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Holy hell. She was ready for me. Slick and hot and tight around my fingers. I could only imagine how good she’d feel pulsing around my cock. Her sweet cream covered my fingers as I pushed them in and out, my mouth latched to her clit.
Her hands twisted in my hair, and her moaning became almost a growl as she contracted around my fingers, her pussy pulsing in waves, her leg clamping me tighter against her body.
After several moments and a few deep breaths, she relaxed, melting against the wall, and I pressed a final kiss to her pink, swollen pussy before I stood and lifted her into my arms, depositing her gently on the bed before grabbing a condom out of the pocket of my shorts.
If she thought we were done, she had another thing coming.
I tore the wrapper with my teeth and sheathed myself in latex.
As soon as I was back on the bed, crawling over her, she reached up, locking her hands around my neck, and pulled my lips to hers in a long kiss.
Goddamn.Her kiss was so perfect, so erotic, that it pumped through my veins.
She stared at me with those warm, milk chocolate eyes of hers. Those eyes that had captivated me from the moment I first saw her years ago standing in my mom’s cupcake shop.
My heart tugged and I brushed my fingers over her cheekbone. “You ready?”
Her dark curls swished against the pillowcase as she nodded. “So ready,” she said, then gripped my cock and guided me toward her.
I sank into her, my initial thrust causing her to sharply draw in a breath, her eyes squeezing shut.
She was so fucking tight and molded to perfection around my cock.
We both froze, savoring that first moment of complete connection. Then, her eyes blinked open and she moved beneath me, pumping her hips in these hypnotic, small motions.
I groaned and dropped my head, my arms beginning to tremble as I braced myself over her. Fuck. Nothing had ever felt this good. No woman. No date. No drug.
Slowly, I glided out almost to the tip, then pushed slowly back in. Her pussy quivered around me, clenching against the slow slide of my dick.
She dipped her hands down to the small of my back and urged me faster, harder. I happily obliged, watching as she bit down blissfully on her bottom lip.
There was no way I was going to last. Not at this rate, with our hurried, punishing thrusts. I’d been craving this for too long. Years of picturing Haylee’s face with every woman I’d been with. Years of wishing and wondering if I’d ever see her again. Years of regret that I hadn’t run up to that rooftop on her last night in Maple Grove when she was eighteen.
But this made all that waiting worth it. Every agonizing minute was leading up to this ecstasy, and I wasn’t going to trade that for anything.
She cried out my name, her body arching, every muscle taut. Her body contracted, gripping my thrusting cock even more. Her hands clawed at my shoulders, pulling my lips to hers.
A groan leaked from our kiss, and I wasn’t even sure whose groan it was. Hers? Mine? Did it matter?
White hot pleasure spiked up my spine, my balls tightening as I released inside of her, filling the condom.
I collapsed on top of her, winded, struggling to inhale and exhale in a normal way. Sweat dotted my brow, and I rolled off of Haylee, careful to keep my hands on her. To not break the connection. I never wanted to stop touching her. Kissing her.
“I think,” she said, panting. “I think this was the best date I’ve ever had.”
I chuckled, burying my face in her neck and inhaling her sweet scent deep into my lungs.
The feelings I had for Haylee terrified me. I didn’t know the first thing about being a boyfriend.
But not being her boyfriend wasn’t an option. Now that I’d had a taste of Haylee, I’d never go back.
I reached up and pushed a damp curl off of her forehead. “I think this was the best night I’ve ever had… in my whole life.”
A smile beamed, lighting up her whole face, and she rolled onto her side, kissing me gently. “The night’s just getting started, Finn.”
Chapter Thirty
Haylee
