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LUCY

Oh god.

Was pain supposed to feel this good?

Blake rested his arm on one side of me, the other still holding my left leg open. He was deep inside me, so deep I could feel him everywhere, practically splitting me open with how big his cock was. And he was still rubbing circles on my clit, sending sparks of pleasure—incomparable, impossible pleasure—inside me.

I felt so full. Surrounded. My eyes drifted shut from the feeling, needing to imprint it on my brain, how good it felt. I mean, I knew it would feel good to get what I always wanted, but I hadn’t imaginedthis.

“No, you look at me, little troublemaker,” Blake said, his low voice rumbling through me. “You watch me while I fuck you.”

My eyes shot open. His were…oh, I didn’t know how to describe them. Usually, he seemed so closed off from me, from everyone, but they were wide and expressive, with exultant ownership in them.

“Blake,” I whined. “I need?—”

“I know what you need,” he murmured, leaning down to drop a kiss on my hair, surprisingly gentle for how huge he was inside me. “I think I’ve always known what you needed.”

As my heart tripped over his words, he lifted his hips, pulling his cock out as my own tried to chase his and keep him inside me.

He chuckled. “Oh, sweetheart, you think we’re done?”

And then he thrust back inside me,hard.

Little explosions went off in my brain.

“Not quite,” he murmured, changing his angle before pulling back out and thrusting back in.

That time, he hit something inside me that turned the little explosions into detonations.

“That’s it,” he said, grinning, and then he was stroking in and out, hard and fast and strong. The feeling was a revelation, a million, trillion times better than any fantasy I’d ever had of him. He stared down at me, his hard face spread in near ecstasy as he worked me over and over and over, urging me to?—

“Come again, sweetheart. Go tight and come all over my cock like you came all over my tongue and fingers earlier. Squeeze my cock tight and drench it, I know you can do it. I know you want to. Show daddy who owns you.”

“Oh god, I can’t,” I moaned. The precipice was approaching, but the abyss below it scared me. So far, each time I’d come, I’d become more and more vulnerable, showing Blake parts of my soul I’d sworn to keep to myself. What would happen if I came again? Would I shatter into pieces only to never be put back together?

He shook his head. “You’re Lucy Braverman. You can do anything you want to. And right now, you want to come, don’t you, sweetheart? Won’t it feel good, letting go with my thick, fat cock inside you? Won’t it feel good, squeezing it so tight I have no choice but to come in you?”

Oh, shit.Condom.

“Blake,” I started.

He must have caught where I was going, because he shook his head. “I know you have an IUD, Lucy. And you don’t have to worry about me.”

How did he know?

“Wha—”

“Haven’t fucked anyone in a long ass time,” he said. “Hadn’t wanted to.”

Hope, insidious and foolish, flared.

“Why?”

He thrust again.

“Because,” he said, the words wrenched out of him like he had no interest in confessing. “None of them were you. Now,come.”