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I find myself nestled between her thighs with my lips working a line up her throat. The heat of her wet pussy calls to my stiff dick until I find myself pressing against her.

My thighs shake in restraint, poised to claim her. “You tell me, my little rebel. Fast, or slow?”

Chapter Sixteen

Libby

The press of hisbody over me makes it hard to focus on his words. My limbs writhe around him trying to touch as much as I can.

“Both. All of it,” I pant out, the pressure between my thighs increasing when he lets his hips settle.

“You know I don’t want to hurt you.” He rolls his pelvis, working himself incrementally into me.

“I swear—” I cling to his shoulders, letting my heels dig into his legs. “—I’m gonna go buy a dildo and do it myself if you d—”

With a single thrust he sinks into me.

Oh, fuck.

There was a pinch, but not as bad as I expected.

I just feel so…full.

Like I’m being stretched from the inside.

Worry raises his brows as he peppers soft kisses along my jaw.

He pulls back, then fills me slowly again.

“You okay?” he whispers against the shell of my ear.

Biting my lip, I nod as cold sweat prickles my forehead.

But the pain fades with his gentle movements.

“You’re taking me so good, baby. You’re so fucking tight, I was worried it was going to hurt more.” He raises my knee, then drives himself even deeper as a low groan rumbles from his chest.

The pressure building in my belly is different than before.

His lips, his tongue, his fingers…they only went so far.

This feels as if he’s becoming a part of my soul. My very essence fills with him in a way I never knew possible.

Why did I fight this for so long?

Because I was waiting for him to be the one.

He pauses, cupping my cheek to turn me up for a tender kiss. “Talk to me, baby. I’ll stop if it’s too much.” His palm scorches down my side to grip my ass, freezing us together.

“Don’t you dare.” I tighten my legs around him and shift my pelvis to gain some much needed friction. “It feels better than I ever imagined.” Heat coils in me like a ball of fire when he starts to move again.

“It does,” he growls, burying himself in another long motion. His thumb works between our bellies, and when he makes contact with my sensitive clit, it makes a spark jolt through me.

“Fuck. So close. Come with me, rebel. I need you to.” His words choke out in gasps as his thrusts grow in power, rocking me with every piston.

Deeper.

Harder.