Page 29 of My First and Only Crush

“You are softer and sweeter than I imagined. Smaller in my arms, and my heart is pounding so hard I’m afraid I might have a heart attack before I get inside you. Every time you blush, I worry that I’ve freaked you out and harmed you irreparably.”

“Weren’t you trying to freak me out?” I tease, even as my mind starts freaking out over the implications of what he’s saying.

“Yeah, my ability to self-sabotage here is probably infinite. I don’t know how to seduce you, pet. I’m a bull and you’re the finest china in the fanciest shop.”

“Not china,” I whisper. “Just a horny girl who wants you to do your worst.”

“Doesn’t change the fact I’m an animal.”

“I want the animal. I wantyou, all of you.” My heart is leaping now, trying to get out of my chest and get to him. “Nothing you can do is too much. Please, Trick. I’m so ready. I’m?—”

A sob rips out of me, and he covers my mouth with his, kissing me. His tongue pushes deep, so strong and sure. If he thinks he’s a bull, then I’m a meadow. Wide open for him to go wild in.

He groans as he licks his way out of my mouth, as I chase him for another pulling taste.

“Do you want to make love now?” He shifts his weight to one arm—oh my God—and trails his other hand down my bare body.

I nod.

“Then use your words.”

I lick my lips. “It feels like we already are.”

It’s not the dirtiest thing I can say. It’s not really dirty at all.

But against my thigh, Trick’s cock throbs, streaking precome on my skin.

He glances down between us, nudging my legs further apart. “Oh, Sinclaire. Yes, baby we are making love. And look at how it makes you drip. Do you want to know what I see here, baby?”

I follow his line of sight. All I see is the top of my mound. And even though it makes me want to burst into flames, I swallow hard and say, “Tell me, Daddy.”

CHAPTER13

TRICK

God, her willingness to play my games is a gift.

It’s no hardship at all to find more words for her. “Your soft, swollen,drippingcunt looks so fucking ready. Ripe and needy.” I touch her there. “Do you feel needy, pet?”

She cries out as I stroke my fingers through her wetness. That’s a yes.

“Inside,” she sobs. “I’m so empty.”

I push into her tight hole, and her body greedily pulls at my finger. No pain, no resistance, just the best squeeze I’ve ever felt.

“More,” she whines.

Fuck, she needs my cock.I test her with another finger, and her cunt takes that, too.

Wrapping my wet, sticking hand around my cock, I stroke it quickly to slick my pre-seed over the tip.

She watches me, and I watch her.

I need to know she sees me as I’m going to be when I’m rutting into her. Hard. Ready. Primal.

“Daddy?” There’s a thread of uncertainty in her voice now, a tremble that just makes me throb more. And a savage pleasure rips through me at how naturally she goes to that off-limits name for me when she’s not sure we should be doing this.

Whether we should or shouldn’t is irrelevant. We need to now.

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