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I officially became lostto my angel when she told me she wanted heaven and me. Then answered with pure honesty her belief that I’d protect her.

Yes.

Always.

From everything.

I had given her one more chance to walk away, and her answer cemented the reality that she’s mine.

I had brought her to my home, tomybed, something I had never done before. She was asleep on me now, something I had never allowed before with another. I had never slept with a woman, but I’m going to now. My mind isn’t even battling it or trying toremind me that to do that, I need to put deep trust in the person because I seem to trust Sophie innately.

I’m still deep inside her. I had never fucked another woman bare before. Another first.

The thought of shooting my cum deep inside her makes my dick stir, even after having been just satisfied. She hadn’t said if she was on a contraceptive, and we both had acted like we were young teens, lust-blinded with no control. But I don’t fucking care. She said she had plans for school, so she most likely wouldn’t have let me slide into her bareback and cum deep within her if she wasn’t on a contraceptive.

However, the faint possibility that Sophie isn’t on anything and that she could be carrying my child soon makes my cock harden even further.

Shit, do I have a breeding kink I’m unaware of?

I smirk, tightening my arms around her, and she snuggles in closer, inhaling deeply, then relaxing even further. Like in the pub, her body instinctively relaxes under my touch. Her sleeping brain coaxes her to let go, knowing she’s safe with me.

Sophie Demeanus doesn’t know it yet, but there’s no way I’m letting her walk away with just one night.

That thought fills me with such a deep satisfaction that it pushes me toward sleep, even though my cock is hard and demanding that I wake up my girl for another round. I’ll make her come apart for me again soon, but for now, the deep, slow cadence ofher breathing pulls me under as the tendrils of her wrap around me, binding us.

Holy hell, my cock feels amazing.

That’s my first conscious thought as pleasure slowly pulls me from sleep.

As I regain more consciousness, I realize silky hair is tickling my hip, and there’s wet heat around my cock. Lifting my head, my eyes widen in surprise as I wake fully and watch Sophie’s dark head move as she sucks me deep into her mouth.

My sweet little angel shows that she really is a siren—sexy, sultry, and naughty—hidden from the world. That she easily sheds that angelic innocence and has no reservations with me makes my balls tighten as even more pleasure ripples through me.

“Angel,” I groan as she sucks the head like it’s her favorite lollipop and she can’t get enough of.

She hums, making my hips jerk and drive deeper into her wet, hot mouth until I feel the back of her throat. There’s no resistance or gag to push against me, and I push in deeper, groaning again.

She pulls off me. “I don’t have a gag reflex. Fuck my mouth and throat. I’ve never had that done before.”

“Jesus Christ,” I grit.

“Use my hair to control my head to do it,” she orders.

My dominant nature doesn’t rebel, though, at the command, and instead, I fist her hair and pull her mouth back down on me.

Pressing my heels into the mattress, I lift my hips and start to fuck her mouth, my cock sliding down the back of her throat. I have to concentrate on remembering to pull shallower every few strokes, allowing her to breathe. She’s moaning and humming around me, sounding as lost to this as I am. I lose track of time. The only thing that exists is her and me. She’s all I feel as I continue to fuck her mouth.

I pull her off before I spurt ropes of cum down her throat, and she makes a mewling sound of disappointment. I drag her up my body, cupping her face as I stare at her.

“You really like that?” I ask, with a bit of shock and wonder. She had given me complete control of her head and mouth, letting me take and use her as I wanted.

She looks genuinely put out that I hadn’t cum down her throat and licks her lips that are swollen with how I had used them. “I wanted to taste you.”

Fuck me.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Me?” she asks innocently.

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