Page 162 of First Chance

I take her hungrily, pumping in and out of her until she can’t control the noises coming out of her mouth, and I can hardly breathe, attempting to hold back my release.

“Lochlan,” she whimpers my name, biting my lip, and it’s like I’ve been zapped with a lightning bolt. My cum explodes out of me, filling her until she’s flooded inside.

Her eyelids flutter, and she heaves breath in and out of herlungs as she takes in the feeling for the first time.

I’m fucking speechless.

She asked me once if an orgasm can change your life, and I wasn’t lying when I said that it can, but I think I underestimated just how much she would be able to tilt my world on its axis every time it happened.

“That was better than I could have ever imagined,” she whispers.

I laugh, breathlessly. “Thank God, because that was the best thing that’s ever happened in my life.”

She giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck and sighing happily.

“I’m sorry to do this, baby, but it might hurt again when I pull out.”

“Then don’t.”

My cock twitches inside of her and I see her brows twinge. “If I don’t do it now, it’ll hurt worse. I’m sorry.”

I sit up on my knees, removing myself from her as she groans in discomfort. My cum leaks from her pussy and I get lost staring at it for a moment. All the manhood in the depths of my soul is fueled by the sight.

Mine.

She shivers once she loses my body heat, and I toss two more logs on the fire before wrapping her in a blanket and pulling her to my chest.

We were both looking forward to this moment enough that tomorrow seemed like a distant thought. Now, it’s almost midnight, and tomorrow is nearly here.

“Give me some time to recover, and then I’m doing that again,” she states softly, letting her eyes shut.

I kiss her forehead, chuckling silently as she snugglesfurther into me. As suspected, within a few minutes her breathing deepens, and she’s fast asleep.

She can rest as long as she needs.

I won’t be getting a wink of sleep tonight.

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She jerks up from the blanket as I’m snuffing the fire out. Dawn just reached above the trees, giving me enough light to pack up.

“I slept all night… No,” she cries, burying her head in her hands.

“You needed sleep.”

“I needed you.”

“I was right beside you all night, darlin’.” I drag my thumb along her cheekbone. I ran my fingers through her hair and memorized the way her body felt against mine. I didn’t take my eyes off her for a moment.

She stands, keeping the blanket wrapped around her shoulders, and I wrap her in my arms, kissing the top of her head. “Come on, let’s get back to the house. You smell like a campfire.”

She doesn’t say anything as I help her into the Bronco or on the way back up to the house. She doesn’t even utter a word when we go inside, and I follow her up the stairs.

She drops her blanket and steps into the shower, walking directly under the stream to wash her hair. I watch the soap drip down her back until it’s rinsed clean because I’m afraid if I take my eyes off of her, she’ll disappear sooner.

She peeks at me from under her wet lashes and scrunches her eyebrows. “Aren’t you coming in?”

I undress, and her eyes travel the length of my body, paying special attention to the tattoo on my side and to my growing cock.

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