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Ah. “She left.” The ghost of his past hung between us, the vulnerability cracking through his tough exterior. I hated Andrea so much.

“Yeah.” His voice was barely a whisper.

I lifted his hands and placed them where I wanted them: on my breasts, over the lace bra that cupped my aching mounds, guiding his palms to cup the full weight. “I’m not going anywhere. And this clasp is front-closure, by the way.”

He laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that shook his chest and eased the tension in his shoulders, his forehead dropping to my collarbone, breath hot against my skin. “I’m an idiot.”

“You’re my idiot.” I unhooked it myself with a flick, the fabric falling away to bare my breasts to the cool air, nipples pebbling instantly under his gaze. I watched his eyes darken, pupils blowing wide as he drank in the sight of my tits heaving with each breath, pink tips begging for attention. “Better?”

“So much better.”

The shaking stopped completely, replaced by a focused hunger. His mouth found my throat first, lips sucking a mark into the skin just below my jaw, then trailing down to my collarbone, nipping sharply before soothing with his tongue. He moved lower, mapping the curve of my breast with open-mouthed kisses, teeth grazing the swell before he latched onto one nipple, sucking hard enough to make me arch off the bed with a gasp. The wet pull of his mouth sent sparks straight to my core, my pussy clenching as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud, the rough pads of his fingers pinching and rolling the other, tugging until it throbbed.

He took his time, learning me like a blueprint. The stubble on his jaw scraped deliciously over my skin, a contrast to the wet heat of his mouth, every sensation amplified in the quiet room, our breaths the only sound in the room.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured against the underside of my breast, his voice muffled as he licked a stripe up to the neglected nipple, laving it with broad strokes that made my toes curl.

“You. All of you. Now.” My hands roamed his back, tracing the powerful flex of muscles, down to grip his ass, urging him closer.

“Specific, love. I want to hear you say it, beg for it like the needy girl you are, pussy dripping for my cock.”

Heat flooded my face, but the filth in his tone only made me wetter, my arousal slicking my thighs. “I want you inside me. I want you to stop being careful and just fucking take me… Pound my cunt until I can’t walk straight.”

I’d done it. I’d actually said it.

The sound he made was barely human, a guttural snarl that vibrated against my skin as he stripped my underwear off with one hand, the fabric tearing slightly in his haste, exposing my soaked pussy to the air, lips swollen and glistening.

He shoved his boxer briefs down with the other, kicking them away, and then he was there, settling between my thighs, the hot, leaking head of his cock pressing against my entrance, parting my folds with a slick slide that made us both moan.

“Condom,” he whispered, even as my hips tilted up, trying to draw him in, the stretch already teasing my hole.

He paused, eyes locked on mine, the tip of his cock nudging my clit in a way that made me whimper. “I think I have some in-”

“I’m clean, tested last month,” I interrupted him, “And I’m on birth control. If…If you want to forget about the condoms. If not, condom is okay as well.” My voice was strained, needy.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Okay. No condom.” His voice was rough, restraint etched in every line of his body, but the raw need in his gaze made my heart stutter.

I breathed, wrapping my legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass. “I want to feel you bare, Ty. Every inch, every pulse. Cum inside me. Mark me as yours.”

That broke him.

With a curse, he thrust forward, burying his cock to the hilt in one brutal stroke, stretching my walls around his thickness until I felt impossibly full, the burn of the intrusion melting into white-hot pleasure as he bottomed out, his balls slapping against my ass.

“Fuck, you’re tight, love. So wet and hot, gripping me like a vice,” he groaned, holding still for a beat to let me adjust, his forehead pressed to mine, breaths mingling.

“Okay?” he asked.

“More than okay. Move.”

Then he moved, pulling back almost all the way before slamming in again, setting a punishing rhythm that rocked the bedframe, the headboard thumping against the wall. Each thrust dragged over every sensitive spot inside me, his pubic bone grinding my clit with every deep plunge, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room, mingled with my moans and his grunts. Sweat slicked our bodies, his chest sliding over my breasts, nipples dragging sparks with every movement.

I loved every single second of it.

“Harder,” I demanded, nails raking down his back, urging him on as the coil in my belly tightened, pleasure building like a storm. He obliged, hips snapping faster, cock pistoning in and out of my dripping cunt, the obscene squelch of my arousal coating him, dripping down to soak the sheets.

“Like that? Fuck, Sam. You feel… fuck, you feel incredible. Taking my dick so well, baby - your pussy’s milking me, gonna make me fill you up,” he panted, one hand gripping the headboard, the other sliding between us to rub rough circles on my clit, the dual assault pushing me toward the edge. “Holy fucking heaven.”

“Ty…” I moaned. I was so, so close.