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Lily lies back onto the bed, and this time I move with her. I spread her legs wider with a nudge from my knee, and I take my cock in my hand. Breath escapes from her lips in a low hiss as I drag its head along her slit. I sweep it up and down and then take the bottle of lube, squeezing a few drops into the palm of my hand and rubbing it along my length. I add a few more. Then I trace a finger from the base to the tip, gathering some of the lubricant, and I run it along her folds. Up and back. I stop and hold my finger just outside her opening, and I look up at her. She lifts her head, and I could come just from seeing her face look at me like this. Like I'm the only person in the world for her. Just like she is for me.

I slip my lubricated finger inside her and watch as her shoulders roll back, her head drops to the mattress, and she gasps. I move it in further and pull out. Back in. Stroking her. I add another finger and curl them inside her. When she gasps again and tightens around me, I know I've found the spot I wanted. I lean over her as I keep working that area. "Do you like that?" I whisper in her ear.

"No... I'm about to come... because I hate it so much... please, Brant." I swear her voice curls up an octave from the beginning to the end of my name. It's enough to almost make me explode.

"Say it, Jams."

She heaves a couple of deep breaths as I torment her with my fingers. Her muscles tighten, threatening to crush them, but I still work them against the wall of her pussy. I'm never going to forget exactly where this spot is.

"Fuck me. Please."

"I love the way you sound when you beg." A growl is the only answer she gives as I ease my dick inside her. I move slowly, just centimeters at a time.

But it's not enough for her. She thrusts her hips down, forcing more of me inside her. "What are you doing? A thousand-year-old sea turtle would move faster than you."

"Are you okay?"

"No!" Her shout is so loud the neighbors might hear it.

"I mean with this. Me. Inside you with..." I know I'm larger than average. And I know that I couldn't bear it if I hurt her by moving too fast or too deep.

"For the love of god, Brant, you won’t break me. Now start fucking me. I'm on the edge, and the only thing that's going to keep this from being the best orgasm I've ever had is you treating me like you could rip me apart with your wondercock."

I lean back so she can see my smile. "Do you really think it's won?—"

"Brant!"

Right. I study her face as I move deeper inside her, until I know she's taken all she can. Then I pull back and drive into her in earnest. I watch her face for any sign of pain as I push myself into her again and again. Her mouth hangs open now as she sucks in quick shallow breaths, but her eyes are pinched closed as each plunge rocks her up and back on the mattress. She wasn't lying when she said she was on the edge. But instead of pushing her harder toward it, I slow down.

She scratches into my back again, but I keep the steady pace. I reach between us and find her clit with my thumb. Her eyes whip to mine as I press against it and begin circling. "Good girl, I want to look into your eyes as I make you scream my name."

"What—"

She's not able to say more than the one word before her back arches. She starts to flutter around my dick, and her legs tense around my hips. "That's my girl. Eyes on me." I catch her just as her gaze starts to drift to the ceiling over my shoulder. "There you go."

"Brant?" She scrunches her face, and I can tell she's trying to hold back. "You?"

"Right fucking here, Jams." Shit, my breaths are starting to catch now, and my cock is beginning to pulse. "Right fucking behind you."

"Brant!" She throws her hips, forcing even more of me inside her as her entire body trembles beneath me. "Brant… Brant… Brant!" My name becomes a call with every thrust into her, and then I shudder. Hearing my name... feeling her come around my cock is doing something to me that I never knew could happen. But holy fuck, is it happening. I bite down on my lip so hard that I taste the iron tang of blood as I push into her. The fluid erupting from my cock mixes with the lube inside her and gives each thrust a slipping sound. And I keep thrusting.

Her breaths are short and erratic, matching mine. I'm spent. My balls ache from the release now, but I never want to stop. I push into her again and again. Her nails that pressed so hard into me it felt like someone had driven them in, release. But it's not until her hands fall limp to her sides that I give myself permission to do the same.

I roll beside her, lace my fingers through hers, and pull her hand to my chest. To the symbol of us. My heart is beating faster than it has it years, and I want her to feel it. I want her to feel what she does to me.

"That was amazing," she whispers after a couple of minutes of lying still.

"It was. A definite three stars out of five."

"Hey!" She rolls over to slap my shoulder with her free hand. "Jerk."

I press a kiss to her temple. It's covered in the sheen of her sweat, and I can taste her salt. "Every second I'm with you is amazing. Just knowing you're mine is five out of five. That? That was beyond the scale. Oh, and a jerk wouldn't clean you up afterward, so I expect an apology." I sit up and wink at her before getting a wet washcloth from the bathroom.

"I've been thinking," she says when I get back. Her thighs involuntarily tighten as I ease the washcloth along her sensitive skin. "I might have a few ideas about how I can apologize for calling you a jerk."

"Oh?" I look up and raise an eyebrow. She nods and takes the washcloth from my hand, flinging it somewhere over my shoulder.

CHAPTER 57

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