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“I’m on the pill,” she says quickly. “And I’m clean.”

I nod. “I’m clean too, I’ve never gone without a condom, but I don’t want to wear one with you, ever.” My cock throbs against her. “I want to feel every inch of you, Vi.”

“Me too.” She tilts her head to kiss me. It’s a gentle kiss that makes it feel like time has stopped, because as she kisses me she’s pulling herself closer, just enough that I sink into her the first inch or so. Her kiss tells me she trusts me, she wants me. That after everything, she’schoosingme, and that feels over-fucking-whelming. It’s giving me the kind of feelings I have no clue what to do with, because I’ve never felt them before.

Violette breathes out in tiny pants as I push myself into her a little more. It’s definitely going to be a tight fit.

“Breathe with me, love,” I tell her.

“Breathing isn’t going to help me here.” She shivers as I push in a little further. I kiss her plush pink lips and smirk down at her.

“You’ll get used to me. This pussy will be begging for me to fill it every fucking day. Now, breathe.”

Violette does what I tell her, sucking in a breath as I grip her pert ass in my hands and pull her down onto my cock a little more. Goddamn, even this threatens to ruin me.

She grips my shoulders as I continue my sink, one inch at a time. I pause when I get halfway and stroke her cheek with my thumb.

“I’m so fucking proud of you, Vi, you’re doing so good.”

“More,” she says with a bit of sass, and I do what she commands, this time not quite as gently. Violette whimpers with pleasure, and I know there’s a side of her I’m going to love uncovering.

“Fuck, the way your soaking cunt stretches around my cock is so goddamn perfect,” I groan, losing myself to this pussy that was made just for me.

“Rowan,” she whimpers. “Please…those words, I want more.”

I lose all control with her dirty admission and bury myself in her almost to the hilt, staying here for a second, stilling my hips until there’s no telling where I end and she begins. Violette wrapped around my cock with nothing between us feels fucking otherworldly.

“Own it, Vi. Take that last inch, show me how desperate you are for it,” I tell her.

She moans and her head falls back against my hands. I grip her hair in my fist as she tightens her legs around my waist and pulls herself down on my cock, filling herself with the last inch until I’m fully rooted in her. We both huff out a breath.

“You’re fuckingkillingme,” I groan.

“Same,” she whimpers as I pull out of her slightly and then bottom out inside her again.

“OhGod.” She shivers as she meets my depth.

I press my finger to her plush lips, her eyes open, meeting mine. I shake my head. “Rowan,” I correct. “I told you. I don’t share. My name only,always.”

Violette looks right at me and fucking smirks. “Rowan,” she says in a sexy, deliberate moan, as she moves her hips, taking control. “Like that?” she asks with a tone that encourages me to properly fuck her until she can’t walk.

“Fuck yes,” I tell her. “Little brat,” I add with a smirk, pulling out and slamming back into her. Her eyes flutter closed.

“Fuck…Rowan,” she moans again, louder this time, almost loud that enough anyone on the street outside could hear her.

“You feel…I’m so full.”

“Goddamn,” I groan as I set my pace, fucking into her with the deep, claiming strokes I need after years of waiting for her.

With every single thrust I threaten to unload in her. She feels too good. There will be time to be tender, time to take things slowand times when I’ll fuck her from sundown to sun up, but this isn’t that time.

This is a savage need we both can’t control. This is something I’d be willing to bet neither of us has ever felt. Glasses hanging under the bar top start to rattle as I fuck into Violette without restraint. Her pussy clenches my cock as her legs squeeze my waist and heat licks up the base of my spine. I take hold of her thigh and I don’t stop.I never want to stop.

“Your pussy has been waiting so patiently forme,” I tell her as I bury myself in her then pull out almost to the tip, trying to savor every single second. I slam back into her again and again, I don’t know for how long and she cries out. Every time, I almost come on the spot.

“I was the first man to make you come?” I ask her, already knowing the answer.

“Yes...you were,” she whispers breathlessly, lost in the perfect rhythm of us moving together.

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