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The bed rocks and moans beneath us and slams against the wall making the candle light flicker around us. I look at her face, memorizing it, wanting it to be all that I see when I cum.

“Fuck,” I groan as my balls heave and twitch. Cum shoots out of me like a pressure hose finally released. I gasp with her, my vision blurs and in that moment I give her my all.

She mirrors me, gasping and panting until I capture her mouth in mine. Her body milking my own sticky white release with the pressure of her tight opening. I grind into her, wanting to fuck her into pieces, but knowing this time, she can’t take it all. We pant and flex together for the last moments of heaven.

She was worth waiting for. I would have waited a lifetime for her. For this. She owns me and I will give her the best of me from this day forward. Everything I do, everything I say and think will put her first.

In return, I need everything from her. Her world revolves around me. My name is the first on her lips when she wakes and the last before she falls into sleep.

Everything. I can’t accept anything less.

“Happy birthday Dove.” I kiss every part of her face the gentle sound of her giggles floating with the candlelight and warming my heart.

ChapterThirteen

Rachel

My pulse is racing.

This gorgeous cowboy just took my virginity, and it’s beautiful and I’m breathing in fits hoping I don’t pass out.

Chad releases his hand from my neck and attacks me with kisses, covering every inch of my face. The contrast between this gentle sweetness and the dominant animal that just fucked me gives me goose bumps where I didn’t think you could get them. I’m losing the battle with a word that keeps knocking around inside my head. Love.

That’s stupid, love? How can I love him already?

He leans in next to my ear. “You know what this means?”

I’m in heaven. His hands cover my cheeks, his thumbs slowly caressing the flushed skin.

“No. What does it mean?” As the words leave my lips, a soaking stream of his cum leaks out from around where his cock still rests hard and full inside of me and my belly flutters, realizing what I’ve done.

Oh my god…

“I’m never letting you go.”

I like how that sounds. Especially if it means more of this. He’s opened the floodgates. I feel insatiable, and I want him again already even with the pinching pain that reminds me of how big he is and how new I am. But I think I should go now.

“I have to go. Aunt Jessie will worry if I don’t come back tonight. I mean, let’s be honest, we don’t know you that well. You could be a serial killer or one of those people that likes wine coolers or leasing cars.” I joke.

“I told you last night I wasn’t a murderer. But, I have sipped a wine cooler. I’m quite ashamed.”

The flash of his grin only makes my belly tighten and I hug his cock while a bright flash of fresh pain shoots from inside me.

“It’s bad?” he asks, the grin gone and replaced by a look of genuine concern.

“It’s a good kind of bad.” I shift under him, surprised by how far I can move. He’s covering me and caging me but keeping his weight on his arms.

My free hand traces along his jaw, feeling the stubble and I pull him down onto me, his hands leaving my cheeks, tangling into my hair.

He thickens inside of me.

Pain shoots through my abdomen, making me wince.

“What?” he asks, his voice deepening and his eyes turning stormy blue.

I smile up at him. “I feel that.”

“Feel what?” He grins back and flexes his hips, forcing me to arch my back. As his cock twitches inside me I realize he’s full and hard again, ready for more. He moves in tiny pulses, stroking me.

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