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I reach for his cock, wrapping my fingers tight and stroking. I toy with the piercing at the tip, gliding my thumb over the bead of cum that leaks out. When I do it again, he snaps, sweeping me up and planting me in the center of the bed so he can climb over me.

“Someone’s impatient,” I tease, tipping my head back as he kisses my throat.

“You have no idea.” He strokes his cock, glancing at the door at the side of the room. “Condoms are in the bathroom.”

“I’m on birth control.” I grab his forearms as he starts to move. “And I got checked after… well, you know about my ex.”

His jaw tightens.

“Unless you’re worried about you.” I can’t even look at him when I say that, but he pinches my chin, turning my face to his.

“I got tested before coming to town, and I haven’t done anything with anyone since I’ve been in Texas.”

“Nothing?”

He shakes his head. Why does that give me such a thrill?

“I don’t fuck without protection,” he says, staring into my eyes.

“If you don’t want to⁠—”

“That’s not what I’m saying. What I’m saying is I’ve never not worn a condom.” He drags the head of his cock through my pussy, and his shoulders tighten. “But you⁠—”

It’s like he can’t bring himself to finish that thought with words, so he does it with action. Shane thrusts hard and deep, claiming me in one swift move. My toes curl, knees bending and thighs widening as I fight to accommodate him. He stretches me without mercy, taking me like he couldn’t stand to wait a second longer.

And his piercings. “Oh god.”

“Good or bad? Talk to me.” He brushes my hair out of my face.

“Good.” I shift my hips, the piercings hitting places I didn’t know existed. “So, so good. Do not stop. Don’t⁠—”

He moves, and I can’t finish my thought. Shane grabs my wrists, pinning them overhead as his hips snap. He pumps into me, and I’m halfway between holding it together and completely falling apart.

“I told you that you could take it,” he whispers against my neck.

Biting and kissing and fucking. Claiming every inch of my body.

“Look at your perfect tits.” He lets go of my hands, curling so he can roll one of my nipples between his teeth. He releases it with a pop, lifting up and snapping his hips hard. “Look at your pussy taking my cock so well. Stretching so good for me.”

I glance down, but I can barely see anything. It’s like I’m in a haze of pleasure, and I never want to come down. My nails drag down his back, and he grunts, fucking me harder.

“Shane,” I mumble, losing my train of thought as he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder and forces my body to widen for him.

My stomach is in my throat as he drives deeper, bottoming out with every strong rock of his hips. Another rush of pleasure starts to build, even more intense this time. Nails digging into his shoulders, my head thrashes back and forth.

“It’s so much. I can’t come⁠—”

“You can.” He kisses the inside of my leg, fucking me deep and digging his thumb into the arch of my foot at the same time. “Let go, Harloe.”

Shane’s chest lowers, widening my legs as he fucks me slow and stares into my eyes. Every hard inch of inked and scarred skin is hot as I drown in the feel of him. From his lips brushing my mouth to his hand squeezing my foot to the hard pump of his hips, he slowly guides me to a peak.

We move as one.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers against my mouth. “I’ve got you.”

I don’t think he realizes what he’s promising or how badly I wish it could make this permanent. I lie to myself as I curl around him. As I bundle into his safety and let go in a way I never have with a person.

My climax rocks through me, and I’m squeezing him so tightly that I feel every ripple. Every thrust. Every deep strike of his piercing hitting me right where I need him. My arms shiver. My thighs shake.