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“Are you alright,miette?”

“Don’t stop!” she cried.

“Fuck, yes,” I muttered in relief. I wasn’t sure how she wasn’t hurting, but I wasn’t going to question it.

I grabbed the back of the chaise with one hand and wrapped my fingers around the other. Then I gripped them for leverage as I began to slam in and out of her.

“Putain!Si serré!” Her pussy walls clamped down hard, squeezing me so tight I could barely withdraw. “That’s it, baby. Fuck! Take it deep. Oh, fuck!”

Kerrigan threw her head back and closed her eyes as she cried out. “Yes! Aston! Faster! Oh yes! Yes!”

Some part of me knew that I should be taking it easy her first time, but fuck if I could help it. I was too far gone. Mindless to anything but her pleasure and my own. The barrier of the sofa was in my way, though, so I put her legs around my waist, then rolled us off it, being sure to cushion her on my arms when we hit the floor.

Then I flipped us over so she straddled me. She opened her eyes, and her movements faltered as she looked at me with uncertainty.

“Do what feels good,petite miette,” I instructed. “I’ll help you.”

She nodded, then circled her hips and sucked in a breath as pleasure rippled over her features.

“That’s it, Kerrigan,” I encouraged. “Now move up and down.”

She raised a few inches, then slid back down, moaning at the intense sensation.

“Good girl. Now faster. Bounce that tight pussy on my cock. Fuck, yes!” I shouted when she rose again, then let herself fall hard.

I filled my hands with her big tits, molding and kneading, pinching and twisting her nipples, heightening her sensations.

But eventually, I dropped my hands to her fleshy hips and began slamming her back down on me as I drove up into her pussy.

“Aston! Yes! I’m so close! Yes!”

“Give it to me, Kerrigan. Fuck my cock! Yes!”

Kerrigan screamed my name as she exploded, violent shudders of bliss wracking her body.

My spine tingled, and I felt my climax rushing at me like a wall of water about to crash over me. “Oh putain, bébé! Je jouis! Oh, putain!”

When the ecstasy finally began to ebb, Kerrigan flopped down on my chest, making me chuckle. I wrapped her in my arms, and a cocky smirk curved my lips.

She was mine. All fucking mine.

11

KERRIGAN

Iwoke to the feel of a warm breath against the back of my neck. Aston’s arm was heavy around my waist, his body molded against mine from behind. I could feel every inch of him, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. And the unmistakable press of his morning erection nestled right against my ass without anything between us.

My body flushed with heat, memories from the night before playing like a slow-motion movie behind my closed eyes. His mouth on my breasts, his hands in my hair…and his dick deep inside my pussy. How he’d coaxed multiple orgasms from my body before finally taking me. The way he’d looked at me as though I was a masterpiece he’d spent his whole life searching for.

The room was quiet except for the hum of the ceiling fan and the sound of our shared breath. I just lay there, letting myself be held while I breathed him in. Aston’s scent lingered on my skin—soap, sex, and something spicy that I couldn’t quite name.

As though he sensed I was awake, Aston shifted behind me, his hand splaying over my stomach, pulling my back tighter against his muscular chest.

“Mmm. You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice thick and gravelly with sleep.

“Barely,” I whispered, a smile tugging at my lips.

His nose skimmed the back of my shoulder, and then he pressed a lazy kiss there, his beard scraping against my skin. “Bien. I’ve been hard for you since the second I opened my eyes.”

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