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Looks like I wasn’t the only one that’d been wanting this over the last few hours.

I shoved my underwear down just enough to free my cock, then I was notching the head at her entrance.

No matter how fast I wanted this to go, how much I wanted her, and how badly I needed it, I would always go slow at first as to not hurt her. Plus, it’d been a few days since I’d been inside of her, and that was enough time for her pussy to get unused to me.

Inch by inch, I settled inside, until I was filling her completely.

She panted, her eyes closed, as she held onto my biceps and groaned. “So full.”

Yeah, she was.

She felt so fuckin’ tight around me that sometimes it was hard to think past the feeling.

“I want you to fuck me,” she breathed. “God, I just want it so bad.”

And who could stop when that was what she wanted?

I sure the hell couldn’t.

My eyes focused on her face for any signs of pain or discomfort, I started to fuck her in long, deep strokes.

Over and over I filled her and backed away, until we were both holding in place panting.

“I’m so close.” She groaned. “I just need…”

I knew what she needed.

Me.

My words. My body. My love.

And I gave it to her, bending down and practically collapsing on top of her while I worked my hips. She squirmed beneath me, relishing in the weight of my body pinning her down.

“God, are you close yet?” I wheezed. “Because I’m about to go whether I want to or not.”

She dug her fingernails into my bicep, and then came.

She cried out, loudly, and bucked her hips underneath me, trying to get closer but unable to accomplish it.

I all but collapsed on top of her as my own release followed directly behind hers.

Long minutes later, she patted me on the shoulder and wheezed, “Not that I don’t love you on top of me, Slone, but Jesus Christ, you’re heavy.”

Chuckling, I rolled us until I was on my back and she was sprawled out on top of me.

“I didn’t pass out this time,” she teased, placing her small palm over my still racing heart.

My eyes closed on their own volition, and I was reminded that I hadn’t slept the night before, and the long day was catching up to me.

That, and having the shit scared out of me.

“You didn’t,” I replied. “Want to go to sleep?”

She snorted. “What kind of question is that?”

Then we both promptly passed the fuck out.

CHAPTER 21

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