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Emma doesn’t stir as I move to lie on the bed beside her, and when I stroke her arm tentatively, she turns onto her side to curl against my chest, letting out a contented, sleepy sigh.

Gods. I was excited about the prospect of sex, but this? Having Emma nestled against me, being able to wrap my arms around her and breathe in her scent as she rests in my embrace? This here is bliss.

CHAPTER 8

EMMA

I wakeup after an amazing night’s sleep surrounded by warmth, the intoxicating scent of something spicy and slightly musky, and an enormous, rock hard dick pressed against my back. It takes me a moment to remember where I am and who that cock belongs to.

Ren.Shit, I fell asleep!

I sit up, or at least attempt to, but the arm banded around my waist keeps me pressed against the sleeping giant curled beside me. He lets out a low groan that sends a spike of arousal through me, reminding me of why I’m here in the first place.

Despite his unrelenting hold, I’m able to roll over to face him, or rather face into Ren’s massive chest, and tentatively reach between our bodies to palm his rigid cock through his underwear.

Ren grunts, his hips canting into my touch, and I suck in a breath as my body ignites at the thought ofwhat it would be like to feel that beast of a cock rutting inside me. It’d hurt at first—there’s no way it wouldn’t—but god, I want it. The thought of the rough stretch melting into a blissful fullness beyond anything ever dreamed of makes me feverish with need.

“Ren. Wake up, baby,” I say softly, reluctantly pulling my hand away. He’s hard, but we didn’t talk about doing anything like this, and I don’t want to mistake his arousal for willingness to get a sleeping handjob.

“Mmm, what?” His sleep-soaked voice is sinfully rough, making me shiver.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep,” I murmur, able to pull back far enough to look him in the eye now that he’s released me from his dreaming hold.

He blinks down at me in a momentary stupor, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. “You’re still here. I’m the one who should be sorry. It took forever.” He groans and closes his eye with a grimace.

“It’s okay, you can make it up to me.” I slide up on the bed so we’re face to face, and press a kiss to the side of his mouth, worried about my morning breath.

“I’d do anything for you,” he says reverently, his giant hands coming up to cradle my hips.

“Did you get what you needed?” I ask, breath speeding up as his fingers knead into my flesh in response to my question.

“Yeah,” he rasps, his cock twitching against my leg.

I bring my lips to his ear, nipping at his earlobe. “Then what are you waiting for, big guy? Fuck me.”

Ren moves surprisingly fast for a man as massive as he is, rolling me onto my back and tearing down the covers as he slides down the bed and tugs my thighs apart. He doesn’t bother taking my panties off, just tugs them to the side and buries his face against my pussy with a deep, almost tortured moan as he gets his first taste.

“Oh! Fuck, okay!” I gasp as Ren’s huge tongue laps at me, and he groans, the vibration against my clit making my hips buck up against the intense sensation.

He looks up from between my thighs, his large single eye widening in alarm. The sight is so strange, but endearing because it’s Ren. Big, sweet, goofy Ren who apparently eats pussy like he’s starving. “Sorry! Is this alright?” He licks his lips and lets out a soft hum of pleasure. “You taste so good. Please tell me it’s alright.”

I thread my hand through his hair and gently push his mouth back down where I need it. “It’s more than alright. Keep going.”

Given the green light, Ren goes wild on me. It’s a singular, incredibly hot experience having a man with a tongue twice the size of yours groaning with abandon into your pussy while he licks and sucks every inch of your pussy. I could get addicted to the feel of Ren’s mouth on me. Hell, I think I already am.

“You’re gonna make me come,” I gasp, my fingerstightening in his hair. I’m so close to falling over the edge, but instead of persisting, he pulls back, going to teasing flicks and strokes of his tongue. “No!” I cry out in frustration.

Ren looks up at me, mischief gleaming in his eye. “Sorry, I wasn’t done yet.”

“Youweren’t done?” I ask, practically panting with the need to come.

“Yeah. If you came, I’d have to stop,” he says, sounding just as on edge.

This man. No,monster. He’s a little different than I expected. Less hesitant. And fuck if it isn’t sexy. “Make me come. I promise you can keep eating me out after.” I almost tell him he can stay down there as long as he wants, but I’m getting the impression that he’d never stop, and I want him inside me.

“Promise?” he asks, like I’m doing him a favor.

“Yeah, baby. Please, I need it.”