Page 66 of She Was Made for Me

The moment her aftershocks subside, I rise to my feet and shuck my pants, my dick so hard it hurts.

“You’re amazing,” Violet slurs from the bed, sitting up woozily. “I’m still shaking.”

I give her an unabashed grin, feeling unreasonably proud. I don’t think anything will top the feeling of making Violet come. It’s a high I wasn’t expecting.

Her gaze fastens on my stiff cock, her lips curling as she leans forward to take hold of me. Her touch sends sparks shooting down my limbs, heat coiling low in my abdomen. She strokes my length, looking up at me with dark, hungry eyes, and my knees nearly give way. The sight of my cock in her beautiful hands almost makes me come on the spot. I suck in a breath, trying to stay in control.

“I’m not very… experienced,” she says, stroking me shyly. We don’t often speak of the age difference between us, but I know that’s what is running through her mind right now.

“Fuck, Violet, I don’t care.” I thrust into her hand, then stop abruptly, feeling a flicker of panic. “Wait. You’re not a virgin, are you?” Why didn’t I consider that before? Why didn’t Iask?

“No.” She smirks up at me. “Sorry to disappoint.”

A laugh rumbles in my throat, relieved. “That’s not what I meant. I just didn’t want to…”

“Steal my innocence?” she says, with a jerk of her wrist that makes me groan.

“You’re a lot less innocent than you look.”

She gives a throaty giggle, swiping her thumb over the tip of me to collect the bead of precum that’s gathered there. I watch as she licks it off her thumb, keeping her gaze riveted to mine.

Jesus Christ. I don’t know how much longer I can wait.

She leans forward, looking as though she’s about to take me into her mouth, and I force myself to step back, out of her reach.

“Hey,” she protests. “I want to—”

“Violet,” I warn, my patience waning fast. I’m about to throw her down on the bed and take what I need without waiting another second. Not that I think she’d complain.

“But—”

I shake my head. “I need to be inside you, sweetheart.”

Her breath stutters at my words, and she nods. “Okay.” She wriggles up the bed, and I go to climb on beside her, then freeze.

Goddammit.

“I don’t think I have a condom.” I rub a hand over the back of my neck, feeling unbelievably annoyed at myself. How could I have been so stupid?

But I didn’t exactly plan this, did I?

“I do,” she says. “But I’m on birth control. And I’m healthy. Are you…?”

Oh, holy Christ. Is she suggesting what I think she is?

I nod, trying not to appear too eager. “I had a full health check a little while ago.”

“Then…” She bites her lip adorably, giving a little shrug. “Maybe we don’t need anything?”

My head falls forward in disbelief. The thought of being bare inside that sweet pussy is almost too much.

“Unless you want to use one, of course,” Violet adds, misinterpreting my response. When I look up she’s eying me uncertainly, and my chest tightens.

“I want nothing more than to feel you,” I whisper, lowering myself onto the bed. What I don’t say is how worried I am that once I do, nothing will ever compare again.

I climb over her, nudging her legs open with my knees. She looks up at me breathlessly as I position myself at her entrance, my heart thundering. She’s so beautiful, I almost can’t believe she’s here, giving herself to me. That I get to be with her.

“I need you so badly,” she murmurs, and with that, I thrust into the wet heat of her. She lets out a long, breathless moan, and I swallow it down with my kiss as I attempt to sink deeper.

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