Page 25 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Hitman

“Fucking perfect,” I growl, as soon as Annie flops back against the mattress, her thighs sliding off my shoulders. My heart drums hard enough to hurt as I crawl back up the length of her sweat-damp, blushing body. “You’re so fucking perfect, Annie, I almost can’t stand it.”

She whimpers, looping both arms around my neck.

“You still want to do this?”

She’s pliable in my hands, letting me hitch one soft thigh around my waist and notch my cock at her entrance—but we’re not going any further unless she’s all in.

“Annie?”

She draws in a shaky breath and nods, clutching me tighter and lifting her hips. “Do it. Do it, Dean. I really, really want this.”

So do I. Christ, so do I, and the pleasure’s already coiling tight in my gut, threatening me with an early finish before I’ve even gotten fully inside my girl. Eyes squeezed shut, I pause and rub up and down her slit, getting good and slicked up. Buying myself a few seconds’ grace.

I’ve just—I’ve wanted this for so damn long. Wantedherevery minute of every day. And if I blow it now, if I disappoint Annie on her first time after shewaitedfor me—

“Hey.” A small hand cups my cheek, and my eyes flick open. Annie’s watching me, her expression so soft and full of understanding. “It’s gonna be okay. You’ve got me, alright? Not just tonight. Forever.”

A shiver runs down my spine, and my chest expands and fills with golden warmth. Like sunshine.

“Yeah?” I murmur, lining us up again and kissing the tip of Annie’s nose. “Is that so?”

She hitches her other thigh around my waist too, squeezing gently. “Definitely.”

And—

It’s so easy to sink inside her. Soright. Annie is slick and warm and pliant, her body made soft by her first orgasm, and pressing inside my girl is like sliding into a hot bath. Yeah, she’s still tight, and her breath catches as I get deeper and deeper—but I pause each time Annie stiffens, letting her get used to my girth.

“So good.” My words are mumbled, my kisses dotted all over her cheeks and throat, but they seem to do the trick. Annie laughs and relaxes beneath me, melting into my hold. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Come on. Let me in. Let me deeper.”

“Dean.”

“I’ve got you. I’m here.”

We rock together slowly at first, working our bodies together, grinding our way closer and closer. Then, once I’m fully seated, once I can feel every twitch and flutter of her inner muscles around my shaft, we pause for a moment, breathing together.

“It’s so….”

“I know.”

“You feel…”

“Yeah.”

This feels so good it almost hurts. So good that fear thrills through my nerves—the instinctive fear that if you have something great, you could lose it too. Life can be cruel.

But I push those thoughts to the back of my mind. Sure, there are no guarantees in this world—but I’m gonna spend every day for the rest of my life making Annie Lowell happy. I swear it.

She’s the one who gets us moving again, her hips lifting and rocking against mine. Exploring how I feel inside her. Then I grunt and start moving too, withdrawing an inch or two only to push back inside. Relishing that warm, tight grip over and over.

We start gently. Letting Annie explore and get used to these new sensations, used to the thick press of my cock inside her body. I kiss her too, and break away to mouth and lick at her neck.

Then we build speed. Our movements get choppier, more urgent.

Annie’s cries get louder, and her fingernails dig into my back.

“Mine,” I grit out as the bed frame starts to thud rhythmically against the wall. “You’re mine, Annie.”

She gasps, her channel fluttering around my cock. One of my hands has palmed her ass cheek, squeezing her there and tilting her hips up for my thrusts.

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