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I’m crying because my dream is happening in real time. I’m so insanely full of him, I can feel when his cock starts to throb, flooding me in warm jerking gushes. We’re grinding and gripping to get as close as it’s possible to do.

It lasts for a long time, this wet, pulsing, feral dance. The overload spills and wets my thighs.

After a while, the aftershocks start to calm. My fingers play in his hair as he kisses my lips lazily. I love his thick-silk hair.

“Move in with me.”

“Okay.” I’m not even sure if I can, all things considered. All I know is I never want to leave Nate Boone’s bed.

“You’re beautiful, Tuck. The most beautiful thing in the world.”

I cup his face and he notices my tears, wiping them with his thumbs.

“Did I hurt you, darlin’?”

“In the best kind of way.”

Turns out Nate is just getting started. His head dips and searches for my nipple, finding it. His tongue slowly traces the outer edge before he languidly latches on. Keeping the tender bud inside his mouth, he licks me. Feeding on me like he’s drinking spiritual sustenance from my body. “I want to do this all night, every night, RoxieTucker. I’m addicted and there’s no getting rid of me now.”

Deep inside me, where Nate’s bulky cock has softened but not completely, my soreness dissolves into a fresh wave of desire.

He moves to my other breast, sucking and stroking with his tongue. His fingers slide down my body. He teases my clit in light, rhythmic glides until another orgasm washes through me, tugging voluptuously on the hot flesh that’s wedged so deeply inside me, until he’s fully hard again.

Nate’s watching me with a beguiled expression, smoothing my hair. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

It seems to be true. Through the night, I lose count of the number of times he comes inside me. After all this time of wishing, we finally get to feast on each other and fulfill every craving. Neither one of us holds back, until I’m crying his name again, grabbing fistfuls of his thick hair.

When the purple sky takes on the faintest shades of lavender, I drift into sated sleep, wrapped possessively in the strong arms of my dream lover.

16

I wakeup in a cocoon of warmth. I’m curled inside a big, secure bearhug, being spooned from behind.

And fucked from behind.

It all comes rushing back to me.I’m in Nate Boone’s bed. He very thoroughly obliterated my virginity, many times over. And he’s still inside me.

The tiniest bit of common sense creeps in with the morning sun.

Are you actuallytryingto get knocked up right now? Because it kind of seems like you might be.

I mean…not exactly. I’m late in my cycle right now and I think it’s safe. Then again, you never know.

But when you’ve missed someonethismuch, and yearnedthishard forthislong, and when you know for a fact that if you ever did want to get knocked up, he’d be the oneand only one you’d want to do it, you tend to go with it. And when it’sthisspecial andthiswanted and it feelsthisfucking good, you don’t want towasteit by not letting things happen the way they will.

I don’t know. I feel too good to analyze it right now.

I’m safe, wildly comfortable, very sore in the best kind of way, and happier than I can ever remember being.

Nate trails slow kisses across my shoulders, nuzzling and licking my neck. He gently bites my earlobe and kisses my face, his beard rough against my skin. His massive rock-hard cock is slowly thrusting, in, barely out, and deeper in.

“Mornin’, gorgeous,” he murmurs and I can hear his slow smile. “Takes a bit to wake you, Tuck. Then again, I did keep you up all night.”

I bite my lip. “Hey, Boone,” I gasp, arching back to take more of him. From this angle, he sinks even deeper. I’m tender but so hot for him I don’t care. There’s definitely pain but I’m so wet from the last time he came inside me that it’s bearable. Who am I kidding, it’s more than bearable. It’s sweet pain and hot fire and I’m already getting close to tipping over another crazy peak.

Nate eases me onto my stomach, lifting and gripping my hips. He spreads my knees roughly with one of his, driving even deeper into me.

I moan into the pillow.

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