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“Yes,” I groaned, feeling the climax rolling toward me. So close. Just a little more…

“Yes what, little lamb?” he growled.

“Oh, God, yes. Yes, Daddy.” I cried. That was it. My orgasm pushed me right over me, tearing away any inhibitions and ripping away any remaining fears about this near-living thing between us. Everything inside me contracted then exploded. Colors flew before my eyes as I came so much harder than I ever had with my hand.

“Good, girl,” he rasped into my ear. “Come all over my fingers and show me how much you want this. Show me who you belong to.”

“You, only you,” I promised, even though he hadn’t asked for that.

He chuckled, the sound dark and perfect, sliding over me like a blanket of protection and ownership. Right then, I would have done anything he wanted.

I protested when his hand moved from my slit, but the protest turned to a groan of acceptance when the broad crown of his cock lodged against me. Notched there, already starting to stretch me wide, he waited. I breathed hard at the pinch. At the same time, more creamy need flooded around him, readying us both.

Noah wasn’t racing forward, he wasn’t piercing through my barrier without me fully aware in the moment.

“Together,” he said through gritted teeth. “You grip onto me and dig those little nails into my shoulders. I’ll share this pain with you.”

I blinked up at him. Seriously. My heart tumbled over, and I clutched his arms. He moved slowly, but I felt the strain immediately when his shaft forced me open. I registered the slightest pain then a pop, a burn. My heaving breaths rasped unevenly around us, only because of the unbelievable pressure of him splitting me open and filling me so full. He was…so…deep.

“You okay?” he asked, his words gasping while his base rubbed against my clit, sending stars before my eyes.

I nodded frantically.

“Words,” he demanded.

“Good,” I breathed. “It’s so good. It feels…good. You’re…so big.”

“All yours. Fuck, you’re like a vise around me. So damn tight. You’re gonna suck the cum right out of me before I even move.”

My walls instinctively clenched, drawing a curse from him.

“Move,” I whispered, pleading. “Please. Please.”

“I’ll always give you whatever you want, Poppy.” His forehead dropped to mine as his hips started a slow, throbbing piston. “Anything you want for the rest of your life. You destroy me. You own me. I’m a slave for your whims.”

“I just want you.”

His hand cupped behind my neck, bring our mouths together. He groaned into me, the sounds mixing with my own cries. My legs wrapped around his waist while I did my best to meet him thrust for thrust.

With Noah, sex just seemed easy, natural, as if we’d done this many times and this wasn’t our first. There was none of the pain I’d expected. No awkwardness. Just spirals of pleasure electrifying my body and spinning me out of control toward a climax so much bigger than the last had been.

“Little lamb,” he whispered, his hips driving faster and faster. Harder and harder, jarring the entire bed. “Perfect. You’re perfect. You’re mine. Mine.”

“Yes,” I wailed, clutching his shoulders.

“Take…all of…me,” he gritted. “All!”

The first splashes released inside of me, triggering the climax that had been looming before me. It yawned open and swallowed me up, taking me into an oblivion, a new reality that forever changed my life, remaking me into a whole new Poppy. The girl I’d been no longer existed. A new woman emerged. Noah’s woman, his little lamb. Only his.

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