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This fucker. I’m immediately incensed, hating how my stomach tightens at his words. The fresh flood of wetness between my thighs. He knows just what to do and say to make me wetter. Hotter.

“Please, August.” I lift my hips again, spreading my legs as wide as they can go. “I need you.”

“How bad, hmm? Tell me what you want me to do to you, Sin.” He shifts so he’s lying on his stomach, coming face to pussy, and I wonder if it hurts his dick, to lie there like that.

“I want you to—lick me.” He does exactly that, making me hiss in a breath. “I want you to suck my clit.” He does that too, wrapping his lips around the distended bundle of nerves and sucking hard. “Fuck me with your fingers.”

He slides one finger inside me and begins to pump. In and out, his pace slows, curling his finger when he slides it deep and hitting something within that has me seeing stars. He adds another finger and increases his pace, fucking me with his fingers just like I asked while his mouth is still on my clit. His tongue lashes at my skin and I brace my feet onto the mattress, my seeking hips lifting as if they have a mind of their own.

Without warning the orgasm slams into me and I can’t breathe. I can’t see either. I’m lost to the sensation of wave after wave sweeping over my skin, rippling my belly and my core. My inner walls clench around his fingers, my clit throbbing and he continues his assault upon my flesh until I’m a gasping, trembling mess. I try to push him away, my skin too sensitive but he won’t stop. His lips are insistent, sucking on my clit while hecontinues to fuck me with his fingers and oh God, another orgasm rips through me. This one smaller but just as intense.

“Fuck, you’re drenched,” he mutters against my skin before he pulls away, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. The lower half of his face shines with my juices and I watch helplessly as he reaches for the nightstand and opens the drawer, pulling out a condom. “Not taking any chances, Sin. You on birth control?”

I shake my head, feeling like a fool.

“That’s what I thought. You need to get on something.” He tears open the wrapper and discards it over his shoulder, rolling the condom on with intense concentration. “I want to fuck you raw.”

Oh God. I want him to fuck me raw too.

He positions himself so he’s between my legs again, his fingers curled around the base of his cock, his other hand braced on the mattress. His cheeks are red and his skin shines with sweat and I’ve never seen him more beautiful. This big, gorgeous man is about to push his away inside me and I’m fucking giddy at the thought. Ready for it.

Desperate for it. For him.

Chapter Forty

AUGUST

Iavoid virgins like the plague, but here I am, about to slip inside one for the first time since…forever and I’m so fucking worried I’m going to hurt her, it’s ridiculous. If I think about it too much, I’m going to deflate my erection and ruin the entire moment so I concentrate on her. Those little tells of Sin’s that let me know she’s enjoying this. I brush the head of my cock against her soaked folds, paying attention to the sharp intake of her breath. The way she arches naturally. Seeking me. Needing my entry into her welcoming body.

Going slow, I slip just the head into her pussy, pausing. Gauging. I stare at her expressive face, note the way her eyelashes flutter and her lips part on a breath. I push farther, still keeping my focus on her. She winces when I slip deeper. Sucks in a breath when I’m fully seated inside her, tensing up. I hesitate, waiting for the tension to slowly dissipate from her body, but her body stiffens further.

“Breathe, Sin.” She does as I ask automatically, her body going soft beneath mine and I start to croon pretty words to relax her. “Your pussy feels so fucking good, baby. Relax. I’mgoing to make you come so hard. Look at you. God, you’re beautiful.”

She is. And so fucking tight. Her cunt has my cock in a stranglehold and I know all it would take is two short pumps and I’d be coming way too early.

I squeeze my eyes shut tight and think about mundane things. School. Tests. Frat shit that I need to take care of, which has me thinking of Tim and how much he’d want to be in my place. That only enrages me.

“Hold on,” I grit through my teeth, overcome with the need to rut. To fuck and make her mine, though there’s a small part of me that’s worried I could hurt her and that’s the last thing I want to do.

But fuck, being in this moment is sending me straight over the edge. This is the final part of my claiming. Once I fuck this woman, she is mine and there is nothing she can do about it. Nothing sweet little Timmy can do about it either. And why the hell am I thinking about him again? Maybe because imagining any other man even looking at Sin makes me feral.

I push into her, my hips flush against hers and she whimpers, sucking in a harsh breath like I hurt her. “Oh—God.”

Pausing, I stare down at her pretty face, noting the way her brows are knit together as if she’s trying to ward off the pain. “Are you okay?”

She nods, keeping her eyes closed, her lips twisting into a grim smile. “Just—let me get used to you for a minute.”

I remain still, my entire body shaking with the need to move. “Sin.”

Her eyes crack open and I dip my head, kissing her. Keeping it soft and sweet and as persuasive as possible. I lick at her mouth, tangling my tongue with hers and she moans, her body relaxing beneath mine. I start to move, slowly at first, and she shifts beneath me, her movements tentative, as if she’s trying to figure it all out.

“Wrap your legs around my hips,” I demand, and she does it, pressing her soft skin into mine. I increase my pace, thrusting inside her steadily, wishing I could fuck her harder. I’m on edge, filled with the need to come, to fill her with my semen like some sort of rabid dog and I hate the fucking condom. I hate it so damn much.

Like an inept fool I lose all restraint and fuck her hard, slamming into her body again and again while she takes it like the goddess that I knew she could be. I readjust myself, rising above her, grabbing hold of her hips so I have some leverage as I move inside her. My balls slap against her ass and I’m grunting with every thrust. Groaning at how fucking good this feels. The connection. The easy way our bodies move with each other. We’re so attuned it’s like we’ve been doing this our entire lives and when my orgasm creeps up on me, my balls drawing tight and the base of my spine tingling, I don’t fight it.

I revel in it, moaning when I begin to come. I shudder and shake, her name falling from my lips as I slam into her once. Twice. Holding myself there while the orgasm washes over me. I drain myself into the fucking condom until I fall on top of her, utterly spent.

The room is quiet save for our harsh mingled breathing, and I press my face into the mattress, my eyes closed as I try and calm the racing of my heart. She’s breathing just as hard, our skin sticking to each other, her hands sliding up and down my back, soothing me.

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