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My gut sinks at the thought. I’ll never be able to catch up to what he’s used to having in a lover.

“Sugar, I want you so fucking badly nothing short of you saying no was going to stop me from getting inside you.”

“Even if I don’t know what I’m doing?”

“Lettie, there is nothing I need from you — and I mean abso-fucking-lutely nothing — that you aren’t capable of giving me. I’ll happily teach you anything you want to learn. In fact, I can’t wait to show you what your body can do. I’m hard just fucking thinking about it.”

My nervousness fades, giving way to tendrils of anticipation.“So I didn’t fuck this up?”

He raises his brows and pulls me close. “This what?”

“Us.”

“Not a chance, gorgeous. I’m not going anywhere unless you’re coming with me.”

I can’t speak; my voice has been trampled by a herd of rhinos.

“If you’ll let me, I’ll teach you how to receive pleasure. How to please yourself. And how to please me. How does that sound?”

“Yes, please,” I beg.

“Always so polite.”

He clicks his tongue at me, then dives in for a toe-curling kiss. One overflowing with desire and easing every last fear.

“How sore are you right now?” His soft words brush across my lips.

Until he asked, I hadn’t noticed, but all the earlier pain has vanished.“I feel fine.”

“Do you want to try again tonight or wait?”

I open my mouth to respond, but he halts my words with a finger resting against my lips.

“Don’t tell me what you think I want to hear. Tell me how you feel. Be honest. Tonight is all about you. I want to make your first time special, and if that means we wait, then we wait.”

After studying his face for a few seconds, getting lost in those turquoise pools, I answer with complete honesty. “I want to try again.”

“You’ll stop me if you get sore, right?”

“I promise.”

“Good girl.” Capturing my mouth once more, he tangles our tongues, quickly ratcheting up my arousal.“Lettie, baby. Get on your hands and knees. Put that sweet ass in the air.”

Chapter 33

You're my, my, my, my... lover

TOMER

Lettie visibly swallows, then narrows her eyes in response to the order I gave her. She looks as if she’s unsure whether I’m serious. To remove any doubt she may have, I raise my brows and intensify my gaze as I rise to my knees.

She must remember my three-second rule because she springs into action.Once she’s rolled onto her stomach, I grip the skirt that’s still wrapped around her waist. I yank the fabric upward, helping her to her hands and knees.

“Oof!” she squeaks and giggles at my less-than-gentle handling, then cuts a pointed look at me over her shoulder.

“Did you think I’d treat you like you’re made of glass just because I found out no man has been inside your tight pussy?”

“I see why you wanted to leave the skirt on.”

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