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He adds, "I can't wait to flip you over and finally take that tight little virgin asshole. I want you dripping down my balls when I push inside it."

The filthy promise is too much. Pleasure detonates. My back arches hard off the bed as a powerful squirt erupts out of me, soaking his cock, his thighs, the sheets beneath us in pulsing waves while I cry out. "Oh…my…God! J-Jagger. Oh!"

"That's it," he praises through gritted teeth. "Give it to me. Come for me so I can claim the rest of what's mine."

The last powerful pulse leaves me shaking and gasping, still squirting weakly around his cock as the orgasm finally starts to fade.

He doesn't give me a second to recover.

The moment my body goes limp, he pulls out, grips my hips, and flips me onto my stomach in one strong, effortless motion. My cheek presses into the mattress. He kisses my shoulder, mutters, "Fuck, I love you," then yanks my hips up so I'm on my knees, ass in the air, completely exposed and still dripping.

His hands smooth slowly over my ass, almost reverent for a moment, before his thumbs dig in and spread me wide. The cool air hits every slick, sensitive inch of me—my still-throbbing pussy and the tight little hole above it that no one has ever touched.

A full-body shiver races through me. My stomach flips with a mix of nerves and raw, aching need. I'm completely exposed, held open for him, and the vulnerability of it makes my pulse hammer in my throat. But the throb between my legs only gets stronger.

I want this. I want him to have all of me. So my fingers fist the sheets as I wait, trembling, for whatever he does next.

"Stay just like that," he orders, voice rough with hunger as he spreads me open with both hands. "I'm taking what's mine now."

The broad, slick head of his cock presses against the tight, untouched ring of muscle. He doesn't push yet. Instead, he leans over me, one hand braced beside my head, and kisses my lower neck. His mouth comes to my ear. "Breathe for me, darlin'. I've got you. Trust me."

I suck in a shaky breath, admitting, "I do."

"That's my sweetheart," he praises and keeps kissing my neck while pressing forward, slow and careful, until just the tip eases inside.

The stretch is intense. It's slightly burning, foreign, and almost too much. A soft, startled sound escapes me.

He pulls back, rubbing my ass cheek.

Tingles race under his palm.

He puts his mouth near my cheek.

I turn my head.

His lips find mine. He pauses and stares at me between kisses. "You're so fucking hot, sugar. You want me to stop or keep going?"

My fingers twist in the sheets. "Y-yes…just go slow."

He rubs my ass cheek again. "I will."

"I want you to have all of me," I add.

He kisses me so intensely, I get dizzy. His free hand strokes soothingly up and down my spine. At some point, he begins to rock in the tiniest increments, working himself deeper one careful inch at a time, then drawing himself out.

It doesn't take long before my tiny, incoherent sounds fill the air and I'm enjoying the feeling. I begin to push my ass back to get more of him inside me.

It feels like forever before his hips finally meet my ass and he's buried to the hilt. The tight, deep fullness is overwhelming and completely different from anything I've ever felt. For a few seconds, he stays perfectly still, giving me time to adjust, breathing hard against the back of my neck.

"That's it," he approves almost reverently, his voice semi-strained. "You're doing so fucking good, darlin'."

"You feel amazing," I breathe out hot.

A low, strained groan rumbles against the back of my neck. "Fuck, Lainey. You have no idea how perfect you feel wrapped around me like this."

He starts to move, making slow, careful rolls of his hips that work his cock in and out of my ass in shallow strokes. The stretch burns in the best way, every inch dragging against nerves I didn't even know I had.

He demands, "Reach between your legs. Play with your pretty, wet pussy. I want to feel you come with my cock buried deep inside you."