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“Oh my God,” she moans, her nails embedded in my shoulders. But she isn’t telling me no. She isn’t trying to stop me, either. In fact, every time I talk, she spreads her legs wider, and her eyes grow darker. She wants me to breed her. She wants me to leave her dripping my cum.

“Hold tight, goddess. Bite down.” I bury my face in her tits, attacking her sensitive skin with my teeth as I line up with her little hole. I move from nipple to nipple, sucking and biting. “You’re all mine now.”

I push forward, taking my sweet fucking time burying my cock inside her inch by inch. Her nails rake down my back. Her teeth sink into my shoulder. She sobs against me, biting and clawing as her hymen tears against my cock. She isn’t in pain, though. She’s in fucking ecstasy. I feel her fluttering around me, sucking me in deeper, already on the verge of shattering for me.

“Fuck, goddess,” I groan, the heat of her pussy wrapped around my cock driving me fucking wild. “You feel so fucking good. I should have known you’d be perfect.” I brush my lips against her ear. “You were worth the wait.”

A startled gasp flies from her lips. “Hunt, are you–?”

“Not anymore.” I nip her ear. “Neither are you.”

I snap my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt. She sobs my name. I groan hers. And then I begin to fuck her in earnest, pulling almost all the way out before I thrust forward again, driving myself deep into her tight, welcoming heat. I have to fight for every inch. But Christ, it’s worth it. Every thrust, every gasp, every shudder is heaven.

We kiss and rock and groan, moving as one as we fuck and touch, lost in each other. I gasp her name, and she moans mine. I bite her lip, and she sucks on mine. She pulls my hair. I tangle my hands in hers. We’re in complete sync, fucking like our lives depend on it.

“That’s it, Molly,” I growl when she locks her legs together around my waist, rocking against me, practically riding me from beneath. “Take what’s yours, sweetheart. Fuck me.”

“I’m going… Oh, God, Hunt. I’m going to come!”

“Good girl.” I attack her mouth with another searing kiss. “Make a mess of my cock before I breed you, goddess. Let me feel it.”

She trembles, her inner muscles fluttering around my shaft before she throws her head back, my name breaking from her lips in a loud cry. Her juices soak me as her muscles clamp down around me, and she shatters in my arms.

I roar, pounding into her as I follow her over the edge. I bury myself deep in her perfect cunt and still as my balls pulse and cock throbs. I come hard, my face pressed to her chest, my lips wrapped around one hard nipple.

My heart pounds like a sledgehammer, trying to beat its way free of my ribcage. She moans beneath me, shaking in my arms.

“Fuck, Molly,” I gasp. “Fuck.”

“Hunt,” she moans, clinging to me.

I roll us so I don’t crush her, pulling her up against my chest, my hard cock still deep inside her. I don’t think I’m finished with her yet. Not by a long shot. I already want her again.

Jesus. What’s she doing to me?

Making you fall in love, you idiot. You’re falling in love.

I am. Except… I’ve fallen thousands of times. Every fucking day on the field, I fell. Even with pads on, the shit always hurt. This doesn’t. It doesn’t hurt at all.

CHAPTER 6

MOLLY

The early morning light filters softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. I blink awake, the events of the night before rushing back in a wave of warmth and tenderness. I’m nestled in Hunt’s arms, his strong, steady presence a soothing comfort to my sore and aching body. My intimate muscles are tender, a reminder of the incredible intimacy we shared last night. A first for both of us.

I shift slightly, and the delicious ache down below screams just how intense and memorable last night was. Hunt stirs beside me, his eyes fluttering open. The soft smile that spreads across his face makes my heart pound in my chest.

“Good morning, goddess,” he murmurs. His deep voice wraps around me, instantly waking up every one of my nerve endings.

“Good morning.” I snuggle into his embrace. The sensation of being held by him, just waking up in his arms, is addicting, and I look forward to doing this every day for the rest of my life.

As he gently brushes a strand of hair away from my face, his fingers leave a trail of warmth along my skin. “How are you feeling?”

How do I feel? I take a quick inventory and realize my girly parts are throbbing. “Sore,” I admit with a shy smile, my cheeks flushing as we discuss my intimate issue. “But in a good way.”

His chuckle vibrates through his chest, a sound that makes me grin. “Come on,” he says, shifting to sit up and effortlessly pulling me with him. “Let’s see if a hot shower helps relieve some of that soreness.”

“It will have to be a quick shower since I only have two hours before I’ve got to leave for work.” Thank God the bank doesn’t open until nine am, or I’d never make it on time.

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