Page 90 of Lust & Lollipops

“Fuck, I am a lucky man,” he said, running a hand over his stubbly chin. “Open your thighs for me.”

I opened them, leaning back on the bed as my legs hung off.

“Wider, Lolli.”

I did as he’d commanded, the need so intense I couldn’t help but tease my clit a little.

He growled low in his throat and pushed his joggers down his thighs. His cock sprang free, thick, hard, and leaking from the tip. “Don’t even think about getting yourself off.”

“Then give me what I need,” I shot back.

“What do you need?” he stepped up to the edge of the bed, just as naked as I was. When he leaned over me, I slowly lowered my back to the bed until our bare chests were touching.

“You.” I wrapped my hand around his length, and he growled again for me.

“This is what you want?” He put his hand over mine and guided his cock to my core, dragging the head of it over my clit.

My hips jerked, and I released him. “Hell yes.”

The words earned me a low, sexy chuckle. “Alright, Lollipop. You remember the words?”

The words…

The vow.

The mate bond.

I nodded, and he lined us up.

Then, slowly, he thrust in.

My thoughts went blank.

Any and all words died way before they reached my throat.

The tip of him was inside me—stretching me—and he was huge.

The feeling was unreal.

“Breathe,” he ordered, and I took a shallow breath.

Cam opened me wider, and sank in another inch.

My chest started rising and falling quickly.

The fullness…

The intensity…

“Are you sure you’re going to fit?” I groaned.

He chuckled roughly. “I’m sure, Loll. How are you feeling?”

“Good. Full.” I managed.

“You feel fucking perfect. Better than perfect. Do you need a minute?”

“No.”

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