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After I come undone, my body is trembling. Drake peeks up at me from between my thighs and glides his tongue along his bottom lip to lick the rest of my juices clean.

He makes room for himself between my thighs, fisting his long, hard cock in his hand as he stares down at me. My chest rises and falls with each moment that passes. The intensity in his gaze sets my skin on fire.

Lining his cock up at my entrance, he drags the tip along my slit. “Are you sure?”

His voice wavers when he speaks, and I realize something.

It’s not that Drake isn’t sure of himself.

No, that’s not the case at all. He’s so afraid of having a repeat of his past with me, he’s psyching himself out.

This is his way of giving me an excuse to change my mind.

But I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.

“Yes, I’m sure.” Placing my hand on his chest, I suck in a deep breath. “Drake, you can’t break me, remember that.”

“Yes, I can,” he hisses.

“It’s just you and me, okay?”

When he closes his eyes and sucks in a deep breath, I know he’s going to that dark place he visits every time he’s tried to have sex. He can’t move on with his life if he doesn’t push forward. So, it’s my job to make him see that he can’t hurt me, at least not on purpose.

“Drake, I love you.” I reach between us and guide the tip of his cock inside me, and when I do, Drake’s eyes snap open. “I trust you.”

With so few words, his resolve seems to fade, and his eyes flicker with acknowledgment. A deep guttural groan escapes from his lips. I cry out from the pressure of him breaking through my inner walls.

He takes the lead now, with only part of him nestled inside me.

There’s no way he can put the whole thing in the first time.

He’s close to thirteen inches, more than twice the average size.

Every inch he takes produces an intense rush of pain followed by extreme pleasure.

It’s the weirdest feeling ever, but I love every second.

He brushes the hair from my forehead and kisses me. “Are you okay, baby?” Drake whispers the words against my lips, his breath warming my cheeks. I nod, and he continues, “How does it feel?”

“Good,” I moan, digging my fingers into his biceps. “So good…”

He slowly slides in and out of me, staring down at our bodies joined. “Can you handle more? I’m only halfway in.”

Holy shit. And here I thought when I felt my inner walls tearing apart that he’d taken more than I had expected.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Keep going.”

Despite the pain, it feels too good to stop.

Drake takes both of my thighs and holds them tight against his chest. At this angle, he slides in deeper with little effort, though I’m feeling even more pressure with each inch he takes.

He picks up the pace, his eyes lidded and filled with lust. My man looks at me like he wants to conquer me, rule my body and claim me. And he’s doing just that.

Careful not to take too much, Drake maintains a pace that gives both of us the high we’re so desperately chasing.

He stretches me out, my insides clenching as I tighten my hold on his thick cock.

A brush of heat spreads down my arms and legs.

I’m warm all over, the sensation so intense it commands control of me.

Still holding my legs with his right arm, he bends forward to pinch my nipple between his fingers, changing the position. He’s even deeper now, my pussy sore from how much he’s stretching me open. I wonder how much more I can take, and if it is possible for him to break me.

I come again, digging my fingers into his bicep hard enough to leave a mark. He groans, his body shuddering. His cock pulses inside me, the feeling so intense I swear I could come again. Drake moans my name as his body jerks one last time, and then he collapses on top of me.

I can taste the saltiness on his lips when he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. He kisses me softly and with so much passion my head spins. When our lips finally separate, he peeks into my eyes, his cock still buried inside me.

“I,” he says while kissing the corner of my mouth, “love,” he finishes as his lips graze my jaw, “you.”

“I love you so much, Drake.” I take a handful of his dark hair between my fingers and give it a good tug that earns me one of his sexy smirks.

After he gives me a few more tender kisses, he inches out of me. My core aches from the loss of him.

Drake rolls onto his side and hooks his arm around my back, hugging me against his side.

I press my hand to his sweaty chest and sigh as he runs his fingers through my hair.

This moment is absolute perfection. Everything I ever could have imagined for my first time. And with Drake, it was so much more.

“How do you feel?” he asks me, his voice so deep and guttural it sends a shiver down my arms.

“I don’t know.” I shrug against him. “Like I just had sex for the first time.” Dragging my nails along his chest, I glance up at him. “How about you? You seemed to be able to work through everything from the past.”

“At first, it was hard,” he admits. “But once you said you love me and that you trust me, I knew it would be different with you… and it was.” Drake kisses the top of my head. “I’m glad you made me wait, Taylor. You are worth every second.”

Tears flood my vision from his confession. “So am I.”

“More like I worship you,” he growls, stroking my cheek with his fingers. “And if you can handle more, I’d like to show you how much.”

I giggle in response, tilting my head to the side for him to kiss my neck. Drake rolls me just enough so he can position himself behind me. And when I feel his long, hard length between my legs, a soft moan escapes from deep inside my belly.

“Show me,” I whisper.

He does what I command for the rest of the night, living up to his promise until I fall asleep with my head on his chest and his arm draped over me like a warm blanket.