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He had me open—shaking. Eyes rolled back. Toes curled tight.

Every breath I took came out shaky. Every thought dissolved into nothing but him. The way he made me feel like I was breaking apart and being put back together all at once.

Then I broke. And when I came, I did so with tears on my cheeks. “Oh God,” I choked. My hips bucked, legs trembling, and I cried out his name. I needed him to hear how good he made me feel.

Seconds later, I was begging to feel him. He came back up my body slow, dragging his mouth along my skin, placing kisses like apologies between every heartbeat.

“Look at me,” he murmured.

I did.

His eyes weren’t soft. They were stormy. Wild. Like he was high.

He maneuvered a hand between us. My legs spread further when he found my clit. He stroked it a few times, long enough to make my eyes roll to the back of my head.

Then he watched me as he guided himself into me—slow, careful. He was big and thick, and I wasn’t prepared for the sting that came with being stretched by all of him. The breath rushed from my lungs. My nails dug into his shoulders.

“Sam,” I gasped his name, barely louder than a whisper.

He groaned, forehead pressing to mine. “I’ve waited so long for this,” he said. “Too long.” He said it like it had been more than four days, but I understood his sentiment.

His hips began to move—in and out—we pushed against each other. His hands moved over my waist, down my back, gripping the back of my thigh again to draw me even closer.

Every thrust took me higher. Every breath between us grew shorter. The tension built fast inside my core, pulling me closer to that edge.

“I can’t—” I choked out.

“I’ve got you,” he promised. “Let go.”

My second climax rolled through me—all heat and velvet, sharp at the edges. I held him deep, locked him there. He swallowed my gasp.

His rhythm shifted—going deeper, rougher, faster. He groaned my name, his hips rolling. I felt him begin to pull away.

My hands slid up his back, holding him tighter, legs wrapped around his waist.

“No,” I breathed, voice barely audible.

His eyes met mine, confused.

I shook my head and whispered, “Stay. Please… cum inside me.”

His breath caught. His hands froze on my hips.

“I want a baby,” I said, almost too quiet to hear, but he heard me. His body shook.

He looked down at me, face twisted in shock. His eyes burned. Then he kissed me deep and started to fuck me like he wanted one too. “I shouldn’t want this,” he said against my mouth. “But I do.”

“I want it,” I moaned, gripping him tighter, milking him.

And when he let go—deep inside me, body trembling against mine—I felt everything.

His pulse.

His cum.

His surrender.

Even as the world spun and our bodies shook, I held him there, refusing to let him go, locking my legs tighter around him.