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He reads me like a book and sucks hard, sending a jolt straight to my pussy. A gasp escapes me.

He moves to the other nipple. Another hard tug of his mouth sends a second jolt through me. I grab one of his hands and bring it to the fastening of my jeans. He gets the message and breaks off to yank them down my legs, tossing them on the floor.

Then he stands and strips, tearing his shirt over his head, tossing it aside, and then those big hands work the buckle of his belt.

I shudder in a breath at the erotic sight. His eyes never leave mine. But mine take it all in—his chest, his abs, the muscles in his arms flexing as he works the belt free.

Finally, his cock springs forth into his palm, and he gives it a stroke from root to tip, twisting the head.

I wet my lips and a rush of desire wets my pussy. God, I want him so badly.

He crawls over me, pushing me to the mattress, one hand planted in the bed, one warm palm settling low on my soft belly. The heat of his touch sinks into my skin, and that’s all it takes to make me his. Completely.

His gaze bores into me. He hesitates, drawing the moment out, and my chest rises and falls in anticipation. My tongue slips out to wet my lips, and his eyes drop to them. He lowers his head until his mouth brushes mine. My palms move up his chest, gliding over his skin, and he trembles and whispers against my lips.

“I prayed to God he’d bring you back to me, and He did. I promised Him I’d be the man you deserved.”

“You are. You’re everything I need.”

“I want to take my time. I don’t want to rush this.”

His hand travels slowly up my thigh, and his eyes follow it, drifting nearer to my waiting pussy.

“You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, sweetheart.”

My hips lift, urgently wanting his touch. “Please, baby.”

He puts a hand to each knee, spreading me open. “I want to taste you. Lie back.”

I do as he asks, my belly quivering.

His mouth covers me, softly at first, teasing, gentle licks designed to arouse and torment until I’m undulating beneath him. My hips lift, following his mouth, desperate for more. When I can’t take it anymore, he doesn’t deny me. He slips two fingers inside while his thumb begins its own stroking rhythm. Over and over and over and over. He won’t let up until I’m thrashing on the bed, my hips meeting each stroke, each glorious sensation.

“Kyle…” I pant.

“My baby’s so damn wet for me. Goddamn, I want you. I want to sink my dick inside your sweet pussy.” His voice is like a drug, sucking me under.

His words bring me even closer to orgasm. “Please,” I beg, in a whisper. “Please.”

His mouth comes down on me, and my head arches back. I suck in a shuddering breath and hold it. I soar higher until I’m teetering on the edge, and the fingers of his other hand pinch hard on my nipple. I tumble over the edge in an explosive orgasm that has me groaning out loud.

My arousal coats his hand as I gasp for breath and float down to earth. Kyle withdraws his fingers and licks them clean, then soothes my pussy lips with soft nuzzles.

He doesn’t let up until I’m aroused all over again. “That’s my girl,” he urges me on.

I clutch at him, trying to pull him up to me. “Kyle, please. I need you inside me.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He slides over my body and surges inside me with one forceful thrust, sinking all the way.

I gasp at his entry.

“You’re mine, now,” he whispers.

“Yes,” I respond.

“Forever,” he adds.

“Forever.” I brush my thumb over his lower lip. He begins to move inside me, gliding in and out, each stroke becoming more urgent. He stares at me, our eyes locked as his chest grows slick and his hair dampens. His breathing labors, and his pulse pounds in a vein in his throat.

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