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“Rhett, you’re…making me…I’m going to…again.”

“Say it, Charity. Tell me I’m going to make you cum again. Tell me I’m going to send you flying over the edge one more time, little one.”

“Oh God! Yes, yes, you’re making me cum again! Rhett, please!”

Even though she says what I want to hear when she comes to the word 'cum' she whispers it like she is telling me a secret. But the way she screams my name when I pop her little pussy again is no secret. No secret at all.

Her body coils around me and I pepper her with tiny kisses up and down her throat and over her face. She sinks her fingernails into my wrist as her pussy starts to convulse around the finger I’ve slipped inside her. This time she easily takes one and I can even wiggle in a second one before she tightens down on both of them and a warm rush of liquid pours out of her body.

Before she can come down from the high I’ve sent her on, I cover her body and notch our hips together. Her eyes open to look at mine with a combination of curiosity and something else I can’t place, something else that gives me a sliver of hope.

“You’re ready for this, angel? You want this?”

I wait for her answer, if she says she wants to wait, if she needs more time, I’ll give her one more orgasm and go feed her the entire time pulling the blue balls from my stomach. But she will never know how much I hurt; never realize how hard it will beto jerk myself away from her. All she will know is that everything can wait until she is ready.

She looks at me from under her lashes, “I want this, Rhett. I want it all with you.”

“Are you sure, Charity? I need you to be absolutely sure about this.”

“I’m more than sure.”

It’s all the answer I need before I rock my hips so that my cock slips inside of her. Despite the multiple orgasms I gave her, there’s no slipping inside though. It takes a moment before I feel myself start to make any headway but I’ve always been a patient man when I am going after something I want. And I want Charity like I have never wanted anything before. It’s not just a passion or even an obsession. It’s a necessity. She’s like the air I breathe or the blood in my veins, I have to have her, or I will die.

I spread her tight entrance with the thick tip of my cock and wait for her to relax. I make sure I give her plenty of kisses before I bend to take one of her peaks in my mouth shocking a gasp out of her. Her body yields to me slowly but I feel every slip, every centimeter I slide into her. Eventually, I work the head of my cock in and fight to control myself - even if it is only a little bit of control - for her.

She gasps out when the broadest part of the head of my cock slips inside and automatically tightens up on me. She breathlessly calls my name, and I go back to take her bottom lip in between my teeth. I want every point of contact I can have with her when we’re like this. Her eyes looking into mine, our mouths melded together, my hands on her curves where herheart beats underneath. Every point, every touchable part, and then some.

“Please!”

Her fevered plea lets me know she’s ready for more. I push again and feel her body give into mine. Every inch I give her causes her to gasp out and writhe under me. I’m going so slow I know the moment my dick bumps up against her barrier. And so does she. She looks at me with heated eyes.

“Yes. Yes, I want it. I want it. I want you, Barrett!”

The fact she used my whole name does something to me that I don’t have the brain power to figure out right now since all the blood in my body has gone straight to my cock. If pressed I would have to say it’s because she finally sees me for all that I am. She knows who I am, and realizes I’m not exactly a good man, and yet she still wants me in her body, still wants me next to her. My angel has chosen her devil and it’s me!!

I break through the thin veil like it’s nothing but tissue paper but even with the pounding of my heart, the lust in my blood, I know to wait until my girl is ready for me. I watch every emotion cross her face. I see it all, the pain, the same hunger echoed in my eyes, the new knowledge of what it's like to have a man inside of her -to have me inside of her! I’m her first, the first person to feel her squeeze up on a cock…and I’ll be her last and only!

There’s no way in hell I’m letting this angel go!

Not when she’s sent me to heaven with every kiss, every touch. Not when I’ve finally found where I belong!

Chapter Fifteen

Charity

He feels like he’s going to break me in two. Rip me apart only to put me back together around him so I’ll never be able to get him out of me. It’s a scary thought but not entirely unpleasant. Maybe…this is what I’ve been looking for my whole life. Maybe he’s what I’ve been missing every time I’ve felt like I didn’t belong or that I needed to search for a home. Maybe I was always looking for him.

The pain is quick and sharp but over quickly and clears my mind enough to realize he’s waiting for me to tell him he can move. He’s waiting for me to be okay again. He’s letting me call the shots and be in control, no matter how dominant he becomes. And I fall a little more in love with him. Another piece of my heart goes to him. That’s what takes my breath away, not the pain or the thought of him being buried inside of me.

“Tell me you’re okay, angel. Tell me it’s okay.”

Yet another concession of power for me. I bring my hands up to bracket his face and pull him down for a kiss.

“I’m more than okay,” I kiss him before lowering my voice to whisper to him, “now, move!”

The smile that blooms across his face is breathtaking and mesmerizing. He pulls from me only to push in again. This time there’s no pinch of pain, only the sensation of him stretching me and every inch of him touching the walls of my sex. I gasp outwhen he goes a little further and hits a spot deep inside of me. I cup the back of his head as he lowers it to find one of my nipples laving it with his tongue.

“Oh God!”

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