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He slips a finger into my channel, and I moan. The vibration causes him to make the most primal, sexy sound I’ve ever heard a man make. The power I hold is fascinating. I relax my throat and take him in further, moaning again as he slips a second finger into me.
“God, I love how good this feels.”
“Maybe you should come in my mouth,” I suggest, just before taking him in deeper. Which is a fucking challenge because of how massive he is. But I’ve never shied away from a challenge. The reward will be greater than any treasure I’ve ever discovered.
“Oh I will, sweetheart,” he says, inserting a third finger, stretching me in the most delicious way. “But not before I come inside this pretty pussy first.”
I suck harder, faster. He matches my rhythm with those three fingers, curling them in just the right spot. When his palm flattens against my clit, the friction is too much. I come apart suddenly and without warning. I squeeze his cock with my hand as I cry out his name.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you come, Kylie.”
I’m a bit dazed, and a little winded, but I eagerly drop onto my back when Joel nudges me that way. I spread my legs in invitation, eager to finally feel him inside me.
“I’ve never let a man?—”
“This is your first time?” he asks, eyebrows drawn in confusion.
“No, of course not.”
“Oh.”
“You sound disappointed,” I playfully accuse. “Is your caveman fantasy ruined if you can’t take my virginity?”
“Not at all sweetheart. After I’m through with you, you’ll be ruined for other men. It’ll bethiscock you crave,” he says, holding his shaft in his hand to emphasize his point. “But before I fuck you senseless, what did you want to tell me?”
“I’ve never let a man go bare inside me. Or come inside me.”
Joel’s nostrils flare, and there’s a gleam in his eyes. “I’m going to be the first man to come inside you,” he says, not asking, but telling. He leans down, lowering his mouth to the shell of my ear, and says, “I’m going to be the last too.”
“Joel—”
He plunges into me in one sudden thrust.
My hips arch up a foot off the bed as I cry out. But it doesn’t hurt. Oh no. He stretched me out with those three fingers. He made sure I could take him like this, and fuck does it feel good. Better than good. Better than any man has ever felt inside me. Better than any man ever will again.
I love him.
Fuck.
Ilovehim.
“Hold on tight,” he warns. “Things are about to get rough.”
“Caveman style?” I tease, wrapping my legs and arms around him like a pretzel. The second I’m anchored to him, he pulls out slowly and thrusts back in with such force the entire bed rocks.
“You good, Kylie?”
“Yeah, I’m good.” I drag his mouth to mine and kiss him as hard as he plunges into me. It’s a savage pace. It’s rough, raw, and passionate in a way I’ve never experienced. The headboard slams against the wall, and the bed frame creaks in retaliation. But he doesn’t slow.
Joel reaches a hand between us and fingers my clit like there’s no tomorrow.
I explode.
Like confetti shot out of the world’s largest cannon, aimed for the fucking moon.
I cry out his name.
I cry out a string a curses.
