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Climbing up her body, her knees automatically opened, allowing her legs to wrap around my waist, and she was wet enough that the head of my dick easily found its way to her opening. I had one brief thought to protection, but I’d never do anything to hurt Hattie, and she was grown enough to be on birth control, though that was an assumption that I shouldn’t be making.

Still, I was a guy.

A super stupid one at that.

I slammed all eight inches of my hard dick inside her pussy bare, and my eyes immediately rolled towards the back of my head. I’d never had sex without a condom before, but I’d also never wanted a woman as badly as I’d wanted this one, so common sense was the least of my concerns right now. All that mattered was the head of my dick nestled against Hattie’s cervix.

“Oh, God…” she cried out. “Oh, God…yes…Ethan…”

I hooked her left leg over the crook of my arm, opened her wider, then bracing all my weight on my elbows, I railed the fuck out of Hattie Jacobs. My hips crashed into hers, and the sounds that kept leaving her lips were driving me insane. Hattie was not afraid to be vocal, and each sound was like a rush through my balls and dick.

“You feel fucking perfect,” I grunted. “So fucking perfect.”

“So do you,” she gasped. “God, you feel so good, Ethan…so, so, so good…”

“Baby, you have no idea,” I swore. “No fucking idea.”

Even though I had one nut already under my belt, Hattie’s pussy felt incredible. It felt tight, wet, warm, and enveloping. Every stroke felt like a fucking blessing from God, and my dick never wanted to leave her tight warmth. Hell,Inever wanted to leave her sweet cunt. I was ready to pack my shit and move in here with her, or move her in with me, I didn’t care.

“Harder,” she demanded. “I just need…oh, God…harder, Ethan…make me…oh, Christ…”

“Fuck, Hattie,” I groaned. “Cum on my cock, baby. Cum all over me. Give it to me.”

“Yes,” she cried out. “Don’t stop…God, don’t stop…”

There was no way in hell that I was going to stop until she was a wet mess all around me. I wasn’t going to stop until I flooded her pussy with my cum. I wasn’t going to stop until we were both a useless mess.

“Ethan,”she half moaned and screamed, and I could feel her pussy gripping my dick like a vice. Her tight cunt started pulsating around my cock, and it was enough to set me off. Fucking her through her orgasm, I was also shooting off like a rocket, and I couldn’t fuck her deep enough or hard enough to show her how I felt about her.

“Fuck, Hattie,” I hissed. “Fuck, baby…”

After a few minutes, my cock started softening, and that was enough to make me slide out of her, then collapse on the bed next to her. Our harsh breathing was all that could be heard in the bedroom, and our breaths were so in sync that they almost sounded like a lullaby.

“That was incredible,” she rasped, finally speaking. “Jesus Christ.”

“I didn’t wear a condom,” I confessed, ruining the romance and passion. “But I’d never hurt you, Hattie.”

“If I thought that, then you never would have been invited into my bed,” she retorted.

“Touché,” I chuckled softly.

“I’m also protected, so no worries there,” she added, but I found that I didn’t care.

“Doesn’t matter,” I responded honestly, still staring up at her ceiling. “Haven’t you heard? I’m your soulmate, so that makes this forever. Oh, yeah, happy Fourth of July, baby.”

“Those were some incredible fireworks,” she snickered, and there was no way that it wasn’t love.

“No shit,” I agreed, ready for more.

Nothing Scares Me Anymore

Ihad five guest speakers, but while being a cop, firefighter, doctor, and veterinarian were noble and exciting careers, there was no way that those careers could compete with a famous hockey player, or any athlete, really. That’s why I had saved Wyatt Valinsky for last. I hadn’t wanted the other guest speakers to lose out on their equal time if I had allowed Wyatt to go first. No doubt the kids would have used the entire hour to pepper Wyatt with questions about being a pro-athlete. Plus, tomorrow was Halloween, so these five careers seemed right up there with the costumes that kids liked to wear for the holiday.

There was also the fact that I’d had a huge crush on Wyatt Valinsky when we’d been kids, but too shy to do anything about it. Granted, it wouldn’t have mattered since the man had gone off to chase his dreams as a professional hockey player, so better to have missed my chance than to have had my teenage heart broken was my stance on the subject.

Nevertheless, he was retired and back home, and all I could think about was Madam Brousseau’s stupid, stupid, stupid prediction. With Vivian, Sloane, Kit, and Hattie all paired off now, it was beginning to look like Madam Brousseau knew what she’d been talking about. Supposedly, we’d all already met our soulmates, we just hadn’t opened our eyes wide enough to notice him.

Hmm.

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