifting my ass off the bed on his own. I felt him shift his weight just a little and then he was hitting that spot inside my body again. The sensation of his hard dick sliding over the spot was too much to bear. I began coming before I could even warn him and when that band inside me did snap, everything but Dalton ceased to exist.

“Yes,” Dalton whispered against my mouth as I cried out in relief. “So fucking beautiful,” he added as he punched his hips against mine a few more times, drawing out my orgasm. Then he was shouting in my ear and his teeth closed over my shoulder. It felt raw, primitive. Like he was marking me as his own.

His release hitting my insides sparked one violent aftershock after another. All I could do was cling to Dalton as he clung to me. Our bodies had taken over and we were under their thrall for what seemed like hours.

When Dalton finally collapsed all of his weight onto me, I relished it. His dick was still hard inside me, and I was glad that he kept it there. His mouth was on mine even as we both continued to catch our breath. Our bodies shook with every occasional tremor that hit us. When his dick finally slipped free of my body, I reveled in the knowledge that making love, fucking, whatever I wanted to call it, was wonderful with the right person. I was already looking forward to my next lesson. Even as my body naturally expelled Dalton’s semen, I knew he’d marked me as much inside as he had outside.

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