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My center throbs; I love what those words do to me. His fingers land on the zipper at my back, slowly lowering it. The sound fills the room, adding to the erotic current we’re both trapped in.

“Is that what you want?” His caress trails slowly along my bare skin, and my back bows from the sensation.

“Yes.”

“Be careful what you wish for.” His mouth drops to my shoulder, leaving a kiss behind.

The more he touches me, the more aroused I become. The more desperate. He knows exactly what he’s doing. I have to remind myself that he’s a grown man. Not like the little boys I’ve kissed before.

His crown pushes into me just as his teeth sink into my nape before he licks the pain away. “All I want to do right now is take you hard and deep, but I don’t wanna hurt you, baby.”

Turning backward, I stare into his eyes, finding kindness within them. He’s definitely not from my world, that’s for sure. The last thing those men care about is whether they’re hurting the girl they’re fucking.

“Do it. I told you, don’t hold back.” I grab his forearm.

His mouth twitches with a half-smile, and before I can utter my next breath, he slams his hips into me, sheathing his thickness inside me. I wince from the pain. I should’ve reconsidered what I told him, but it’s definitely too late now.

“Shit, I’m hurting you.” He turns my head gently, his palm resting on my cheek, brows creased with concern.

“No, I’m fine.” My mouth trembles slightly, betraying me.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“This is new for me. It’s okay if it hurts.”

“It’s not okay.” He leans down and kisses me, his touch soft and reassuring, making my heart flutter at his tenderness.

“Look, someone had to do it. Might as well be you.” I crack a smile, hoping to ease the tension in his face.

Instead, his expression tightens, like he’s just learned someone’s ruined his favorite car.

“That’s right—it’ll be me.” His hips begin to move, slow but deliberate. “It’ll always be me.”

All restraint leaves him as his thrusts grow harder, driving deeper with each one, until all the pain is completely replaced with the pleasure he allows me to have. His fingers curl around my throat just tight enough to steal my breath, leaving me with only enough air to savor this intoxicating moment.

“Oh God, yes!”

“Stay quiet, love,” he hums, his voice rich and smooth, like velvet against my skin. “Unless you want an audience. Because I promise, I won’t stop for anyone.”

I sink my teeth into the inside of my cheek, desperate to muffle my moans, but it’s useless. The more he pumps into me, the more I’m spiraling.

“You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever fucked.” His hand climbs up from my throat, grabbing my jaw hard as he whispers against my ear. “And I’m never gonna let you go.”

Please don’t.

With every deep, commanding thrust, he consumes me, and I surrender to him completely. His fingers trail down my hip, gliding to my core before teasing me with a flick that sends my eyes rolling back.

“Yes, don’t stop!”

“Never. Gonna give my greedy girl exactly what she needs.”

When he pinches my clit, white-hot pleasure bursts behind my eyes, my fingers gripping the tablecloth in a frantic attempt to ground myself. But he doesn’t stop. He pulls out only to hoist me onto the table, the plate of cake crashing to the floor as his mouth devours every last tremor of my release.

“Best pussy I’ve ever tasted.” His moans vibrate against my skin, his tongue gliding over me, teasing and tormenting until I’m powerless to contain the desperate cries spilling from my lips.

I don’t know how long he fucks me or how many times I actually come because I’ve lost all ability to count.

Or think.