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I kiss her.

It’s passionate—so damn passionate.

It’s one that makes two people come together.

I fuck Genesis like a man would with a woman he wants to keep forever.

“I’m …” she moans, breaking our kiss to move her head from side to side, struggling to fight her orgasm so this will last longer.

“Yes, take this cock raw and come all over it,” I groan, sucking on her neck and licking her sweat. “Give me all your cum like I’m about to give you all mine.”

Not even a second later, she falls apart beneath me.

I grip the flare of her hips, throw her legs back over my shoulders, and pound into her hard.

I lose any rhythm I had, getting lost in her pussy.

In everything she is.

Her entire waist is off the bed as I hold it up and fuck her ruthlessly.

No more giving it to her slow.

My cock grows harder, pulsing inside her soft pussy. I can feel my pulse in my spine as I give her three final strokes, and pleasure shoots through my entire body.

I tightly grip her hips, holding her in place, and come inside her so hard, hoping this is the night I put a baby inside her.

I collapse on my back,and Genesis and I lie there, catching our breaths.

Draping my arm over my face, I try to calm myself, to come down from the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.

It was so fucking vanilla too.

Missionary, on a bed, with—dare I say it—an emotional connection?

Oh, fuck me.

Our breathing creates the perfect melody, and neither of us says a word.

Minutes pass until she turns on her side, holding herself up on her elbow, and she smiles down at me. Her face is red and sweaty, and her red lipstick is smeared across her face. Black remnants of mascara are on her cheeks.

I like knowing I messed up her makeup.

That I was the only one able to do something like that.

Her eyes are tired and dreamy, and I can tell I fucked nearly all the energy out of her.

Even with all that, she’s so damn beautiful.

This might sound bad, but deep down, I’m almost happy her parents fucked her over. If they hadn’t, she wouldn’t be in my bed right now.

I needed that push that told me if I didn’t act then, I’d lose her forever.

My gaze shifts from her face to where she’s holding herself up. I blink, zeroing in on the butterfly tattoos, trying to get the best view of them I can.

When that isn’t enough, I snatch her wrist and pull it closer. She topples forward, resting her other hand on my chest so she doesn’t fall. I can’t stop myself from planting a kiss on the butterflies.

Each one is different.