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“The only thing that’s hurting me,” I tell him, reaching for his hips to urge him closer, “is waiting.”

As he leans over me, closer to me, lining up the tip of his cock with the opening of my pussy, his eyes lock with mine.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“You want this?”

“I want you. Kiss me, Quinn,” I whisper, reaching for his face as I lift my hips off the couch to welcome him inside. Hislips crash down on mine, his tongue tangling with mine as his cock slides forward. Inch by inch, he invades my body with my permission, but I can’t lie. It hurts. It’s been a while since I had sex, and despite how wet I am, he’s really fucking thick.

I gasp a jerky breath, my knees lifting to cradle his hips as he breaks off our kiss, staring down at me in horror.

“Parker! I’m hurting you!”

“It’s okay,” I say, half-laughing and half-sobbing. I don’t want him to pull out, so I lock my ankles on his lower back. “It’s okay. I promise. Just…just give me a minute. Let me get used to you.”

His hands are planted on either side of my head, and he locks his elbows, keeping his body totally still. Honestly, I don’t know how he does it because it has to be excruciating for him, buried deep inside of me, but having to stay one hundred percent frozen while my body stretches to accommodate him. His cock is searing, which makes the wetness of my previous orgasm hotter and wetter. I can feel the throb of him, like a second heartbeat inside my pussy, which is so fucking new to me, and so fucking intimate, I can barely process the dual physical and emotional sensation. At some point, while I’m feeling so much in my heart and my head, I realize my body doesn’t hurt anymore.

“Ah,” I murmur, my voice low and breathy. “Okay. Yeah. Yeah, this is good. You can move.”

With his arms still locked, he pulls his hips back a millimeter, then slides forward again. Gingerly. Carefully. So carefully, I barely clock the movement. I need more. I want more.

“Quinn,” I say gently. “I’m not made of glass.”

“You’re never gonna want to do this again,” he manages to growl through gritted teeth. “I don’t want—”

“Look at me. Quinn. Look at me. Now.”

I reach for his face, pushing my ankles down on his ass firmly so he understands that I’m serious. When he looks up at me, his eyes are narrowed, and there’s a sheen of sweat on his brow. I have to admit that the level of control he’s showing, while I don’t need it, is a total turn-on. I didn’t know he had it in him, and I’m a little bit in awe.

“I want this,” I tell him. “Do you hear me? Iwantthis. I wantyou. And I promise you, if this goes the way I think it will, I willdefinitelywant to do it again.”

His eyes search mine, and I can still see the hesitation in them.

Right. Okay.

“Fuck me, Quinn,” I order him, jamming my ankles into his ass. “Fuck me good and hard. Right. Fucking. Now.”

“Oh, god,yessss,” he groans, pulling back his hips all the way, then thrusting deep inside of me.

I throw back my head and moan, but it’s not because I’m in pain. It’s because I’ve never felt anything this amazing in my entire fucking life. His balls slap against me as he drives forward again and again, his cock massaging the walls of my pussy with every thrust. That delicious swirling begins in my stomach, my breath choppy and shallow as he grunts over me, his own orgasm imminent.

And that’s when it occurs to me.

We’re having completely consensual sex—raw, bareback sex—but Ihaven’tbeen taking my birth control pill regularly. Since I haven’t had a sexual partner since the summertime, I only remember to take it a couple times a week at best.

My eyes fly open, and I flatten my palms against Quinn’s chest, pushing him away.

“Stop!”

He blinks at me, his hips freezing with his cock deeply embedded in my body.

“W-What?”

“Stop! We have to stop!”

With one quick, clean jerk of his hips, he pulls out of me completely. His cock, glistening between us, juts straight out of his body, visibly throbbing and twitching.

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