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Jesus, don’t stop me. I don't know if I could bear it.

I took my throbbing cock in my hand, gliding my tip over her wet lips, before pushing inside her warmth. I went slow. Whatever fucking discipline I had accumulated in almost three decades of existence paid off in this moment, because I wanted nothing more than to hump her like a madman.

If I didn’t control myself, then I didn’t deserve the gift she was giving me.

“You okay, baby?” I asked, when she shut her eyes and her brows furrowed together.

She nodded. She could be in pain. I couldn’t tell.

“Baby, I need you to look at me. I need to see your eyes to believe you.”

Her eyes opened, just a little bit. Unfocused, and glassy, she nodded again and moaned a sweet request. “More.”

I pressed in further, feeling her surround me. She was so tight I could feel her pulse, and it was glorious. She let out a throaty moan that made me want to break in two.

When my tip bottomed out inside her, I still had a good inch left. So I waited. I wanted to jam myself inside her fully, to slam our bodies together. The need tonothurt her barely overpowered that primal urge. And maybe that was the moment I knew that she was the woman for me. Because my own physical comfort and pleasure meant nothing.

She was a queen, and I was her knight. I was at her service, and that was right. That was the most natural order of things.

“You okay, Songbird?”

“Damnit, Chris, please, fuck me! Please!”

“As you wish,” I said, as I pulled out, then slowly thrust in.

“More!” Her pleading moan made me want to close the distance. To push further than she could take. But I didn’t. I pulled out until only my tip was at her entrance, then slowly pushed back in.

“You’re holding back! I can feel it. Give it to me, please!”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me! Give me too much. Make me fucking feel!”

Chapter twenty-seven

Important

Jestiny

He was holding back, and I ached to have it all. I wanted more. This was exactly how I thought it would be! He was too big, too gentle, too kind, too sweet, too protective… he was too much of everything, and at the same time, not enough.

I wanted it. Even if it hurt. I was willing to beg for it because my mind was quiet except for the sound of his ragged breaths as he restrained himself from pushing me too far.

I could feel it. The tension beneath his skin as he kept himself from giving into the same urges that threatened to swallow me whole.

“Please,” I begged. “I’ll be okay. I just need you to do what you’re supposed to. Please.”

He devoured my mouth, and in one glorious move pushed inside me, further than he had before. Further than I thought I could handle. I felt his tip inside me, pressing past my walls until my vision blurred and threatened to plunge me into darkness, as the sensation was too much.

And still, I wanted more. Ineededmore. I scratched at his back, trying to pull him further into me with my nails. I held on like my life depended on it.

“Chris,” I moaned, feeling his cock pulsing inside me. “Please, if you keep holding back, I might fall apart.”

“You won't, baby,” he said before sucking my lower lip in between his teeth. “I’ll keep you together, I swear. I’ll protect you.”

Those words -I’ll protect you- made my hips buck in a rapid rhythm. God, I needed him. I wanted him so much. I wanted him to fill me and use me in a way I would never let anyone else. It was right to give him this. Maybe virginity isn’t a gift one bestows, but it felt like one. Or maybe he was the one giving me the gift? I wasn’t sure.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” he said again, before pulling his hips away, then plunging back into me. I moaned at the impact, as he bottomed out further than I could take. But as soon as he pulled away, I wanted him back.

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