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“Lawson,” I say again.

He captures my lips, kissing me again as he slides his fingers free finally, then reaching for the condom.

I lean back so I can watch. He smirks. “Do you want to help?”

I shake my head. “You do it.”

He rolls it on smoothly, then grasps my hips, moving me forward and lifting me. “Take my cock and line it up,” he says.

I grip the heavy length, stroking over the smooth texture of the condom.

“Sutton,” he says tightly. “I’m on edge here, honey.”

“Sorry.” But I giggle.

He squeezes my hips. “Put me inside you,” he says firmly. But he’s also smiling. “I’m dying. I need this pussy around me. Need to feel you come all over my dick.”

I shiver and position the head of his cock at my entrance. “Okay.”

“You ready for me?” His fingers curl into my hips.

“I’ve been ready for you for a long time, Law.”

“I love you.”

Happy tears sting my eyes. “I love you too.”

“Take me, Pumpkin. Slow. You’re in charge. It’s gonna be a tight fit.”

I pull my lip between my teeth and nod, then slowly lower myself.

He continues to hold me, making sure it’s slow and steady.

“Fuck,” he breathes out.

My toes actually curl as he fills and stretches me.

“Lawson,” I say when he’s all the way inside. There’s an achy burn. Pressure. Stretch. But being connected to him like this is amazing.

“I know,” he answers. “It’s so fucking good.”

I swallow. “Now what?”

He smiles at me. “Now it gets really good.” He lifts me, dragging me up along his length.

“Oh.”

Then he lowers me.

I breathe out.

He does it again.

Yeah, that is good. The pressure and burn have receded, and now there’s just heat and pleasure.

I lift myself this time, needing to pick up the pace.

He blows out a breath. “Fuck. Sutton.”