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My cock and my chest both ache with the idea of working on it , of taking our time and learning each other, of having that time together.

I nod, reaching for her. “That’s alright, it can wait for another—”

“Jonah,” Susie says, arching a brow. “Just because I can’t quite deep throat that monster cock of yours doesn’t mean I want to stop.”

Fuck. I feel a flush rising on my cheeks, both at her filthy compliment and at the look in her eyes as she leans back over me.

“I can take you like this,” she murmurs, gripping me tightly with one hand and lowering her mouth. “You like it a little hard, right?”

Another strangled curse is the only reply I can manage, but she takes it for the yes it’s meant to be as she squeezes me even harder and parts her lips.

Susie works me just like that—one hand around my shaft, the other dragging over my thigh, then up to cup my balls and give them a gentle tug.

Her mouth is utter fucking sin on me, tongue pressed to the sensitive spot on my frenulum, over the head of my cock to lap at the precome flowing freely, moving in tandem with her hand as she learns just how to make me fall apart.

When I feel myself tipping perilously close to that edge, I tangle my hand in her hair again and tug gently. Susie catches my meaning immediately and pulls off of me with a satisfied smirk, panting a little and looking terribly, ruinously pleased with herself.

It fans the flames in me even higher, makes me greedy with her as I grab her around the waist and flip her over so she’s on her back on the mattress.

I make a move to crawl back over her, press myself into her, and sink into all the incredible warmth and softness of her, but she lays a hand against my chest. She pushes me back softly, and I follow the wordless command, kneeling on the bed.

Then she turns over.

She pushes up to her hands and knees, putting her perfect, pert ass on full display.

“Susie,” I growl, barely in control of myself. “What are you—”

Susie, the vixen that she is, just gives me a cheeky little glance back over her shoulder, one brow raised in a challenge.

Gods, the sight of her like this does something to me.

Something deep and primal tugs on all my instincts to claim her, to keep her, to mark her and cherish her for the rest of my days.

I grip her ass with both hands and press firmly with my thumbs, spreading her open to get a better view.

Her glistening, delicious cunt is pink and still slightly swollen from taking my cock, slick with my release and her arousal. Shifting my grip, I run a thumb over that impossibly erotic sight, push a couple of inches into her.

Susie gasps, and I still my hand.

“Sore?”

She immediately shakes her head, then huffs a laugh. “No. Well, I mean… a little. But it’s… good. It feels good.”

“Just good?” I tease, resuming my light, stroking touches, pushing back inside with the tip of my thumb until she gasps again.

“Jonah.”

My name on her lips in that breathless, desperate tone is nearly my undoing. I drop my hand and replace it with my cock, breaching her entrance in a tentative press, watching and listening for any sign it’s too much.

I find none.

All I find is more of that eagerness, more of that hunger as she presses her hips back against mine, taking another couple of inches.

But when her breath hitches again, I grip her hips firmly, holding us both in check.

“Baby,” I whisper, reaching, grasping, clawing for restraint.

“Don’t—stop—” Susie grinds out.

Her head drops between her shoulders, and then her arms go lax, her upper body collapsing into the mattress as she pants and groans.

“Susie,” I try again, worried it’s too much for her.

But when she turns her head enough to look back at me, there’s nothing but more of that wicked, tender teasing in her eyes, in the challenging smile that turns up the corners of her lips.

“Jonah, if you don’t hurry up and fuck me again, I swear that I’m going to—”

I lean my full bulk over her, cutting off her words in another sharp gasp when I run my tusks over the hot, damp side of her throat, pausing to whisper into the skin just below her ear.

“You’ll tell me,” I remind her. “If anything doesn’t feel good for you, you’ll tell me.”

“Yes,” Susie cries, already trying to wedge herself back further onto my cock, the tempting little creature.

“And you’ll let me set the pace.”

If I let her have her way, she’ll run us both ragged and this will be over in seconds.

That won’t do.

I’ll savor my beautiful, sweet Susie in my own time, and she’ll just have to deal with it.

“Jonah,” she protests, and I grip her hips tighter to stop her wiggling.

But I’m not without mercy.

As much as I like the feeling of being pressed over her, I can’t deny the instinct pulsing in me. It’s an instinct that wants to watch, that wants to see my cock disappearing into her, see the way I claim her, see how her body yields so sweetly to me.

Leaning back with her hips still firmly held, I admire the picture before me.

Susie, spread and glistening, the tip of my cock already stretching her wide. The soft curve of her ass and the slope of her back, damp with sweat as her panting moans echo through the room.

I work myself inside her in a series of short, shallow thrusts, letting her adjust to my size.

Well, that, and teasing her into a lather, making her squirm and moan and beg so prettily.

She jerks her hips again, trying to get more friction, and a sharp growl breaks in my chest. I draw back my hand and bring it down on her ass in a firm spank.

Not too hard, but enough to let her know who’s in charge here.

“Fuck,” Susie groans, the sound filled with pleasure.

The sight of blooming pink on the pale skin of her ass makes me somehow, impossibly, harder where I’m buried in her, and all of it draws on that deep, primal instinct to have her, to claim her, to keep her.

Gods, I didn’t know I had it in me. This side of me is entirely new and yet completely natural, like it’s always been there, just waiting for her to bring it out.

I draw myself out almost to the tip, then sink back in. I’m coated in her, glistening with her, and the easy slide and delicious stretch has her groaning again, arching, surrendering to the pace I set.

I bounce Susie off me as I thrust, balls slapping against her clit, my fingers making divots on her hips and her sweet moans filling the air between us.

When I feel the first tightening spasms of an orgasm threatening, I drop a hand between her thighs and find her clit, rolling it beneath my middle two fingers.

It’s enough to detonate her, and as she squeezes around me in climax, I’m done for, too. I spill into her with a shout, collapsing above her with my hands planted on the mattress, heaving chest against her back, emptying myself of everything I have to give.

When I’m finally able to form a coherent thought again, I pull out of her, a deep, satisfied rumble lodged in my chest at the mess I’ve made of her. Wet and swollen and dripping with me, I look for a few long, indulgent moments before getting a new cloth to clean her up.

“I’m going to pay you back for that,” she murmurs once we’re curled back up together, voice heavy with sleep, eyes already closed. “Next time, I’ll be the one giving the orders.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I murmur back, cock twitching at the prospect.

I can’t wait to see what she’ll do to get me on my knees, how she’ll take advantage of me while I’m there.

Susie nuzzles closer, one hand spread over my heart and her head tucked up against my chin. It’s late, and even as sleep tugs at my own eyes, I fight it.

I want to savor as much of this incredible day as I can.

Every minute, every second, I don’t want to miss a single one.

Because, as I finally drift off a few minutes later, I already know it’s the first of the rest of my life. Here, now, with my Susie curled against me, it’s just the beginning.