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“Well, honey, I kind of wanna see what happens next,” I reply.

“Me too,” he whispers, kissing me once again as one of his hands slips between the juncture of my twisting thighs. When his thumb strokes across my distended clit, I hiss and jump.

“Holy shit,” I murmur. My vibrators have gotten me off over the years, but there’s a lot to be said for a real live touch, that’s for damn sure.

One digit enters me while his thumb continues to caress my clit, driving my desire higher. “You’re so tight, Belle, can’t wait to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock,” he states, increasing his ministrations.

I don’t answer him because I can’t; I can feel an orgasm climbing through me and when he presses against my clit, I detonate, screaming out his name as I cling to him while the aftershocks course through me. I can feel his hard dick pressed against my leg, and suddenly, I want him inside me with every fiber of my being. Reaching down, I start shoving at his lounge pants, causing him to chuckle.

“We’ve got all night, babe,” he says, while taking over until he’s just as naked as I am.

“I know, honey, but I need you,” I plead, trying to pull him so he’s on top of me.

“Belle, I want to make this good for you, sweetheart,” he says.

“If you make it any better, I might expire on the spot,” I admit, making him laugh out loud. “I’m serious, Jingles. I’ve been dreaming of this for weeks now.”

“Me too, babe, me too,” he replies as he notches the head of his dick against my entrance. “Wait, fuck, hold on, let me get a condom.”

I take his hand and place it on the slight bump on the inner part of my arm. “I have the implant, Jingles, and I’ve never been with anyone else.”

He stares at me then says, “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time, but back when we decided to start something, I got tested and I’m clean.”

“Then I don’t want anything between us,” I reply.

As he slowly enters me in a rocking motion, all I can hear is his harsh breathing. When he’s fully seated, I reach up and pull his face toward mine so I can kiss him. “You feel fucking phenomenal,” he whispers against my lips.

“Make us feel better,” I challenge, wrapping my legs around his waist.

He pulls back slightly then thrusts forward once again, and soon, I’m chanting his name nonstop while he builds us up together. I’m not sure that we’ll orgasm at the same time; I’ve read where that kind of thing happens, but I don’t expect it this first time, but regardless of whether we do or not, it’s going to be stupendous. When he leans in and takes a nipple between his lips, I can’t help my gasp or the fact my pussy clenches tightly.

“Shit, Belle, you need to get there quickly because I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hold off,” he pants out. Then, before I can respond, he slips one hand between us andbegins stroking my clit. I can feel my pussy fluttering with every one of his strokes and know that this was worth waiting for.

Hewas worth waiting for.

“Belle!” he shouts just as my pussy clamps down and I throw my head back, screaming out his name once again.

As the aftershocks ebb, I find myself with tears streaming down my face and worry he’ll think he hurt me. Instead, when he sees what’s happened, he swipes them away before gently kissing me. He then rolls so I’m sprawled on top of him and grabs the blankets to cover us up. After kissing me, he says, “That was so worth waiting for, sweetheart. Never felt anything better in my entire life.”

Somehow, I don’t think he’s talking about other women right now, and deep inside, I preen knowing I gave this to him.

Throughout the night, we frantically reach for each other until finally, I have to admit I need some sleep. “Rest, babe,” he says, kissing my sweaty temple. “I’ll keep you safe.”

For the first time since I was taken, I fall into a deep, restful sleep.

CHAPTER

TWENTY

Jingles

“Brother, yousureyou wanna take her with you?” Sleeper asks. “She’s going to eat you out of house and home.”

I chuckle because I’m well aware that my ol’ lady can put her share of food away. The past few days, leading up to Thanksgiving, we did little more than spend it together, either making love, talking, eating, or sleeping.

“Shut up, Sleeper,” Belle yells. “You of all people know why I eat the way I do, dammit!”

Sensing a sore subject, I put my arm around her and pull her close. “Babe, I don’t care if you eat ten times a day. If you’re hungry, you eat, plain and simple, okay?”

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