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“I’m in charge, Beck,” I said, before I could think about it. As the words left my lips, my body tensed, like it was waiting for him to react poorly to my statement.

His eyes met mine, hot and needy.

The tension in my middle eased just slightly.

“You’re perfect,” he rumbled against me.

Then, he slowly pulled away, dragging his tongue down the inside of my thigh as he let go. I felt the loss when he slid his fingers out of my channel, but wanted what was coming too desperately to react.

Beck—it seemed wrong to think of him as Bauther when he was about to be inside me—lifted me by my thighs. I released his hair, grabbing his shoulders as he carried me through the house. I’d never had a tour, so I didn’t know exactly where we were headed, but I had a safe guess.

And it proved correct when he carried me right into his bedroom.

“The kitchen wasn’t good enough?” I asked.

“Not for your first time.”

I appreciated that, tremendously.

“You’re still going to have to be in charge. I refuse to hurt you,” he said, as he sat down on the bed and pulled me onto his lap. The length of his erection pressed against my clit, hot and hard.

I bit my lip, suddenly less sure than I’d been. Though I was still horny, pain didn’t sound great.

His mouth caught mine before I could start overthinking anything, and our tongues met. I could taste my pleasure on his lips, and it made my toes curl.

All worries left my mind as we made out.

I gripped his hair again as I moved my hips, grinding against his cock.

His hands worked my breasts before sliding down to my ass.

Desire swelled within me, and I wanted more.

I wanted him.

Beck was so damn huge, I just had to ease away a little to find the head of his cock. I moaned into his mouth when it pressed against my entrance, and his grip on my ass tightened.

I lowered my weight over him, and he swore against my lips when the head of his cock finally pushed inside me.

My brain short-circuited at the feeling.

He was so hard.

So insanely thick.

So hot.

But it wasn’t enough.

I gave myself a minute to adjust before I lowered myself further, taking a few more inches of him. There was a little resistance, and some pain, but I pushed through, crying out when I was past the worst of it.

He cursed against my mouth again, his voice strained and his grip tight. “You’re a fucking dream, Si.”

I was too overwhelmed, and breathing too fast, to reply.

But when I’d adjusted, I finally sank down the rest of the way. He bottomed out inside me, and our bodies were more connected than I’d ever imagined was possible.

And it felt good.