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The low growl in my voice had her shivering.

Whether I made her nervous or not, she needed to understand a few things about me.

I may seem laid back, but I was possessive and easily angered. Not in a way that I’d ever hurt her, or any other female on the planet, but in a way that I had very little tolerance for men that treated anybody poorly.

I sure the fuck didn’t like hearing about the asshole that’d ruined her life when I was pressed against her like I was.

“You’ll never hear his name in this bed—or any bed—ever again.” She licked her lips. “I’m just trying to let you know that I am very…new to this.”

“New as in a virgin new, or new as in, you haven’t experienced very much sex, new?” I wondered.

“New in a way that I’ve only had sex twice and both of those times I’m not even sure it was all the way in me…” she pointed out.

I had no clue what to say to that, but it surprised me zero to know that the douche had a micro-penis.

“Noted,” I said as I licked up the center of her breastbone to the column of her throat and farther to her chin, then lips. “I’ll go slow.”

The way that she lifted her legs and started to wrap them around me let me know that she was fully on board with my plan.

“Hang on,” I said as I leaned over, taking her with me. “I need a condom.”

She giggled when she landed on top of me, her arms threading around my neck as she leaned forward and let her hair fall into my face.

I loved it.

I loved feeling her in my arms. Loved the way her hair tickled my cheeks. Loved that I could smell her jasmine and lavender scent.

Fuck, but I just loved her.

Yet, I didn’t tell her that.

I knew it was early.

She was still getting back on her feet, and I didn’t want to overwhelm her with my emotions when she had plenty of her own to deal with.

“Scooch back so I can reach my cock, baby,” I urged.

She scrambled far enough backward that my cock, which had been pinned between her thigh and mine, flopped forward with a meaty thump against my belly.

She bit her lip as she said, “Are you big, Gee?”

I chuckled. “Feel me and find out.”

She reached a tentative hand toward me, and I caught hers and guided her to my cock.

She moaned and wrapped her hand around me.

“I really, really wish I could see this,” she breathed. “I want to experience all that’s you. I want to watch you stretch my pussy. I want to see how your face looks when you sink inside of me. I want to watch your abs tense as you try not to come. I want to watch it all.”

I cupped her face. “I’m sorry, Bin. I wish things were different.”

She licked her lips, then squeezed me lightly and said, “Condom.”

I ripped the packet open with my teeth, spit the end in my mouth out somewhere beyond the bed, then practically threw the condom onto my cock.

“Are you wet, Bin?” I asked her.

She licked her lips, then ground her pussy down onto my thigh before saying, “Feels like it.”

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