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He smirks, that stupid smirk I hated at first that I’m now finding … tolerable. He slides another finger inside of me, and my mouth opens ina silent gasp. “Yeah, youdefinitelydon’t hate me.” He curls his fingers downward, and I cry out, gripping the bedsheets.

“That’s a good girl.”

It’s humiliating, being praised by him, but I can’t help the fact that it makes me even wetter. And he’s aware of that, I know it.

He curls his fingers again, finding my g-spot, pressing hard and making slow, deliberate circles. I gasp, my hips bucking on their own accord, opening me obscenely and humiliatingly wider for him. But the worst part? I don’t even care.

I’d beg him for more if he asked me to.

He pumps his fingers in and out of me until I’m a whimpering, pathetic mess. Then he stands and takes a step back, pulling his sweats down and stepping out of them.

“Do you have a condom?” he asks.

I wrack my fuzzy brain, then remember. “My purse,” I say. “On the counter.” I don’t make it a habit to have sex with random men, but I do consider myselfa prepared woman. Honestly, I’ve probably given them out to friends at the club more often than I’ve used them myself.

I flip back around, smoothing my hair as Cruz fumbles through my purse in the kitchen before returning, ripping the wrapper with his teeth. It’s then that I realize he’s fully naked—and my gaze travels downward.

My eyes widen. Holy shit, the cowboy is hung. I don’t realize my mouth is open until a deep chuckle pulls me back to reality. “Stop drooling, Princess.”

I shut my mouth, sucking in a breath through my nose. “I, um—I’ve never …”

I watch as he glides the condom over the tip of his penis and then down the shaft. I swallow. Will that even fitinsideof me?

Cruz squats to a kneeling position in front of me, taking my face in both hands and kissing me. The kiss is deep, slow, his tongue dancing with mine, and I find my fears melting away. Still kissing me,his hands leave my face and find the skin of my waist, traveling upward, grabbing the hem of my tank and breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over my head and throw it aside.

He glances down at my heaving breasts, his lips parting ever so slightly. Then he scoops his hands under my ass, lifting me up and tossing me backward on the bed a few feet. He moves, crawling across the bed, hovering over me. He presses kisses to my stomach, to my breasts, finding a nipple and sucking.

I arch my back, moaning softly.

He flicks my nipple with his tongue, then moves to the other breast and does the same. He kisses up my chest, my neck, and I can feel him positioning himself at my entrance.

My stomach dips—from both arousal and just a bit of nerves.

And then he’s pushing himself inside of me.

I gasp at the sensation of slowly being stretched. The pleasure, the pain, of feeling he can’t possiblygo father—and then he does. “Holy …fuck, Cruz,” I mutter.

His thumb finds my nipple, drawing slow, lazy circles. “You can take it, Princess,” he murmurs against my ear. “Be a good girl, and take all of me.”

I whimper as I do as he says, surrendering to the feel of him stretching me wide open, pushing my limits, until he’s fully sheathed inside of me.

I didn’t think I could feel this full, this exposed, this fucked. Cruz leans up, his gaze catching mine and his thumb brushing across my cheek. “You okay?” he breathes, and I nod, even though it hurts just a bit.

But it’s the kind of hurt that has me begging for more—a delicious kind of hurt.

He presses his lips to mine and then starts slowly thrusting out and then in. I moan into his mouth, unable to contain myself. The pain, the pinch, slowly recedes, now replaced by sheer and utter pleasure—more intense than anything I’ve ever felt. Heestablishes a rhythm, and I’m gasping as pleasure shoots through my entire body with each thrust.

Cruz sits up, grabbing and anchoring himself against my legs in order to pump faster, harder. I practically scream at the sensation, stars dancing before my eyes.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, running a free hand up my stomach, squeezing my breast. “Taking me so well.”

I arch my back, whimpering, all sense of dignity dead and gone.

“Doing such a good job.”

He slams into me, and I cry out.

“You take my cock so well, Princess.”