Page 78 of Kisses and Paperclips

I unzipped my dress and slipped it off, sitting upright with my titties lifted. The air met my skin in a rush of cool that made me shiver.

But then I looked at him, and everything else fell away. Any unease vanished when I saw what that thick, long dick. Beautiful in a way that made my breath catch.

My eyes traced him without shame, following the bold line of veins from the base to the tip, memorizing every inch like I was already imagining how he’d feel inside me.

He moved onto the bed and rose on top of me, his thighs immediately separating mine in a rush to be inside me. His thick arms hooked behind my knees, and he opened me wide like he needed all the room to make his work.

The head of his dick, hot and rigid, pressed against mine.

My head was in the clouds, drifting somewhere between reality and whatever heaven he was carving into me, but I still managed to speak.

“G—God…”

Julien hovered over me, his brown eyes locked on mine, dark and burning. Circling a nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth, sending shivers down to my toes.

“I’ll be that for you tonight,” he said, low and lethal.

Then he pushed deeper, stretching me slowly to take all of him.

“All fucking night.”

The heat that tore through me was blinding and scorching. My skin flushed with it, breaking into a slick sweat that made me feel like I was unraveling from the inside out. Meanwhile, Julien was all muscle and control, strength and sin.

The only thing I cared about in that moment was the high I was seconds away from climbing…and the man who promised to carry me to the edge.

“More.” I panted.

He eased in an inch, then another, his thickness stretching me slow and wide, pulling a soft cry from my lips.

“So fucking tight,” he muttered, his voice thick with restraint.

Then he gave another push, deeper this time, claiming more of me, his body tense with the effort it took not to lose control.

It hurt enough to make me bite my lip. But it was the kind of pain laced with pleasure, so good I almost forgot how to breathe.

He gave one deep push, and then he was inside, seated fully, like he belonged there. A shuddering breath left me as our bodies adjusted around each other, the heat between us thick.

Damn… that’s a big dick.

It wasn’t just the way he filled me.

It was the way he fit. It was as if we were always meant to meet right here, in this exact rhythm and way.

His thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one rolling through me like a steady tide.

His body hovered over mine, folding me beneath him, our hips perfectly aligned.

His face hovered just above mine, breath mingling with mine, warmth resting in every inch of space between us.

Then he dipped his head and kissed me…slow, reverent.

Lips pulling mine into his like a promise he intended to keep.

Then he pulled back, just enough to speak.

“Look at me.”

I had to tilt my head to meet his gaze.

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