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“Ungh.” He makes the sexiest fucking noise I’ve ever heard. “Fuck.”

“Fuck,” I groan at the same time, and our gazes lock.

“More,” he pants. “All of it.Please.”

With a surge of my hips, I give him everything, and the world explodes in a flurry of white wings. For an eternal moment, we both simply breathe.

“Rocket,” he whispers, voice vibrant with awe. “You’re inside me.”

I’minsidehim.

He shifts his hips, sending fireworks over my skin.

“Don’t,” I gasp. “Shit. Talk about baseball or something.”

“I don’t know anything about baseball.” His breathless chuckle only makes it worse.

I have not waited eleven years to lose it in the first twenty seconds.

His ass is squeezing my cock so tightly I couldn’t move if I wanted to, and a strangled whimper escapes me. I start to pull back, to reach between us and squeeze the base of my dick, but he clamps his thighs around me and tightens his grip in my hair.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

“This isn’t me being gentle. This is me trying not to end thisbefore it begins.”

“You’ll be fine. Take a minute.” He peppers my jaw with soft, sucking kisses. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Fuck.” I drop my forehead to his. “Okay.”

“Look at me.” He shifts again, minutely, and I groan over his lips, but I open my eyes. He’severywhere. So much blue. His body tugs at me like gravity. He’s the edge of the world, and I’m falling free.

“Kiss me,” he pleads. “It’ll help.”

Oh god.

But the tide recedes—enough that I suck in an ardent breath made of his wicked tongue and darkling smile—and my limbs regain the barest semblance of sentience.

Here is the smooth jut of his hip under my palm.

Here is the slide of his thigh, sweat-slick along my ribs.

Andhereis the impossibly tight heat of him clamped around my cock.

I’m having sex with Gemiah Farrel.

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All the Ways

Gemiah

Age 24 (Now)

Okay. So maybe I didn’t think this whole getting-railed-in-the-woods-by-Rocket’s-massive-dick thing through.

The bark of the tree is rough at my back, and my ribs are reminding me they’re still bruised. Josha’s legs are vibrating with a scant tremble that travels up his torso to shiver over my neck with each exhale, and his fucking cock isnothinglike the glass plug. It throbs in my ass, hot and huge andalive. This is a fullness far beyond my—admittedly naive—imaginings. The fact that it’s about a thousand times better is the only thing stopping me from flying to pieces. I desperately want him to move, but I’m afraid there’s nowhere left for him to go.

“I need—” he says, and his hips stutter convulsively, instantly proving me wrong. Hecanget deeper, andoh god, it’s incredible and too much and everything I fucking asked for. A broken gasp rips from my lips, and my thighs tighten instinctivelyaround his waist.