Page 55 of First Time

“I want you, God, how I want you.” He grabbed hold of my uninjured arm, pulling me off his cock and up over his body.

I went willingly, only a brief thought of my weight atop him before he captured my lips and obliterated all thought. He groaned into my mouth and rubbed the back of his length up through my soaked folds.

He rolled us and slid deep into my pussy with one slow thrust, swallowing my gasp at the quick but painlessly full feeling.

“Shit…condom.” He stilled inside of me, the muscles of his back tense beneath my hands.

“I’m on the pill and negative,” I whispered against his ear. “Don’t stop. Please—unless you need to.”

He groaned my name, slid out, and pressed in deep again. “I’m negative too.” His ass flexed beneath my heels. “You feel so fucking good. I’ll never get enough of you.”

The friction between our bodies created more moisture inside me, slickening and heightening my arousal. I panted for breath, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. I spiraled toward release and wanted Daniel to come inside of me.

But, I wasn’t ready for the sweet moment to end.

Daniel gathered one of my breasts in his hands and suckled my tight nipple into his mouth. A shot of lightning zinged straight to my clit, and I gasped, arching my back.

“Like that?” he asked and sucked harder.

“Oh, yes—”

His teeth scraped over the sensitive flesh, and I squeezed my inner walls around him as he slid out.

“One day, I’m going to fuck these gorgeous, huge tits.” He thumbed over my sensitive nipple, and I moaned, writhing with need and emotion I couldn’t begin to comprehend.

I hitched one leg around his waist and held on tight as he angled, deepening his thrusts.

He released his hold on my breast and reached between us, sliding a fingertip down over my throbbing clit. “I want you to come for me, Becky,” he whispered, lowering his head. His lips brushed across mine. “Want your cum soaking my cock and dripping on my bed. Want to hear you cry out my name.” He tugged on my bundle of nerves, enticing my body to give him what he craved.

Tingles lit in my toes and swept up my legs into my center. My climax rolled over me, and I fulfilled his requests, grasping at him until he growled his own release and buried his face in my neck.

I ran my fingertips over the dip and swell of Daniel’s chest. The slightest bit of auburn hair was soft to the touch and his pebbled nipples…I pinched one.

He groaned, grabbed my hand, and brought it to his lips.

I snuggled against him. “I finally understand what it means to be insatiable,” I murmured, losing myself to his tongue flicking over and around my fingers.

“Mmm.”

“But—” I pulled back and smiled “—we both have to work.”

“I think you should take a sick day,” Daniel said, brushing my hair off of my forehead with a gentle touch. “I don’t trust Stephen.”

“I don’t either, but he’s never shown up at the coffee shop no matter how upset he’s been with me.”

“Have you ever tried leaving him before?”

“Well, except for those two nights at Chantelle’s, no.”

Daniel raised an eyebrow, and I considered his question while chewing on the inside of my lip.

“I would sit outside the coffee shop all day if I could to keep an eye on you, but I’ve got a huge meeting today at noon.”

Lightness floated in my chest, and I smiled again. “You’re a good man, Daniel Cooney,” I said, leaning forward to press my lips against his. He might have murdered his father, but in the moment I had declared to myself that I’d had enough of Stephen’s abuse, I would have hit him over the head with a skillet too, given the chance. That understanding, the shared history between us only deepened the connection I felt with him.

Daniel’s actions, whether considered before moving to his mother’s stove or not, had been an act of desperation, an instinct to survive. Nothing about Daniel made me consider him to be a violent man. He’d done what was needed as far as I was concerned. An eye for an eye.

While I really didn’t wish Stephen dead, I also wanted nothing to do with him. Whatever softness I’d had in my heart, whatever pitying empathy that had caused me to stay as long as I had beneath his abuse, had dissipated. Those feelings no longer existed. They had been wiped clean by a change of mind, a decision long in coming. And the gentle touch of a Dom determined to bring me only pleasure solidified my intentions to continue pressing forward in my new life.

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