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“Hey,” I said softly, tugging on a few strands of her hair to bring her head back so I could see her face. “You don’t ever have to feel embarrassed about anything that happens between us.” I grinned again and winked at her as my hand traveled down to skip under my shirt and palm her ass. “You are cute as hell, baby. But you’re also fucking gorgeous and so sexy all I can think about is finally being inside you.”

Britta sucked in a quick breath, and her hands splayed on my chest, the heat from her palms practically searing my flesh. “Me too,” she whispered so quietly I almost didn’t hear her.

My hand clenched her ass cheek, and my hips involuntarily bucked into her. “Don’t say shit like that to me right now, Britta,” I growled. “I’m barely hanging on as it is.”

“Why?”

I exhaled roughly. “Because you’re tired. It’s been a long, terrifying day. And because I should take you on at least one fucking date before I pop your cherry.”

Britta gasped. “How did you...?”

“You radiate innocence,” I muttered as I dropped my head into the crook of her neck and shoulder. After taking a deep inhale, I sighed. “And I can practically smell your sweet little cherry, baby.” It was probably just my imagination, but it seemed like I could also smell her ripe, unprotected womb. Just waiting for me to stuff it full of my seed and put my baby inside her.

“Oh,” she squeaked as a shiver wracked her body.

“Now go to sleep,” I grunted, barely hanging on to my sanity.

Britta wiggled closer, and I growled in warning. Then she rubbed her nose against my chest and sighed. “You make me feel so safe. But I’m still scared. Do you think you could distract me?”

“You’re playing with fire, baby,” I rasped.

She traced my tattoos for a minute, then kissed my chest, before making me almost come up off the bed when she licked the barbell in my left nipple. “I want to burn,” she breathed.

“Fuck,” I grunted as every rational thought in my head was replaced by desire. The need to be inside her, to claim her, to own her. I was desperate to hear her scream my name while I exploded inside her.

My lips crashed down onto hers, and I rolled her onto her back before settling myself on top of her. Her generous titspillowed against my chest, and her hard little nipples poked through her shirt.

At first, I held her head so it was at just the right angle for me to deepen the kiss and plunder her mouth. But soon, my hands itched to caress her curves, and I slowly glided them down to the bottom of the shirt, which had risen to her waist.

I tore my mouth from hers just long enough to whip the T-shirt over her head and toss it away. Then I kissed her again and filled my hands with her tits while rocking my hard-on into the apex of her thighs.

She moaned, and her legs curled around my calves.

“You want me inside you, Britta?”

She nodded.

“Want me to fill you with my big, fat cock and make you come until you’re screaming with ecstasy?”

She nodded again, so I pinched her nipples hard, making her gasp.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me you want me to fuck you and take that cherry you’ve been saving for me.”

“Yes, Shaw,” she moaned.

“Yes, what?” I ground my pelvis into hers and teased her tight peaks with my fingers.

“I want you. Please, Shaw, take me.”

“Who do you belong to, Britta?”

“You,” she breathed.

“Damn straight.”

I slid a hand down her stomach until I reached the silky fabric of her panties. With one yank, I ripped them away and raised them to my nose, inhaling deeply. “Fuck, you smell delicious.” My mouth watered, and I groaned, “Need a taste. Want you on my tongue when I pop your cherry.”

Slowly, I trailed my tongue down her body as I moved to lay between her legs. I pushed them wide open and wedged my shoulders into her thighs.

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