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Making Grace come is a dangerous addiction.

I could go again and again and wring out every last ounce of energy to make her feel as good as she possibly can.

I’d love to leave her completely spent and go again after a hard sleep.

I’m not sure at first how she’ll accept my tongue in her mouth after what I just did, but my Grace is so trusting and sweet. It feels so good to be wrapped up in her arms, her legs.

Hovering over her, my arms caged around her head on the pillow, she opens wide for me without hesitation.

My cock weeps at the touch of her damp heat. If I don’t get inside her now, I will lose it. Still, this needs to be perfect for her first time.

“Take it in your hand and feed me in. Go as slow as you want.” I spit each word through my teeth, my restraint evident.

She nods bravely, her cheeks flushed.

“You don’t have to. We can wait.”

This time, she shushes me with her mouth. Her sweet, soft hand takes hold of my aching cock, and the sensation is too gentle, too light.

I say nothing. I don’t want to pressure or make her feel like she’s doing anything wrong. There’s plenty of time for both of us to practice and learn what the other one likes. We have our whole lives for that.

For now, I let go and give in to the sensation of her hesitantly guiding me to her heat.

Inch by inch, she takes me in, pausing every few seconds to acclimate.

“Good?”

She smiles. “So good.”

It’s all I can do not to thrust, but I have to keep her comfortable. I don’t want to cause an ounce of pain.

“I know you want to fuck me, Buck. Do it.” She lets go and urges me on with her strong legs clamped onto my hips. Slowly, I push in the rest of the way and let her hold me for a moment.

“Buck! You feel so…big!”

“Too big?”

Her muscles tighten around me, and I nearly lose it. “No. You’re perfect.”

Our bodies come together in a natural rhythm. I’ve been holding back for so long. Maybe it’s only been a day since we’ve met, but anticipating this moment feels like centuries. My balls tighten, and my whole being is a champagne bottle with the cork on the popping edge. Her walls fist me so tight that I come after three or four thrusts, cursing heaven.

She combs her fingers through my hair and smiles. “Buck,” she breathes. “I loved it. Don’t leave yet.”

I wouldn’t dream of it, not with the way her pussy milks me, squeezing out every ounce of cum.

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Buck.”

That simply cannot be true, but I love hearing anything from Grace.

I don’t pull out until she’s ready, then roll onto my back. She curls against me like a kitten, and I cover her with one arm, trapping her against me.

“Was…that good for you?”

That she even has to ask tears another hole in my chest. “Baby,” I say, kissing her mouth fiercely. “You were fucking amazing. And I should have asked you first.”

She huffs out a hoarse, sexy laugh. “Silly boy. You were perfect. Thank you for making my first time, for making everything perfect.”

As much as I’d love to lie here like this for the rest of the day—the rest of the week—I almost forgot part of my promise.

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