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Then he pauses and looks at me. “I don’t have a condom with me, sugar. Maybe in my truck. Yeah, probably in my truck.”

I shake my head and hold my arms firmly around his body. “We don’t need it. My mother put me on the pill when I was a teenager to help with acne and to hopefully help me slim down. Those were her plans at least.”

“I don’t generally speak poorly about anyone’s mama, Ava, but yours needs good shake. There is absolutely nothing wrong with your body. In fact, your body is glorious. So soft and curvy. I love every bump and dimple and dip.” He squeezes his eyes shut for a minute. “Now I need to stop talking about your mama because I’m coming to terms with the fact that you’re going to let me fuck you raw.”

“Is that okay? I promise I’m clean. Virgin, remember?” I give him a forced little laugh.

“It’s more than okay, sugar. I’ve never been inside anyone without a condom. I’m clean too. They test us regularly with the SEALs.”

I grip his perfect ass and pull him closer to my body. His dick presses against my pussy and I widen my legs to give him more room.

“Please, Remy.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says.

“I’ve been to the gynecologist before, so chances are my hymen is already ruptured. Wow, that’s super unsexy talk isn’t it?”

He kisses me, his tongue languidly sliding against mine. Then his dick is at my entrance and he’s pressing inside me, inch, by inch.

“Oh wow, that’s very different than going to the doctor,” I say stupidly.

He laughs. “I should hope so, sugar. And don’t make me laugh, I’m trying to concentrate.”

I bring my knees up and wrap my legs around his waist. “Stop treating me like I’m going to break.” I look him straight in the eye. “Fuck me like you say you want to.”

“Goddamn it, Ava.” He thrust all the way into me.

There’s a slight pinch, but I don’t care because I want this man in a way I’ve never wanted anything before.

He pulls back, then thrusts back in. Once, twice, and then he finds a steady rhythm. “Oh, sugar, so hot and tight and warm. And so fucking slick. Your pussy is going to kill me. Tell all the guys on my team, I died fucking you.”

“I will do no such thing. And you better not die. Because I’m really starting to enjoy this.”

“Just enjoy. Shit, I’m not doing my job then. Hold on.” He pulls himself up to his knees, changing the angle of how he enters me. Then he lifts my bottom and he pounds into me fast, fast, fast.

“Yes, Remy, just like that.”

“I’m gonna fuck this pussy day and night. It’s my new job, sugar. Fucking you and making you come. It’s my new mission in life.” He groans so loudly it sounds more like a growl. “Goddamn, you feel so good.”

“I think I’m going to come again.”

“Damn right you are. Come all over this cock.”

His thumb flicks over my clit and that combined with where he’s rubbing me on the inside make a hell of an explosion. I detonate. This orgasm is different than the other two. Maybe because it’s not just my clit being stimulated, but it feels like it rumbles through my entire body.

“Squeezing my dick so good. Fuck. I’m coming,” Remy roars and then he’s pumping into me, painting the inside of my channel with ropes of his hot cum.

He pulls out and falls to the bed next to me.

And I giggle like the lunatic I am because I can never have an appropriate reaction to anything.

He lifts up on an elbow. “What are you laughing at now?”

“I totally just had sex. Amazing sex with this crazy hot guy.”

“Oh yeah? How hot is he?”

I roll my eyes. “I’m going to want some ice cream and then I want to do that again.”

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