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She lowered herself a little more then met resistance.

“Pull up a bit, babygirl. You’re tight, and I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, and she followed his order. Her next descent was more comfortable, and at the next resistance, she repeated the motion. When she lowered herself onto his shaft again, his now well-lubricated cock slid in with more ease, and she didn’t stop until their groins touched.

“Lean back and look down,” he told her, and she did. Her pussy contracted at the erotic sight of his member entering her, her pussy lips stretched and her juices coating his pubic hair.

“Don’t move, and get used to my size first,” he ordered as he started playing with her breasts until she was squirming on his dick. Derek pulled her against him and, without losing their intimate connection, flipped them over.

She looked up at him as he slowly started to move his hips in the primal dance between two lovers. When Derek began to play with her clit in time with his thrusts, she bucked her hips, no longer able to keep still.

“That’s it, babygirl. Ah, you feel so good, squeezing my dick like that. I can feel your hot, wet pussy contract around me,” he crooned to her as he picked up speed and a look of concentration or maybe even pain overcame his face. “You’re close to coming, aren’t you, baby?”

Sonja nodded and wailed, “Yes, I am.”

Her head was thrashing on the pillow now, and she grabbed a fistful of comforter in her hands, needing to hold on to something. Sensations and emotions Sonja couldn’t identify assaulted her mind and body, and then she shattered into an orgasm. She was vaguely aware of Derek groaning out his release before he lowered his body over hers.

Sonja let go of the comforter and stroked Derek’s sweat-covered back as they both caught their breath. Too soon, Derek lifted his body from hers and said with a hoarse voice, “Be right back, babygirl.” He sauntered over to the trash bin to rid himself of the condom, and she watched his naked ass. That had been amazing, and Sonja decided she loved making love to Derek.

The next morning, they sat at the table in her kitchen, over the remnants of a copious breakfast. Sonja had gone all out now she had someone to share her meal with and reasoned they had burned many calories last night. Derek apparently studied her, and Sonja raised an eyebrow.What?

He grinned at her unspoken question and shocked her with his next words. “How do we move forward with our relationship?”

His question hit her hard, and she forced herself to think. She liked Derek very much, and they had sizzling hot chemistry going on. They seemed to fit in the bedroom—well, and club, since most of their play had been there—and she longed for a lifetime partner, but a Daddy Dom?

She countered with a question of her own, “What makes you think we’d make a good couple?”

His eyes widened. “Why wouldn’t we? The last weekends have been amazing, and I long to have you in my life for more than a Friday and Saturday, babygirl.”

Sonja shook her head. “I don’t know. I still think I’m not cut out to be with a Daddy Dom, Derek, and that’s what you are.”

Derek lifted her hand, but instead of kissing the back of it, he brought the inside of her wrist against his lips. Awareness tingled at the back of her neck as heat pooled between her legs and in her lower abdomen. Yes, the attraction was there.

“I know ageplay frightens you, but we can go slow and find out your preferences, Sonja.” The use of her name instead of his endearment told her their conversation was on equal footing.

“But what if I don’t like anything about it? You’re a Daddy, Derek. Nothing will change that,” she interjected.

He shrugged. “If you don’t try it, you won’t find out. I won’t force you into things you don’t like. You know that, don’t you?”

She nodded. “I do, but please give me some time to think about it.”

Earnest hazel eyes met hers, and she almost agreed then and there. What would it be like to be in a serious relationship with Derek?

CHAPTER NINE

A few days later, Sonja was at the University of Kansas Medical Center for her annual breast exam. Because she had lost both her mother and grandmother to cancer, she got the whole works—a regular mammogram, a 3-D digital mammogram, ultrasound, and three years ago, they had added a breast MRI to the battery of tests. Sonja hated doctors and hospitals, but her gran had made her promise to get regular testing, no matter what, and she would keep her promise.

For other women, it took maybe half an hour. It seemed like Sonja ended up being there half the day. She didn’t mind the examination or the time it took. However, the mammogram was uncomfortable, the way the plates mashed her breasts between them, and the MRI was so loud, she needed earplugs to dampen the worst of the noise.

She trusted her doctors that all the tests were both safe and necessary. First, there had been old Dr. Jacobs, who had taken care of her grandmother. Then, when he had retired two years previously, she felt like she’d hit the jackpot. Her new doctor was a woman, and not just any woman, but a Black woman who had graduated at the top of her class in medical school. Dr. Tanesha Davidson had been in high demand when she finishedher residency, and Sonja felt lucky she had been taken on as a patient.

Today’s tests started, as usual, with the mammograms. Then Sonja was back in the waiting room while they made sure they had obtained clear images. The area was sparsely populated today, with only two other women there. The woman at the far end of the room looked familiar, but Sonja couldn’t place her. Maybe she was a customer—she ran into them all the time. The woman waved her over before Sonja had a chance to sit down elsewhere.

“Hi, it’s Sonja, isn’t it?” the petite brunette said. Like Sonja, she had on two hospital gowns, one opening in front, the other in the back.

Sonja joined her, still unsure of who she was. “I’m sorry. You look familiar, but I don’t know when we met.”

“I’m Molly. I’m a nurse in ICU here at the hospital.” She lowered her voice. “I’ve seen you at the club several times.” She opened the gown she was wearing as a robe, and Sonja could see parts of a tattoo through the inner fabric.

“I remember now. I saw you at Connor’s and Suzie’s wedding reception. How are you?”

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