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“Don’t tease me, Zack,” I chastise, arching upward at him.

He arches a brow. “Now I’m going to tease you even longer.”

“No. Please.” I shake my head. “I need you.” I bite my lip. “I need you to touch me. Please.”

“Since you asked so sweetly.” He trails one finger up through my pussy lips, collecting my arousal. “Like that?” He brings his finger to his mouth and sucks the wetness off. “So sweet.”

He lines his cock up with my entrance.

“I can be gentle if you want.” His jaw is tight. I think it might hurt him if he has to hold back, and I know it will hurt me.

“No.” I shake my head. “I’m not going to break.”

He grins. “That’s my girl.” And in the next second he plows into me until he’s fully seated.

His bigger than I thought. Thicker and longer.

I suck in a breath and freeze as my body accommodates his size.

He bites my earlobe.

“Give it a second, but only a second.” He licks just below my ear. “Fuck, you feel so good, little bird. So fucking good.” He slowly draws back, just until I think he’s about to leave me, and then he thrusts forward again.

It’s easier this time.

The third time is even better. And by the fourth thrust, I have my legs wrapped around his flanks.

“So tight,” he growls as he continues to thrust into me.

“I’m sorry.”

“Never be sorry.” He bites my cheek, just a little, before he kisses me. “Never be sorry. Just be you.” He kisses me as he thrusts harder and harder.

He lets go of my wrists and moves his hands to my hips, driving forward while yanking me back toward him. I press my feet to the mattress so I can buck up at him. Every time he draws back, it’s agony until he thrusts forward again.

“Oh. Zack. Please.” I dig my fingertips into his shoulders. His muscles work below my touch, so hard, and so thick.

“Please, what? Tell me what you need.” He’s breathless as he kisses my neck, my cheek. “I’ll give you anything.”

“Oh!” I tighten. My stomach trembles, along with my thighs.

“Yes, sweet girl. Unravel for me. Give yourself over to me.” He bites down hard on my breast as he thrusts harder into me.

Again, there’s screaming. Only this time, I know it’s coming from me. My throat feels like it’s going to split with the force of it. But it’s nothing compared to the intensity of my orgasm ripping through my body. I can barely breathe. My mind blanks.

All I’m left with are waves of pleasure crashing into me, carrying me away, before leaving me limp on the shore.

“Fuck, baby, that was beautiful.” He kisses my cheeks. “Pull your legs back a little.”

I spread my legs more, taking him more fully. I’m tender but it’s perfect.

“Oh fuck, yes, like that.” He wraps his arms under me, cupping my shoulders.

He thrusts. And thrusts. And thrusts, until he finally stills, and a beastly roar escapes as he finds his own release.

I watch his face. His control slips, and pleasure twists his lips into a grin as he slowly finds his way back to me.

He touches the side of my face.

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