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“Please, Robbie,” she begs.

I lift my mouth from her center and work a finger inside of her. She clenches around me, begging for more with her body, so I add another finger and rub small circles over her clit with my thumb.

Her hips begin to move in a rhythmic pattern. She’s so fucking close.

“Please what?” I say, watching her ride my hand.

Eyes clenched closed, she swallows—or tries to. Her mouth is dry as the Sahara, I’m sure. “Please.”

“Say it, Monty. Say the words.”

“Let me come.”

I bury my face between her legs and don’t move until she’s unraveling beneath me.

Her jagged breaths fill the room, but I don’t give her a moment to rest.

My cock is leaking and if I don’t get inside her now, I’m going to come all over the bed and that’ll just be goddamn embarrassing.

I reach over to the nightstand beside my bed, fish out a condom, and suit the fuck up.

I slide between Monty’s legs and wrap them around me.

“Last chance,” I say. “We can’t go back after this.”

“Stop trying to talk me out of this.”

“Trust me, that’s the last thing I want to do. You have no idea how close I am to blowing my load again. You’ve got me so fucking hard, Monty. I can still feel the hum of the last orgasm you gave me, can still fucking taste you on my lips, and all I want to do right now is bury my cock deep inside you.”

She moans at my words and yanks my head down, pressing a hard kiss against my lips before releasing me and grinning up at me. “Then stop talking and do it.”

I’m not going to argue with that invitation.

I line my dick up and slowly push inside her, not wanting to plow in full steam ahead. I want this to last too much to do that.

Her pussy grips me, and it’s hot and wet and tight.

It’s almosttootight, like she’s never been stretched like this before, like she’s…

No. There’s no fucking way.

I stop moving and stare down at her. She’s holding her breath and trying not to make a sound, but tears roll down her cheeks into her hair, revealing the horrible pain she’s in.

This isn’t happening.

“Monty, open your eyes.”

She shakes her head.

“Open your fucking eyes,” I growl.

Her tear-filled green gaze meets mine and my heart stops beating for only a second. She’s in pain, and I hate that I’m the cause of it.

I’m also really fucking pissed right now.

“How? Why? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s not like it’s something you just tell a stranger, Robbie.”

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