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“Don’t move an inch. I’m assuming you’re not on birth control?”

She gets this look of horror. “Shit, no… I forgot about⁠—”

“It’s fine.”

My jeans are on the floor by the closet. I get my wallet out of the back pocket, and there’s a single condom in there. It’s been there a while.

I tear it open with my teeth and roll it down my cock.

Star’s watching me over her shoulder. Her eyes go to my hand on my cock, then come back up to my face, and she wets her lips.

I’m not going to last.

I know it.

I get back on the bed behind her. I put one hand flat on the small of her back and slide the other between her legs. She’s dripping. Star pushes back onto my fingers straight away with a hard moan. I rub on her clit until her breathing hitches.

Then I work two fingers into her again. She’s so tight, but she takes them easier this time, and I stretch her, rubbing the pad of my thumb over her clit while I do it. It doesn’t take long before she’s rocking back against my hand until she’s breathing in hard little pants.

“Flint. Flint…please.”

I take my fingers out of her. I line the head of my cock up against her pussy and push in. I groan, keeping the tip of my finger on her clit.

Star mewls.

She’s tight, and I grunt, loving the feel of her.

So fucking tight that I grunt again.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

I push in slowly, and she opens for me slowly…so fucking slowly. I roll my hips. She’s hot and slick, gripping me. I watch myself disappear into her, one small thrust at a time, until my hips are flush against her sexy-as-fuck ass, and I’m buried all the way into her sweet, sweet pussy.

I’m breathing like there’s no more air.

I’m pretty sure I’ve died and gone straight to heaven.

My eyes roll back, and I grit my teeth.

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Star

I can’t move. I’m not sure I could if I tried.

I’m breathing hard, and my eyes are wide.

I’m having to brace against the mattress.

Flint is buried in me to the hilt, his hips pressed hard against my ass, and I have never been stretched like this. Not by anyone. Not even close.

It burns. A deep, dragging ache that reaches all the way up into my belly. The sting also feels oddly good.

I want more of it.

His hand slides around the front of my hip and dips low, and one finger lands on my clit. He doesn’t rub. He rests it there and presses the smallest circle, hardly moving at all, and my whole body lights up around that one point of contact.