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His eyes lifted to watch my face. Then he thrust. Not a gentle, easy movement, but one that was pure male. Hard and swift, burying his huge length deep inside of me.

My eyes squeeze shut as the most intense sensation jolted through me. “Oh God.”

“Zoey?”

“More. More of that.”

He obliged. Pulling his cock nearly out of me, before thrusting it with a heavy force. I almost came.

“More, more, more,” I chanted through clenched teeth. The friction was unbelievable.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed, but he obeyed my command. His hips were now moving with a rhythmic motion, driving himself into me and then sliding back. His neck was corded and his head was back, eyes shut and teeth bared. “You feel so fucking perfect. So tight and hot and wet.”

Pleading noises escaped out of me. “Faster.”

Fiery heat licked up my spine. My crossed ankles, bounced on his ass, as he started to fuck me with intention.

This time, my orgasm felt different. It felt deeper, with bigger waves. I cried out as the heat seemed to scorch me from the inside out. Consuming me, overtaking me.

Ryan was breathing hard. “Oh shit, I’m going to come.”

His thrusts were fierce, driving me up the bed and then he threw his head back as a guttural cry came out of him. Dazed and pliant, I watched in fascination as he came, before dropping his face between my neck and shoulder.

He groaned and rolled over, taking me with him. I lay my head on his chest, listening to his heart pound.

When our breathing slowed, I shyly lifted my head and looked at him.

We stared at each other. His arms wrapped around my waist. “Are you okay?”

I felt my face break out into a smile. “You’re really good at that.”

He laughed as he lifted his head to kiss me on the lips. “We were good at that. Next time I promise I won’t come like a 14 year old.”

I had no idea what that meant. “How does a 25 year old come compared to a 14 year old.”

His teeth tugged at my bottom lip. “We last longer.”

I pulled my head back. “How much longer?”

“A lot longer.”

I studied the man before me. He seemed so beautiful to me. Everything about him, felt magical. My heart actually hurt when I looked at him. I had no idea how I had gotten so lucky.

“I think I’m in love with you,” I blurted out.

His eyes crinkled as he smiled. “That’s good.”

“That’s good?” Disbelief traced my voice. “That’s all you got?”

“I’ve been in love with you for months. So, yeah, it’s good that you finally ’think’ you’re in love with me.”

My heart tripped at his confession.

“How long?” I demanded.

He thought about his answer. “A while.”

“Why!”

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