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him and felt his shaft against my hot, wet skin.
    Right at that moment, I realized I may have asked for more than I could handle. His cock was so hard and big that I wondered how it would ever fit inside me. He swiped his tongue over mine and tangled his fingers in my hair before pulling my head back onto the bed. His lips moved to my neck where he sucked my skin between his teeth and nipped at me.
    I dug my nails into his back and exhaled hard. He laughed against my skin and kissed to my ear. “I know you want my cock.”
    I moaned as he pinned my earlobe between his teeth.
    “I know you want it deep inside you. Do you want me to come in you? I already know the answer.” He thrust his hips against me, his head rubbing sinfully against my clit. “You want it all, don’t you? I bet you can’t wait for me to fill every hole you’ve got. My little virgin slut.”
    His words should have angered me, should have had me questioning him. They had the opposite effect. Dirty talk turned me the fuck on. I melted beneath him, my fear draining away as desire roared up into its place. I wanted everything he offered.
    “That’s what I thought.” He gripped my throat and licked up my ear. “I know you want it hard. I know you want me to make it hurt.”
    “Yes.” I moaned as he squeezed my neck. He read my thoughts, my deepest needs, my darkest wants.
    “Spread wide for me.” He released my neck and put both hands next to my head, pushing up and away from me.
    I did as he said, letting my legs fall wide, my knees bent. The ink on his chest was stark, and I was overcome with the urge to lick every line, every bit of residual pain it took to mark his skin so beautifully. His gaze trailed down my body to my quivering pussy.
    “Fuck.” His jaw tightened and he moved his hips back and forth, his slick head teasing my clit until I was moving with him. My strokes meeting his and increasing the buzz between my legs.
    “I’m going to try to go slow.” He shook his head. “I will go slow. For your first time.” He looked back to my eyes. “But after this, after I’ve finally sank balls deep inside you, I can’t make any more gentle promises. Understand?”
    My body thrilled at his threat. “Yes.”
    His face softened. “It’s going to hurt at first, but then I promise I’ll make it all better. Trust me?”
    I took a deep breath. This was it. The moment I’d been waiting for, the man I’d been lusting for.
    I met his gaze. “Take me.”
    He closed his eyes as if he’d just heard some enticing music. Then he slid his hips back and let the head of his cock fall to my entrance. He looked down to where our bodies touched and pressed forward.
    Pressure and then nothing. He stopped.
    “Fuck, you’re tight, Jess.” His biceps trembled as he held himself over me.
    “More,” I breathed. I wanted to be filled.
    He moved into me, stretching me, then he pulled back and pushed in further. A slight pinch and then just the amazing feel of him.
    “You okay?” His voice was gruff but controlled.
    “Yes. More.”
    He gritted his teeth, then backed out again and pushed deeper. It stung but I found myself clawing at his shoulders.
    “All of it, please. I need it.”
    At my words he pulled back again and surged forward. I yelped at the sharp ache and then moaned as he settled down on top of me.
    “Shit, Jess.” His voice was gravelly.
    He stilled as my body adjusted to him, to his thick length.
    “Still okay?”
    “Don’t stop.” I was desperate for more. I’d finally crossed the threshold. Now it was time to explore.
    “I have to go slow.” His voice was a mix of pleasure and pain as he looked into my eyes.
    “Please, give it to me.” I moved my hips against his, getting a taste for the friction that had my body spiraling even higher.
    He groaned and buried his head in the crook of my neck. “I want to pin your knees at your ears and fuck you until you scream. But I can’t. Not this time.”
    “This time. Every time.