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My heart pounds and my pussy aches as I wipe my wet lips with the back of my hand and stare toward the giant on his way toward me. “Baby, you sure about this? I don’t want to rush you. We can take our time. There’s no hurry.” I can hear his words, but he’s telling a different story with the roughness of his voice.

“I’m sure.” I laugh at the thought of stopping because it’s not possible. I need him like a lighthouse in a storm, like a fortress of blankets on a rainy day, like the last bit of solid ground before I take a leap.

His sandpaper hand lands on my breast then moves over my stomach and onto the band holding my leggings in place. I know what comes next. It’s been inevitable for years.

My heart slams against my chest as he pulls my pants down off my shaking frame. For some reason my body reacts like it’s being held at gunpoint, instead of held lovingly by the man of my dreams. I know he won’t judge me, I believe that sentiment with all my heart, but all I’ve ever been is judged, so it’s hard to see anything else. Besides, he hasn’t actually seen my leg yet. What if the sight of my prosthetic is worse than he imagined? What if he’s turned off immediately? What if he leaves me in this stark, cold, hospital bed all alone?

“You’re okay, honeybee.” He leans into my leg and kisses each ankle, the real and the prosthetic. He does this, working up both sides of my body until he’s between my legs, running his tongue over my crease. “You belong to me. You’re safe.” His tone is rough and ragged as he licks me deeper, scraping his teeth against my clit before drawing it into his mouth and brushing his beard back and forth against my soaking core.

My leg hasn’t even phased him. He’s just kissed me as though I’m whole.

“Oh my God!” I thread into his hair and scrub my face against his beard as though my life force depends on the release.

His hands grip my hips, and he eats like he’s starved. Moaning, growling, licking me up and down as his fingers slide in and out of my pussy.

“You’re so damn tight, bee.”

“I need you!” I’m delirious with a yearning I’ve never felt before. Anxious with a desperation that I can’t control. If this man doesn’t tug me to the end of the bed and thrust into me right now, I’m gonna lose it.

He growls into my pussy, flicking his tongue against my clit one final time before kissing his way back up toward my breasts, suckling each hard nipple.

I’ve never felt this good in my life.

A phone rings in the hallway and a light flicks on, but I ignore it in favor of the man tugging me to the edge of the bed. Right now, nothing else matters. Twelve people could burst into this room, and I’d put on a show for them.

Right now, nothing matters but us.

Chapter Eight

Gunner

Zoe whimpers as I rest her legs against my chest and angle my hard cock at her entrance. Earlier today, when we were in the truck and she was telling me what an ass her ex was, I pictured giving her a special moment for the gift of her virginity. I pictured candles, a roaring fire, chocolate-covered strawberries, and reassurance. I pictured a moment where I could take every negative thought she ever had away, so I could fill her up with good ones.

Instead, we’re in a stale hospital room with the threat of people unlocking the door any second. We’re like animals, and there’s not enough blood in my head to think of anything other than spreading her wide, filling her up, and claiming her as my own.

My cock aches as it digs into her warm, wet folds. “My God,” I groan, “you’re so tight.”

Her dark hair is a wild mess spread out over the white sheets as I thrust into her. I’m trying to move slowly, but there’s an agony inside of me I’ve never felt before. A desire so strong that it’s overwhelming.

Ineedthis woman.

“You okay?” I manage between hungered thrusts. “Are you in pain?”

Fuck, I didn’t mean to go so hard so fast.

“Gunner… don’t stop,” she pants as her hard nipples scrub against my chest. “I’m okay.” I study her face for signs of agony, but her muscles are relaxed and her gaze is soft, so I continue.

Leaning down, I scrape my teeth against her breast and then the top of her shoulder, before sucking the inside of her neck as I heave and thrust deeper and deeper.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I manage between kisses.

“I’m yours,” she pants as she pulls sharp breaths. “I smell myself on you.”

“Do you like it? You like knowing your sticky-wet come is all over my beard?”

“Yeah,” she moans as she wraps her small hands around my back, scratching her nails down onto my ass as I thrust into her over and over again, watching her tits shake, her mouth open, her eyes close. “I’m so close.”

I’ve never been more in love in my life. Her soft body, her pretty face, her sounds, her strength, the way she shivers as my cock slides in and out of her tight little channel. How the hell did I ever live without her?

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