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“Can I fuck you?” he asks, pleading. Desperate. “Please?”

The power of speech has apparently left me because all I can manage is a gasp and a nod.

Chapter 22

Darcy

Iam mind-blown. Done. Fucking just… Fuck. I’ve been agonizing over this for weeks, convincing myself that West would never want to be with me this way. That even if he did, he wouldn’t like it. That he would find out my preferences and leave. In hindsight, that was stupid. I’m fully aware that penetration isnota requirement of a healthy sex life and I’ve been with guys who just flat out didn’t like it and therefore we didn’t do it.

But with West? It’s different. Iwantto. I wanthim.And worrying that he wouldn’t be okay with it made me feel almost sick. He’s truly been down for everything we’ve done. I havegotto stop treating him like he doesn’t know what he wants. From the second we shared our first kiss, he hasn’t shied away from anything we’ve done. Heck, even before that, he didn’t.

“Darcy,” West says, squirming on my fingers. The fingers I still have deep inside him. I look down, my brain coming back to the moment—and him. “Please. I want this. I promise.”

My cock aches at the sight of his hole stretched around my fingers, at the subtle rocking of his hips, at the way his dick is flushed red and drooling pre-cum. Did I expect him to come basically the second I found his prostate? No. Was it quite possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life? Fuck yes.

I drag my fingers out a little, smirking when West chokes on a breath and whines low in his throat. When I push back in, I focus on the heat of his body. How tight he is around me. How each pass of my fingers draws more gasping, groaning sounds out of him.

“Jesus, Darcy. Fuck me already.”

I’ve already told him once that I want to savor this, and I intend to. I duck my head, licking a path up his cock as I work my fingers in and out of his body. He thinks he wants more. And I believe he does, but he also doesn’t understand that there’s a difference between fingers stretching him and a cock. I want him ready. Desperate. So on edge he comes the second I fuck into him. Just like he did on my fingers.

West’s hips jerk. If we’re doing this—and God, I hope we are—he’s going to need more. I pull free of his body to add more lube. He whines in protest at the loss, but when I push back in with three, he sucks in a quick breath, moaning loudly.

Jesus Christ. He’s so responsive. So perfect.

I work my fingers deep, doing my best to make sure this will be a good experience for him.

He gasps when I graze his prostate, his hole clenching around my fingers and his cock jerking. I lap at the head, collecting the pre-cum leaking down his shaft on my tongue.

He’s mumbling under his breath, barely coherent words and when I realize he’s chanting please over and over, my cock throbs. I want to drag this out, but there’s no way I’ll be able to. Not like this. I sit up, quickly making sure he’s stretched enough to take me.

“Condom?” I ask, looking around as my stomach sinks when I realize I didn’t even think about that.

“Don’t need one,” he gasps, rocking his hips against my hand. I crook my fingers, loving the way his entire body arches and the raspy moan that falls from his lips.

“We haven’t had the safe sex talk, West,” I somehow manage to say.

He whines. Fuckingwhines.“We’re having it now. I’m safe. Promise. You too, right?”

I mean, I am. But he’s just trusting that without evenknowingthat I wouldn’t lie about it. “Yes. But don’t ever take someone’s word for it. In the future, I mean.”

I’m pretty sure he tries for a laugh, but it doesn’t come out quite right and it ends on a low moan. “Fuck. There is no future that’s not you.” He grabs at the blanket below him with one hand, his fingers on the other flexing where he’s still holding his thigh back. “God—it’s just… you. Just you, Darcy,” he pants, tilting his head into the pillow. My heart slams against my rib cage. “Please. I don’t—I don’t even want to picture a future without you. Fuck… Just—just, Darcy,please.”

I blink down at him in shock for all of three seconds, then I’m pulling my fingers from his body and surging up to slam my lips to his. It’s brutal and raw and desperate, and I need him so much I can’t even breathe. West drops his leg, choosing instead to drag his fingertips up my back and tangle his fingers in my hair. I grind my cock against his, living for the moan he feeds me when I do. Our kiss is all teeth and no finesse, and when I break away, his pupils are so blown I can’teven see his iris.

“You get that, right?” he mumbles, closing his eyes and letting his head fall against the pillow again. “It’s you, Darcy. It’s just you.”

It feels like I just ran a marathon. My heart rate is through the roof, my lungs burning like there’s no oxygen. Probably because he just stole it all from the room. Fuck. I never stood a chance with him, did I? Reaching down, I lift his leg and line myself up. When the blunt head of my cock is notched against his hole, he groans, pressing his head harder into the pillow, his back arching like he’s trying to force me inside him.

I brace myself above him with one hand and pin his leg to my side with the other, pushing in just enough for the head of my cock to slip inside him. We let out simultaneous moans, but I stop to give him time to adjust. He needs it. He’s so fucking tight. So hot inside. So perfect. “So fucking mine,” I rasp out. “Mine.”

I look down at him to find his mouth open, little breaths puffing out of him. He doesn’t look like he’s in pain, but I need to know for sure. “Are you okay?”

“Yes yes yes.” He opens his eyes as his breath hitches—his chest heaving against mine. “More.”

Pushing in slowly, I give him another inch of my cock, watching as his eyes flutter closed, a pink flush spreading up his cheeks. My God, I’ll never survive this. I push in a little deeper, and he pulses around me, almost strangling my cock with how fucking tight he is.

His fingers dig into my scalp, the bite of his nails just this side of painful, and I lose the battle with my restraint. I thrust forward, gasping at the all-consuming pleasure when I bottom out inside of him.

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