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Her hands are firm against my cheeks as she rests them on either side of my face. “I’m ready, Cade. Please, I want to feel what it’s like to be yours.”

“I’m yours no matter what.”

She nods and fuck if I wasn’t already madly in love with her, I know that this moment would be the reason I fell. It’s the way she tenderly rubs my cheekbone before her hands travel down my bare chest that does me in. I don’t stop her when her slender fingers play with the waistband of my pants.

“I’m yours and you’re mine. Now can we be us?”

My cock strains so hard against my briefs and cotton sweatpants. I’ve never been touched by her but fuck I’m ready for it. “If that’s what you want,” I mutter against her lips. Before she can answer me, I kiss her. I know I can take my time with her, but I’m so used to our kisses being rushed that this one is no different. This time, the rush is fueled by passion. By the desperate need from both of us to finally feel what it’s like to go all the way together.

“You know it’s what I want, Cade. I just don’t know if it’s what you want.”

I move my hips until the outline of my cock presses against her palm. I’m hard as fuck, my dick aching to feel her touch. “Feel how hard this is for you, Goldie?” I guide her hand until her fingers slip underneath the pieces of fabric shielding me from her. “I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you think anything other than the fact that I’m fucking wrecked by the thought of feeling you touch my cock, of burying myself inside you.”

“Oh,” she whispers as her fingertips brush along my shaft.

“I’m fucking crazy about you. And if you’re sure you’re ready, I want this just as bad as you do.”

Mare takes the lead, her fingers wrapping around my dick inside my joggers. She’s slow at first, taking her time at memorizing the feel of me in her grasp. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” she whispers.

My head falls backward. Her hand moves up and down slowly as she applies the smallest of pressure, but fuck it already feels too fucking good. “Grip me tighter. Don’t be shy as you get to know my cock.”

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MARE - AGE NINETEEN

My thighsclench together from Cade’s filthy words. He’s never spoken this dirty to me, but I hope that it’s something he doesn’t stop doing. Getting braver, I tighten my fingers around his thick length. I don’t know what I expected when I first got to see him, but I hadn’t expected him to be as big as he is. I’m scared at even attempting to fit him inside me, but at the same time I’m thrilled by the thought of him stretching me, forcing me to fit him.

I stroke up and down, watching every single reaction from him. I make sure to watch him closely to figure out if I’m doing this right. His eyes flutter closed as he swallows slowly. His prominent Adam’s apple bobs up and down. Judging by the low groan coming from his throat, I must be doing something right.

As I move my hand up and down his hard, thick length, I begin to twist a little. Air hisses through his teeth as his hips come forward slightly.

“Teach me how to touch someone. I want to learn to do it right.”

His body shudders. “I’ll teach you to touchme.You won’t be touching anyone else.”

“Teach me how to touchyou.”

“Goddamn, Goldie.”

“Is this what I’m supposed to do?”

Cade shifts his body so he lays next to me, his body pressing against mine. I’m so busy making sure I’m making him feel good that I don’t notice him snaking his hand into the lace fabric of my panties.

“You’re doing perfect,” Cade says, his jaw clenching. “So perfect. Let me make you feel good, too.”

I moan when one of his fingers lightly drifts over my sensitive clit.

“Does stroking my cock make you wet?”

My hand slows on him for the briefest of moments as I’m too caught up in his filthy words and his fingers teasing me between my thighs.

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already soaking wet. Was it feeling how fucking hard I was for you that did it?” One finger slides in. I moan loudly, thankful that no one is around to hear. I don’t want to hold back. Not tonight. Not with him.

“You going to answer me, Goldie?” He slowly slides his finger out. I take it as a threat. If I don’t answer what has me turned on, then he’ll just stop.

“I don’t know,” I confess. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. He’s the only person to ever touch me intimately. Just being around him turns me on. Every little thing he does makes me feel things all over. The clench of his jaw, the muscles that ripple on his arms, the heat of his stare, all of it has me in a constant state of wanting all of him.

My hands hook into either side of his joggers. I’ve felt him, but I want to see him. I want everything.

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