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Gazes held, he shifted me back farther on his thighs and grasped his dick. “You look like you want this—and I haven’t even hurt you yet.”

“Gideon,” I whimpered his name, my focus falling to his hand which swirled up and over the head. Smearing pre-cum down his thick length, making his girth shiny and slick.

“Ride my dick, princess.” He held it out toward me, same as he’d done once before, another droplet of pre-cum swelling.

“You wouldn’t give it to me earlier because I wanted it.” I tore my attention off what my tongue drooled for. “Why offer it freely now?”

A smirk curled a corner of his lip. “Because I went five years without a warm, wet hole to fuck, and now that I’ve had a taste of yours, I need more. Dreamt about it last night. Woke up tempted to shove my cock so damn far up your pussy you’d feel me in the back of your throat. Sit on my dick, princess. Make yourself come all over me.”

“I-I won’t come,” I whispered what I knew to be true. Without pain, I wouldn’t orgasm.

He grasped my neck again and yanked me close. Nose to nose. “I said climb aboard, princess.”

His dick jerked, the back of it bumping against my clit.

I wanted it. Dripped for him again even before he’d wrapped his hand around my throat.

Lower lip between my teeth, I lifted. Shifted until his tip rested against me.

Gideon didn’t thrust. Didn’t move—simply grasped my neck firmly and held my gaze as though questioning what I waited for.

I lowered, and the notch of his flared head stung. Wincing, I paused.

“Do it, Addilyn,” he commanded through gritted teeth. “Take every goddamn inch of my dick into your needy pussy like you’ve been dreaming about since you were fifteen years old.”

Pressing down filled me with a lush burn, and I moaned, my hands clutching at the pillow on either side of his head.

Full. Stuffed completely full of throbbing, hot dick.

“Too much,” I gasped, shifting my hips upward to escape the sting.

“Fuck…” Gideon grabbed my hip with his free hand and slid me down. Then forward, dragging my clit along his pelvis—it felt good. Real damn good. He showed me how to move. Back and forth. Rocking to fuck myself on his length. “Just. Like. That.”

His hands fell away, and he rested his arms overhead, the muscles stretching and swelling all over the damn place. “Ride me,” he commanded through gritted teeth.

I swallowed a flood of drool from the sight of him sitting back and waiting as though his dick alone could make me come.

“Cocky jackass.”

“Fuck yourself on my dick, princess.”

Shit, the words he said and the rumble of his low voice…

My body took control, and I slid over him like he’d shown me. Smooth glides, his length dragging along my walls and pressing back in with every shift of my hips.

“So fucking sexy.” He stared at my swaying breasts, his hands fisting as though to keep from grabbing them.

I hadn’t ever been in control when sleeping with a guy. Hadn’t been on top, attempting to get someone off. Self-consciousness over my brokenness rose inside me, assurance that I wouldn’t ever find release on my own.

“Touch me, Gideon,” I begged while rocking over his too-thick length that hurt and made me wet at the same time. “Please.”

He sat up and wrapped his arms around me, his mouth finding my hardened nipple. Steady strokes of his tongue, deep suckling, sent shots of need straight to my clit.

I couldn’t ride in that position like he’d taught me, so I lifted and lowered on my knees, needing friction even though it stung…chasing the rub of his pelvis against my clit.

His tongue lashed, his teeth scraped, and his groans mingled with the wet sounds of our fucking.

The pain of him being inside me gave way to pure, torturous pleasure, the kind I’d fantasized about. Dreamed about. Exactly what I’d never expected to experience.

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