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Maybe I’ve just been anticipating it more or working myself up for it, but this is a completely different sensation. This is hungry and insistent, primal and needy in a way I can feel from the depths of my soul and the fiber of my being. I might have caught him by surprise at first, but he catches up quickly, reaching down to cup my bottom with both hands and lifting me off the ground as our tongues entwine.

There’s an unmistakable heat in his eyes as he finally breaks away from the kiss. “Is this how you’re going to convince me you’re not having second thoughts? Because I’m not complaining at all if that’s what you had in mind.”

“No.” I rest a hand against his chest, then trace a line with my fingertips down the center of his abs as I slowly lower myself down to my knees in front of him. “This is how I’m going to convince you.”

“Oh, fuck,” he sucks in a sharp breath as I unbuckle his belt. “Are you sure, baby?”

“So sure,” I nod, making quick work of his jeans and pulling them down around his thighs all at once. His cock springs up, already rock hard and so thick that I can’t even get my hand all the way around it when I reach out to stroke him. I look up to meet his gaze as he slowly exhales. “I’ve been thinking about doing this for… well, ever since we met, if I’m being honest.”

“Damn,” he groans, his hips thrusting against my hand. “You should have said something, beautiful. We could have been doing this all week.”

“I think tonight is the perfect time, don’t you?” I ask just before I open my mouth wide and take as much of him as I can to the back of my throat. His hard cock throbs and I can taste the salty, sweet evidence of his arousal as he slides his length back and forth over my tongue.

“Absolutely perfect,” his low voice rumbles in agreement as he threads his fingers through my hair, guiding my head without pulling or pushing as I bob up and down, taking him deeper and deeper into my throat each time. “Jesus, you feels so good, baby.”

I ease my head back, letting his cock fall from my mouth. “You like it?”

“I love it,” he nods as his eager cock throbs its approval. “But now I want to return the favor. I’m the one who promised I’d make tonight great foryou.”

“You already have,” I say, meaning it. But I don’t argue when he helps me back up to my feet and pulls his pants up long enough to lead me into his bedroom. “Everything you’ve done tonight has been great,” I murmur as he pulls me close and kisses me.

“We’re just getting started, beautiful.” He tugs at the hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head and tossing it aside. “I need to get these clothes off of you. It feels like I’m unwrapping the best present of my entire life.”

He shrugs out of his own shirt and then helps me with my jeans before kicking off his own pants and underwear. I should probably feel self-conscious in just my bra and panties while he’s completely naked and looking like some kind of sexy statue carved from marble, but his sweet words and the hot way he’s looking at me are giving me the kind of confidence that I’ve never had before—at least not in the bedroom. Instead of rushing to turn off the lights, I’m unfastening my bra and letting it fall away, letting my breasts spill out for him to look at, to touch, to appreciate just like he’s been appreciating the rest of my body.

And he definitely doesn’t disappoint me.

“Fuck,” he growls, crouching down to run his tongue over the tip of my pebbled nipple. “So fucking sexy.”

A needy moan escapes my lips as he laps at my other nipple, then I moan again when I feel him easing my panties down past my hips before letting them fall to the floor.

He’s kissing a trail down my belly, lower and lower until I finally feel his warm breath and wet tongue pressing against my most sensitive spot.

“Oh my God,” I gasp as a jolt of pure pleasure rocks my body. I have to hold his head for support to keep myself from melting into a needy, quivering puddle of desire. “Luke… God, that feels so good.”

“You taste so sweet, baby,” his deep voice vibrates right through me, pulling another porn-worthy moan from the back of my throat as he parts my folds and slides a finger inside me.

“Oh God, ohGod,” I gasp as his finger and tongue work their magic. “I need… need you inside me, Luke. All of you. Please.”

I don’t care that I’m being so bold or that I’m practically begging him to fuck me. All I can focus on right now is this insatiable need to feel his big cock inside me.

He stands up and guides me down onto his bed, lifting my legs and spreading them wide as he moves into position. “Jesus, you look so fucking sexy like this,” he growls, lining himself up and parting my slick folds with the head of his cock. “I could stay right here just like this all night long, just looking at you.”

I reach for him, impatient and greedy as I feel him push his hips forward. “Yes, yes,” I nod, almost frantic for him to fill me completely. “God, that feels so good.”

“Not as good as it feels on my end,” he grins, leaning in for a quick kiss as he finally sinks all the way in. “I can feel you gripping me, pulling me deeper. Fuck… so tight.”

He pulls out and pushes all the way back in again as I arch my back to meet his thrust. “Oh…oh…” A ripple of pleasure radiates out from my core, making it feel like every nerve ending in my body is coming alive. “Just like that, Luke. Please… more.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” his hands move down to grab my hips, holding me in place as his body rocks against mine. “I’m gonna give you everything you need. Always. Gonna make you come so hard for me, beautiful.”

His hot, dirty promises are already pushing me to the edge, making me feel wanted and sexy andseenin a way I’ve never felt before in my limited experience with guys. With Luke, there’s no doubt in my mind that he wants to please me, to make me feel good before he takes his own gratification—and lord, he’s doing a fantastic job of it.

“I’m so close,” I pant, each thrust making it harder and harder to hold back the orgasm that’s been building up inside me. “So close and I need… need you to… oh, God, Luke.”

I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore, but it doesn’t matter. He knows exactly what I need, and he’s giving it to me, just like he promised he would.

“We’re almost there, baby,” he says, thrusting faster, harder, deeper with each passing second. “We’re gonna come together, okay? Are you ready?”

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