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She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes.”

Pride and something primal surged in my chest. I braced my hands on either side of her hips. “Then listen close, Gemma. Because I’m only going to say this once.”

She nodded, her eyes wide.

“This is mine. Your body. Your mouth. This sweet little pussy.” I slid a finger between her folds and groaned when it came away dripping with her arousal. “It all belongs to me now.”

Her lips parted, and her brown eyes darkened. A breathless sound escaped her, a whimper and a plea rolled into one.

I lowered my face between her thighs and ran my tongue along her seam, groaning at the taste. “Fuck…knew you’d taste like heaven.”

She cried out and fisted the sheets in her hands as her hips arched off the bed. I flattened my tongue and licked her again, then latched onto her clit and sucked hard. She screamed in ecstasy.

“That’s it. Let go, baby. I want it on my tongue this time.”

She trembled, thighs shaking, and then she shattered, moaning my name. I licked her through it and drank her down like a man starved.

Only then did I stand, unzip my jeans, and strip off my clothes. My shaft was thick, heavy, and leaking precome.

Gemma watched me, wide-eyed, her mouth forming a little O. When her gaze dropped to my cock, she gasped. “Oh…” She shook her head. “I can’t—Callum, you’re?—”

“You can,” I growled, crawling over her until she was pinned beneath me. “You were made for me, Gemma. This pussy? It’s mine. Say it.”

“I—it’s yours,” she whispered.

“Louder.”

Her throat worked. “It’s yours, Callum.”

“Damn right, it is.” Then I smirked. “Don’t worry, baby. You were made to take me.”

The head of my dick pressed against her slick entrance. I paused, closing my eyes for half a second, fighting for control.

My cock twitched, ready to plow into her untouched pussy, but I forced myself to breathe.

Then I pushed in. Slow. Steady. Watching every flash of emotion on Gemma’s face. She bit her lip, eyes shining, but didn’t look away. I groaned when her tight heat clenched aroundme like a vise. Inch by inch, I filled her until I hit that barrier that marked the end of her innocence. I leaned in and kissed her tenderly.

“This part’s gonna sting,” I murmured. “But I’ll make it better real fast. Promise.”

She nodded, barely breathing, pupils blown wide.

“I want you,” she whispered.

“Fuck,” I grunted. Then I thrust forward with one hard snap of my hips, burying myself to the hilt as her cry echoed off the walls.

Her nails bit into my back, and I stilled, staying deep while she adjusted. My breath was ragged against her neck. “You’re mine now,” I told her roughly. “And that means this is the only dick you’ll ever have. I’m the first and the fucking last. You understand me?”

“Y-yes.” The pain was finally clearing from her pretty brown eyes.

“No going back now,” I growled. “You feel that? You’re full of me, baby. Stuffed so tight you can’t take another inch.”

She relaxed slowly, hips tilting, legs wrapping around my waist. Then she whimpered, and her hips rolled slightly. “Please.”

I fucking lost it.

I started to move, slow at first, dragging almost all the way out before slamming back in. The stretch, the heat, the feel of her clutching me like her body didn’t want to let go. Fuck, it was better than anything I’d ever felt.

“Gonna ruin you for anyone else,” I growled, driving in again.

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