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“I want this.” It’s not a lie. It’s just not all the way true. I want this and so much more.

Dalton looks down at me again. I take my hand and extend it, brushing it against his hard length. When my fingers touch his sensitive skin, I see Dalton’s eyes roll back in his head.

“Now, Dalton,” I murmur.

It takes him a minute. His chest heaves with effort, until I slowly see him lean forward again. His lips twist into a wicked smile before he leans further, and as he fits himself to my entrance, I feel his mouth at my ear.

“You ready to come again for me, good girl?”

CHAPTER 8

Dalton

Holy hell. Piper is…

Incredible. Amazing. Heavenly. The taste of her is going to haunt me for fucking ever. I’m going to die an old man with the memory of her sweet taste on my lips, and her legs locked around my neck.

I’ve had sex. A lot. Can’t say that I’ve been all that interested in it, because it’s a lot of work, and at the end of the day, I’ve walked away from each time disappointed. Because each time, it wasn’t Piper.

But now, it is Piper. She’s right in front of me. Her brown hair is splayed out over her pillow, her luminous green eyes searching mine. And her body is right in front of me.

Piper’s petite. She’s got a small frame, with delicate shoulders and a body that feels so finely made under my hands, I feel like I’m some kind of monster.

I am worried that we won’t fit. I don’t want to hurt her, and I know that I’m… not easy, for women to handle. So when I press myself against her, I have a moment of doubt.

“It’s okay, Dalton. I need you.”

Fuck. She’s going to destroy any shred of self-control that I have.

I slowly press myself forward, sliding into her tightness. I groan, my eyes rolling back in my head, as she stretches to take me. Piper moans, and I freeze.

“Piper?”

“Yeah?”

“You good?”

She arches, the movement making her slip lower on my shaft. “I’m so good, Dalton. I need more.”

I’m not a strong enough man to deny her. Slowly, I press forward, until I’m finally seated to the hilt. Piper and I both pant. Her chest rises and falls, her perfect breasts freed of the lacy contraption that’s banded across her waist. I want to lick her sweet nipples again.

I bend forward to take one, then the other, in my mouth. She makes a little gasp of pleasure, and I feel her tighten around me at the same time.

Fuck me. Of course she likes that.

“Piper,” I moan. I don’t have anything else to say. I want to say everything, but I’ve seen how she reacts to any type of pretty words.

No kissing.

Piper still wants to keep us at arm’s length. And I’m fine with that. I have to be fine with that.

Slowly, I move, my hips rocking gently into her. Piper wraps her arms around my neck, and she moans and throws her head back.

I can feel her everywhere. The sensation is too powerful. I’m going to come, but not before Piper does again.

I brace myself, one of my hands next to her head, and my other hand slides down her torso to thumb her clit. Piper gasps, and I feel her shake around me.

“Good,” I whisper, praising her for her responsiveness. “Come for me again, darlin’.”

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