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His free hand does it instead. He gently flicks and circles my clit as he pushes his way inside me. It doesn’t really hurt. I think my vibrator probably broke my hymen a long time ago.

But then, he gets deeper, and the stretch begins to ache.

My face screws up a little as the pain hits.

“Breathe through it, Adriana; it will pass once I’m all the way in.”

Sweat beads across his forehead, and he’s clearly struggling to take it slow. I’m grateful in this moment for his self-control because he’s big, and he’d hurt me if he rammed it in.

Once he’s pushed slowly deep inside me, he stills, and I feel him, letting myself adjust to his size stretching me, filling me.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Adriana. If you need me to stop, say so.”

I nod.

He pulls out and slides back in. Ouch. I tense a little, but he keeps on going, and his fingers are on my clit again. He bends his head and sucks a nipple, scraping it with sharp teeth, sending a delicious thrill through me, and the thrusts become something other than painful.

They send a dark delight coursing through me. He’s hitting me deep inside, and it aches a little, but it’s also delicious.

Then he changes angle, once, twice, and he lifts my hip, hitching it over his lower back as he shifts again and then, holy shit, he’s hitting that place again. That too-much-I’m-going-to-die-from-pleasure place.

He lets go of my clit, and his body presses deeper against mine, no room for either of our hands now. His body gives my clit friction every time he hits deep, and his cock rubs that place inside me, and I think I might faint.

I climb and climb, as my breath comes in gasps, and my hands go all tingly and strange, and then I fall.

I fall so hard I scream and convulse and squeeze, and then I shatter and break, and everything recedes until all that is left are the waves drowning me.

Then I float.

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DIMITRI

She comes with a scream. An actual fucking scream as her mouth gapes open and sounds are knocked from her with each thrust that has me losing myself with her. I come and come, and I growl out my ownership of her as she takes it all. She’s squeezing me so hard with her tight pussy that I see stars.

She falls back, her cheeks covered in tears, her gaze glassy and unfocused.

As my senses return, I look at her in concern. I think I broke my Littleblue.

“Adriana?”

“Hhhmm,” she hums, a tiny smile forming on her beautiful lips.

“Are you okay?”

“Three times,” she slurs. “You made me come three times.”

I pull out of her and being the sick, weird freak I am, move down the bed and spread her legs. I stare at her swollen, glistening pussy and part her lips to see some of my cum trickle out of her.

Two thoughts hit me hard and fast.

One is that I’m utterly fucked because I’ve lost all sense when it comes to this woman. I’ve just taken her and came harder than I have in my life, and I’m already hard again. I want her again. And again.

She’s not leaving. There’s no saying goodbye in a few weeks once things are safe. I can’t be without this. No fucking way.

The second thought hits me with a serious flood of panic.

“We didn’t use a condom,” I say heavily. “I’m clean, but we didn’t talk about birth control.”

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