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I pull one out and stand, stripping my shirt off in one rough motion. Her eyes lock onto me as I undo my jeans and roll the condom down my cock. Her eyes go wide and her mouth falls open when she sees the full, throbbing length of me.

"Holy shit," she says. I can’t tell if that’s because of the size or because she just found out exactly where my favorite tattoo is.

I smirk. "You gonna be a good girl and take it all?"

"I can’t believe this is happening," she shrieks, then immediately rolls onto her side, burying her face in the pillow.

I catch her arm before she gets far, gently turning her back toward me.

"Eyes on me." The words come out rough. "I want you to remember this. Six years. I haven't let anyone close in six years... and I broke every damn rule I had for you."

She nods frantically, biting her lip so hard I’m surprised she doesn’t draw blood.

I pin her wrists above her head with one hand, and lean down to capture her mouth in a bruising kiss. She moans into me, her tongue desperate, but I pull back, leaving her panting and wrecked. Fuck, she’s so fucking needy already, and I haven’t even started.

Her pussy is drenched, slick and swollen, wetness dripping down her thighs as I tease her clit with my cock. Her arousal coats my shaft in the most mouthwatering way. Her nails claw at my shoulders, leaving angry red trails that only make me harder. She's trembling, her legs shaking as she tries to wrap them around my waist, but I pin her thighs open wider, holding her right on the edge.

“Please,” she whimpers, her voice breaking.

"You ever been with someone my age, shortcake?" I smirk, dragging the tip of my cock against her slowly, until it notches her entrance. "You sure you can handle it?"

I don’t push in just yet. I savor the moment—the way her pussy clenches before I even make my way in, the way her breath hitches, the way her body is begging for it. She lets out a whine that sends a jolt of heat straight to my cock.

“No,” she says, frustrated. “Are you gonna change that, or are you gonna keep making me wait?”

“Areyousure you can take me?” I ask, giving her another chance to change her mind.

“No,” she moans, arching up, trying to force me inside. “But do it anyway.”

“Make me proud, baby,” I say, pushing inside—just enough to make her gasp. Her walls clamp down around me greedily as I continue, she takes me inch by inch, and I swear I’ve never felt anything so fucking perfect. Her pussy is so warm, so tight, her body shaking as I stretch her open inch by agonizing inch.

“Finally,” she moans, her eyes roll back.

“We’re at half,” I rasp.

“Shit,” she says, her nails press in harder.

“Want me to stop?” I ask, my cock throbs inside her.

“No,” her hips jerk up, desperate for more. “Please don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” I say, as my hand wraps around her throat. I push deeper, her pussy gripping me even tighter as I slam into her. She screams, her body arching off the bed, her tits press against me, her nipples hard as ice. She’s mine now—every inch of her.

“Oh, god yes,” she sobs, her head falling back, her hair splayed across the pillow.

“You’re perfect,” I breathe, pulling out just enough to slam back in. “You’re taking me so fucking well.”

She kisses my neck before her teeth sink into my shoulder blade, and my whole body tenses. I grab her hips, angling her where I want her. The sound of her moans is pure fucking bliss.

“Damn,” I groan, my voice raw with need. “You feel incredible.”

“Dutton,” she gasps, "It feels so good.”

“Keep sayin’ my name baby,” I say as my hips roll, setting a rhythm that’s both punishing and addictive, each thrust sending pleasure crashing through me.

The way she feels is indescribable. Her nails as they scrape down my back, her teeth graze my neck before her lips soothe every mark they leave. I've always liked a little pain with my pleasure, and I can't get enough of it.

I don’t go easy. I fuck her—hard, relentless, my hips slamming into hers, the bed rattling beneath us.