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of warmth flooded
my body. Justin was badass.
    “Of course. I
had to. You shouldn’t have been left isolated and vulnerable. And alone.”
    I remembered
the loneliness of the small apartment. A pang of hurt hollowed my belly. “I had
Digger to keep me company,” I muttered. “I took care of her, and she was a
friend when I was lonely.”
    He spoke with a
passion that raised the fine hairs on my body and made my heart pound hard. His
warm breath tickled my cheek. “You were always so caring. So nurturing.” His
hands dropped to my curvy hips. “You’ll make a fine mother.”
    At his words,
an ache of longing shot though me.  
    “So, Chrissy.
Are we going to do this? We have to mate hard and deep, and soon.” His words
were making a mush of my mind. Hard and deep. Yes and yes. I looked at him
shyly, hesitating. Was this fantasy too good to be true?
    His hands
raised the hem of the shirt, rubbed tantalizing circles at the base of my
spine. His soft, deep voice made my knees weak as he added, “You’ll be glad, I
promise.”
    The moment I
nodded he swept me up again, making my head spin as he rushed me inside. But it
was happening too fast. In a whirlwind of heat and speed, Justin got us inside
and to the bedroom, at which point I started fighting him again. This time he
ignored my struggles, moving against me until I fell onto the bed. The low
light mercifully hid my blushing as the shirt I wore rode up, exposing my
curvaceous innocent flesh.
    Justin removed
his tee shirt, revealing a broad chest sleek with muscle. He tossed the garment
aside and moved over me even as my hand rose to his pecs. His muscles twitched
against my fingers. He let me touch him, inhaling sharply when my palm caressed
his nipples. I trailed my fingers down his stomach, feeling the line of hair
that disappeared into his jeans. I didn’t quite dare to touch the material
covering his intimidating bulge.
    He didn’t need
to remove my panties or bra since I was already naked under his shirt. Would he
just mount me? Would it be bestial and brutal? Would it hurt very badly? I
didn’t know what to expect.
    My breath came
fast with nervousness as he unbuttoned his jeans and started to unzip. He
noticed my expression, and stopped. He cupped my face in his hand, his thumb
caressing my cheek. “You’re a virgin. I’m frightening you.” He laughed shakily.
“The last thing I want to do is frighten you.”
    “I’m not
frightened,” I said bravely. “Much.”
    “Liar.” But he
gave me a smile that lit up his eyes to a mellow gold. “Don’t be nervous.
You’re in good hands.” True to his word, his hands enclosed my shoulders in a
warm grip, his thumbs circling the skin on each shoulder. He leaned in, gentle
for the moment, and kissed the hollow in my throat. His touch was a light and
gentle as a feather. Too gentle. I moved against him, restless, and I saw his
grin. His jaw and his cheek, sandpapery with a dark five o’clock shadow, grazed
my neck teasingly before he nibbled me there, licking my skin like I was a
special treat.
    In response, my
skin tingled and seemed to light up all over my body. Could Justin really be
interested in a curvy girl like me?
    As if in
answer, he murmured against my neck, “I’m going to make you howl. I’ve wanted
this for so long.” He bit me harder, sucking my skin into his mouth then
tonguing it. His fingers moved lightly on the buttons of the shirt I wore and
the material parted, exposing more of me to him. My large, soft breasts spilled
out, ample curves offered up to him. The air was cool on my body. I shuddered
as goosebumps rose on my skin. My nipples puckered and hardened.
    Justin cupped a
breast in each hand, warming me instantly. His teeth grazed one nipple, then
the other, his hot tongue flicking at the tips until my breath started to
hitch. Then he took a nipple deep into his mouth and suckled. The sensation was
like warm velvet stroking me. I gasped when he increased the suction, my