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She smiled and let her hands trail down my back, over my sides, aiming for my pants. “I want you inside of me, Milo,” she whispered. “Right now.”

“You sure?”

Sterlie nodded without hesitating for even a second while she unzipped my pants. “Do you have a condom?”

I sat up, reached for my wallet on the sand next to Sterlie’s head, and pulled out the only condom I carried with me.

“Came prepared,” she teased, chuckling. “Do you always carry condoms with you?”

“Nope,” I replied, ripping the wrapper to take out the condom. “But I will now.”

Her eyes narrowed at me. “Why? So you can?—”

“Fuck you wherever we go? Yes.”

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MY HEART

Sterlie Adams

I took a deep breath as Milo stroked his tip along my pussy, coating himself with my wetness. Admittedly, I only caught a quick glance when he rolled on his condom, but from what I’d seen, he wasn’t small.

In fact, I didn’t think he was anywhere near below average, and I had yet to find out whether that was a good or bad thing.

It made me a little nervous. A woman’s first time didn’t have to hurt, I knew that in theory. It all came down to preparation, but I’d heard horror stories from my sister before, so that didn’t help.

“You good?” Milo asked, frozen in place.

“Yes, just a little…” I trailed off, not seeming to find the right word. Was I really nervous or simply anticipating what sex truly felt like?

After all the horror stories and my failed attempts at using a dildo—which wasn’t nearly the size of his dick—would Milo exceed my expectations or confirm my suspicions? What if I ended up not enjoying it? What if I’d hate it?

Would he still want me?

Milo pressed his lips on the tip of my nose. “Do you want to stop?”

“No.” I wanted this, really, I did. A little voice in the back of my mind was even trying to convince me that I needed this more than my next breath. There was no way I’d back out now. “Just… please, go slow.”

“I will,” he said, then kissed me one more time. “I’ll take good care of you, cuore mio, I promise.”

The tip of his cock pressed against my pussy, bit by bit sinking into me. I held my breath when a strangely pleasurable sensation mixed with pain as he stretched me wide.

It wasn’t unbearable, but if it was going to feel like that this whole time, I was going to cry actual tears.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, kissing me softly through the discomfort. “Take a deep breath, my love.”

My heart skipped a beat. I’d never get over him calling me my love.

I did as he said, or at least I tried to. My breathing was unsteady, shaking with every exhalation. My nails were digging into his skin, and I was sure it hurt him, but he didn’t say.

“Are you all the way in now?” I asked, pressing my eyes shut. The more he filled me, the shakier my breath got. I felt him stretch me, and I could feel how my own body was trying to adjust to his size.

“No,” he answered. “Just a little bit more.”

I groaned but in frustration this time. “How about this, we cut off some of your?—”

“No, thank you,” he chuckled, then brushed his lips against mine once. “Try to relax, cuore mio.”

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