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Ruger sprawled his hand on her lower stomach and held her down, keeping her on the bed. Moist strokes heightened her arousal. She grabbed the bed, looking for something to hold, and ended up thrusting her fingers in Ruger's hair and holding on to his head.

He continued applying the most pleasurable sensation to her. She squeezed her eyes closed and strained, trying not to orgasm.

He blew gently over her lower lips. She yanked his hair and then quickly caressed his head. It was hard to control herself.

She sucked in air, holding her breath. She couldn't breathe right around him.

He ran his tongue along her slit. The wet, sloppy sound filled the quietness of the bedroom. She arched. He captured the swollen nub, nibbling, sucking, licking it.

She moaned, exhaling her pent-up breath. "I-I can't stop..."

He trapped her hips in his arms and slid his hands underneath her ass. Imprisoned in his hold, all she could do was accept every delicious touch of his tongue. He circled, skimmed, and nipped the sensitive nerve endings. Her muscles spasmed, and she arched against his face. Warmth grew in her lower belly and spread through her lower region.

Ruger plunged his tongue inside her, stroking her from the inside. She quivered. None of her boyfriends had ever done that to her. Not to that degree. As if he loved the taste and smell of her.

It was wonderful and stimulating and special.

He sucked, licked, rubbed his face into her wetness. Deep inside of her coiled, tighter and tighter. She panted, never wanting these feelings to leave.

"Give it to me," he said against her.

His words vibrated against her. She lost control. Her body convulsed with each jolt of orgasm. Each beautiful wave of pleasure rendered her weak.

He moved up her body, taking her mouth. She kissed him back, her musky arousal heavy on his tongue. Out of breath, she turned her head and wrapped her arms around his neck, not ready for him to stop.

She orgasmed, but he hadn't. She still wanted him. She needed the closeness of having him inside of her.

He gazed down at her. "Can you take more?"

She slipped her hand down between their bodies and stroked his hardness. He was bigger than she'd imagined. A quiver rolled through her. She should've known all of him would be big. Ruger was tall and hefty.

He pushed up on his knees, leaned over, and grabbed the condom.

Her breath, still ragged from her orgasm, came out hoarse when she asked, "Can I?"

His hardness jutted out of his body, pounding with arousal. A milky drop hung from the head of his cock.

He opened the condom and handed it to her. She rolled on the condom, taking the time to stroke him.

Ruger palmed her sex. She sucked in her breath, still sensitive to his rough fingers.

He grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed the head along her slickness. She moaned. That was much better.

He held her gaze. His jaw clenched in determination. He pressed against her. She raised her knees, giving him more space.

His arms bulged. She could feel the muscles constricting under her hands. He was trying to go slow, for her sake.

"Ruger?" She drew his eyes to her face. "I'll be okay."

A small pinch and he slipped inside of her. Slow but steady, he plunged his length into her wetness. She stretched, spasmed, and held still as her body relaxed and accepted his size.

Buried deeply within her, he held himself steady. "I'm going to move."

"Y-yes." She hooked her ankles behind his thighs.

"You're tight." After a moment, he pulled back and then slid back in. "Fuck."

He eased back again in tormenting slowness. Then, plunged with determination, making her gasp. He shifted, leaning on his elbows and cradling her head. "I don't want to hurt you."

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