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“Good girl,” I mumble against her throat.

She holds me to her, running her fingers through my hair. “I love hearing that from you.”

“Then I’ll say it a thousand times. You’re a good girl. And you’re beautiful, Tess,” I say. “Beautiful. Warm, perfectly fitted, beautiful.”

We kiss long and slow in each other’s arms. I keep running my hand along her back, shoulder to hip, feeling the curves.

“I didn’t even think about using a condom,” she says. “I’m very…wet.”

“No condoms,” I say. “Not with me. I want you filled up with my baby.”

“You might have already done that,” Tess says.

The raging, possessive monster in my heart stirs at that idea. I might have already pumped the seeds into her that will turn into a baby. Our baby. The mental image of her belly growing with the child I’ve put inside of her makes my still-hard cock twitch.

I rise up on my knees, and my cock slides out. She gasps deliciously.

“Well that virginity is extremely gone.” She grins, but I’m too distracted to smile back.

I’m staring at where my cream, tinted pink by blood, is oozing out of her. I push it back in with my thumb, keeping it all up inside.

“Did you…?” I ask, not sure what word to use.

“Come?” she asks with another of those little giggles that drive me wild. “I mean, yes but—I could come…more? Bigger, maybe. Getting you inside me was…distracting. It felt good, but—”

I cut her off. “How, then? I want you to have the more, the bigger coming.”

I want to pleasure her the way she pleasures me.

Tess tips her head to her shoulder, hair tumbling over her sweat-shiny brow. “Let me show you.”

Chapter 7

Tess

Let me show you.

Who is this girl? I’ve gotten so bold with Rutger that I barely recognize myself. I’m talking myself up like a porn star, all husky-voiced and messy-haired. All it took was a few hard orgasms all over his bearded face for me to start channeling my sexy inner Dr. Ruth.

Don Patron would be so disappointed if he knew what I was doing right now.

If he knew I had just smeared my virgin blood over the fattest dick.

I’ve got Rutger’s eyes on me as I spread my knees, giving him a clear view of everything that lies in between. My fingers wander down to my slit. It’s sore, because, yeah, how could it not be? But in the most glorious way possible.

“You’ve been good with your mouth,” I say, rolling two fingers over my clit. “The things you do—oh—it’s different from what I do with my hands. If I want to come, I always have to rub…here.” I show him the exact spot, just a little to the side, my eyelids fluttering with the familiar touch.

“Here?” he asks, sliding his hand in next to mine.

His hand is stronger and bigger. It feels even better. My knees draw up near my chest. “Yesss, right there. But it’s—it’s not just on the outside. You can get to it inside too.”

“Inside?” Rutger asks, surprised.

“The clit’s an iceberg, basically,” I say, and he just looks more confused. I burst out laughing. He makes me stop with a flick of his thumb. “Oh, God...” I gasp.

“What do you mean, iceberg? It’s not cold.”

“Only a little bit is on the surface,” I clarify. “Most of it is underwater…or inside, in this case. Should I draw a diagram for you?”

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