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Fuck, this is hot.

I take it slow—just like I had that first time—and watch her face as I fill her.

“Fuuuuck,” we both moan at the same time.

That part isn’t in the script—she’d winced when I popped her cherry—and then I’d gotten off about three seconds later.

I’m definitely not doingthattonight.

“You feel so, so good,” she says, wrapping her legs around me.

“We done with our little trip down memory lane?” I ask. “Can I fuck you the way I never dreamed I’d want to ten years ago?”

“Yes, please.”

I pull out to the tip and then slam back into her, nice and rough, but with enough finesse to make sure she likes it. And she does.

“Were you always this big?” she asks, with a playful gleam in her eyes. “I seem to remember it being smaller…”

I snort. “You seem to want a spanking!”

“That sounds like fun—but later. I need you to fuck me harder, make sure you prove just how big your dick is.”

“I can do that.” I glide in and out easily, kissing her so that the tangle of our tongues matches the rhythm of my cock.

This really is paradise.

If I could do this every single day for the rest of my life, I don’t think I could ask for anything else.

“More, Blake,” she breathes against my mouth.

I slide out and get on my knees. Then I put my hands behind her knees and push them back as far as they’ll go before thrusting back in.

And I jackhammer into her with everything I’ve got.

The only sound in the room is of our bodies slapping together until she starts screaming my name.

“Blake!Blake—oh my god!” Her orgasm crashes out of her, a rush of liquid soaking both of us just before I come too.

“Fuck, baby!” I growl, pumping into her a few more times, aftershocks rocking us both. Her short nails are digging into my forearms, and neither of us seems able to say much of anything.

Finally, I release her legs and collapse on top of her.

“Wow.” I drop my forehead to hers. “That was fucking awesome—what did you think of your second first time?”

She giggles. “I think I’m still not sure how big your dick is—you might have to show me one more time.”

“Onemore time?” I lift my head and arch a brow. “Honey, me and my little dick are going to make sure you’relimpingfor at least a week.”

SEVENTEEN

Rowan

Blake didn’t leaveuntil nearly five in the morning and we were both late getting to the airport. Luckily, we arrived separately so it didn’t look weird, but I woke up with the worst case of morning-after regret I’ve ever had.

Not because I was ashamed.

Not because it hadn’t been good.

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