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“Nothing. I, ugh, I just…” I bite my bottom lip and grind against his lap without thought. “I want to be yours. I’ve always wanted to be yours. For years, I thought about you. And theletter you sent… I didn’t even know about it until today. I was going through the photo albums, and it fell from the back. I’m not sure what my mom was thinking, or why it was back there.”

“So, you never got the letter?”

I shake my head, and he wipes away another of my tears. I don’t usually cry, so I don’t know why my body is reacting like this.

“Fuck,” he groans. “So, you never knew how I felt?”

I shake my head. “No. I always wondered if I was crazy.”

He lands his other hand on my face as well, intensity in his gaze. “Are you telling me this is what you want?”

I nod, panting, desperate, needy. “Yeah. You’re what I want. You’re what I’ve wanted. You’re what I need, Gentry.”

He leans into my lips and groans, scraping his teeth against my lower lip before his tongue grazes mine. He’s slow and intentional, moving the kiss to my neck, my throat, and my breasts.

This is what I’ve needed, what I’ve waited a decade for, but still, I’m not sure if it’s real. Maybe this is a carbon monoxide fantasy, and the fire department will find me passed out in a puddle of my own pleasure.

I moan and grind against his lap, enjoying the feel of his hard cock against my damp panties. His hands move from my hips to my thighs, and soon, he’s sliding into my wet folds.

My eyes close as I take him in. His rough touch, his woodsy scent, the size of his frame. I’d forgotten how huge Gentry is. He’s a giant. Tall and wide, strong and rough.

My clit throbs as he sweeps his finger over the nub and digs into my pussy. Thankfully, the heel of his palm drives a pressure against the ache.

My hands hook onto his firm shoulders, but I want more. I want my lips on his cock. I want to sink onto him and finally feel everything I’ve dreamt of.

He grips my tit with his free hand and pulls my breasts from the nightgown I’m wearing. I hadn’t put much thought into how ragged I look until now. My makeup was showered off hours ago, I’m not wearing a bra, and this nightgown has seen better days. I wasn’t expecting to see anyone tonight. I was planning to curl up in bed, watch reruns of some old sitcom, and think about how I’m going to start my life fresh again.

That didn’t call for fancy lingerie. That called for a torn-up nightgown with a coffee stain on the collar.

Thankfully, Gentry lifts the rags off my frame and leans into my breast, suckling at my flesh before scraping his teeth across my nipple.

I jump back and my pussy tightens around his thick fingers.

“Have you ever thought about this, princess? About me inside of you?” His deep tone saying such filthy things has my clit throbbing and desperate for release.

“Yeah.” I ride his hand and reach down to unbuckle his jeans. It’s not an easy task between his thick forearm and the giant belt he’s wearing, but I manage and soon I’m holding his thick, throbbing cock, pumping it wildly. “I thought about you so many times… in so many ways.”

He growls low in his throat and kisses my neck as he continues to thrust inside of me. “What did you think about, princess? Tell me.”

My heart races and pounds as I search through the lexicon of words I have to describe how I’ve thought about Gentry. “I used to imagine you sneaking into my bedroom and,” I pant and grind against his hand as I pump him in mine, “I would fantasize about you touching me in my sleep.”

He groans and tucks his fingers in deeper, scratching a spot I didn’t know I had. “I like that. Tell me more.”

“You’d come through my window, lift up the sheets, and you’d touch me while I was asleep, like you knew you shouldn’t be there… but you had to.” My pussy is soaking wet. I’m going to come.

“Did I take you, princess? Did I make you mine?”

I hitch in a breath and stare toward him. “Oh yeah. You slid my little panties to the side, gripped my hips, kissed my neck, woke me up, and sunk into my soaking little pussy like you needed it, like you couldn’t live without it.” I sigh. “I need you to fuck me. Fuck me, Gentry! Take me! Own me! Do everything! Please!” There’s an ache in my voice I haven’t heard before.

“I don’t have protection.” He bites my shoulder, and I jump. I’m so close to coming.

“We don’t need it, do we? Do we need it? I need you!”

“I’ll fuck you full of babies, sweet girl. Is that what you want?”

I whine under my breath and I’m pretty sure I nearly die. He speaks like a man from a romance novel. He speaks like a man who knows what he wants, a man who isn’t afraid to claim what’s his.

I love it.

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