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"What?" She's panting now as I take my time teasing her. "Yes. Yes."
"I don't believe you," I say. "Look how wet you are."
I emphasize it by sliding a second finger into her sopping heat.
"You're a naughty girl, Annie. Trying to fool me. Virgins don't have such dirty mouths."
"I'm not a—"
"Are you lying to me?"
She shakes her head.
"Don't lie," I say, withdrawing my fingers.
"No, no," she gasps. "I swear."
"Shh," I murmur. "I know."
I kiss her, and she sighs into my mouth, her arms coming around me.
"Cole," she says. "I want you. So badly."
I lean back and look down at her.
Her blonde hair is fanned out on the pillow, and her blue eyes are wide, her lips swollen from our kisses.
"Beautiful," I say.
"Please," she whimpers.
"I love the way you beg," I say, kissing her neck, my hands stroking between her legs, caressing her, bringing her back up.
She's gasping for air, writhing against me, trying to get some relief, but I don't let her.
When she's a whimpering mess again, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around me, her body moving desperately, her hips grinding against me, her voice is a sob when she cries out my name.
"Cole, Cole, Cole, please. Please, please, please. I can't. I can't. Fuck me, Cole. Please, fuck me."
"Look at me, Annie," I demand, and she forces her eyes open.
They're hazy and unfocused, but they're on mine.
"If it's too much, tell me, and I'll stop," I say.
"Now," she whines. "Don't stop. Don't stop."
"I will if you need me to," I assure her softly.
"Don't," she gasps.
"Shh," I murmur and shift between her legs.
I grab her thigh and hike it up over my hip, opening her wide.
She's watching me, her eyes wide, her chest heaving, as I take my cock and position myself against her.
I stroke her clit with my fingers, and she moans.