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“She does. You don’t know her. She tells me all the time that she hates me. It’s why I took the internship down here. I had to get away from her and her sorority sisters. They enjoy making my life miserable.”

“They won’t anymore. You’re here with me.” I wrap my arms around her after I put the lid on the pan.

We make out while we wait for the food to get done. The need to take her again is so great, but I don’t want to make her sorer than she already will be.

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After the amazing dinner, we cuddle on the sofa, but I notice the time and realize I have an early morning launch. I better get some rest. I pull from his cozy embrace and sit up. I’ve never had a guy at my place like this, so I know my awkwardness is going to be evident.

I look toward the kitchen, wishing we hadn’t done the dishes already. That would have been a perfect excuse. I didn’t even think of that when we were doing them. All I thought about was how sweet he was being.

I don’t face him and focus on the floor in front of us. “Well, I guess I better let you get home. I have an early morning call at the docks.”

He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me back. I land on his lap with my back against his chest. I love how big he is and how we still fit together perfectly even though I’m barely five feet tall.

“Sprite, you trying to get rid of me?” He leans down, and his beard tickles my cheek as he kisses next to my ear.

“Well, I figured you’d want to go home.” The last part comes out breathless as he sucks my lobe between his thick lips.

He continues to nibble, and I’ve had enough. This man makes me want him just by breathing. I shift around to straddle him and pull my shirt over my head. He grabs my exposed breasts and tweaks my nipples. I love that he has no problem with my smaller breasts. My stepsister calls me the president of the Itty-Bitty Titty Committee. It’s embarrassing, especially since she has C-cup breasts. I think they are fake, but she won’t admit it to me. I think that’s what her dad got her for a graduation gift. She used to be smaller, like me, and then all of a sudden she had them.

Ham pulls back and pinches my nipples. “Pay attention to me, baby, or I stop.” His gruff voice is huskier, and it causes an ache at my clit as I remember how he ate me out last night.

I throw my head back and moan long and loud. His lips wrap around my nipple, and I shift my hips along his thick shaft.

“Grab a condom from my pocket,” he tells me, and I reach into the front pocket of his jeans before I open his fly.

He shifts to my other breast as he moves so I can pull his long cock out and stroke him. I ache in places I’ve never before, and I know it’s because of his size, but I don’t care. I want more of him.

“Condom now,” he orders, and I continue to stroke him.

I love the feel of him in my hand and can’t wait until I can get him in my mouth. I lick my lips at the thought as he pulls his head back and takes the condom from my hand. He tears it open and slides it down his length as he moves my hands away.

“Off,” he says as he shifts me and helps me get my shorts off. I love how he acts like he can’t get enough of me.

I shift back and hold myself over his cock. He holds it as it kisses my entrance, and I slowly lower myself down onto him. I feel so full as I take him in completely.

We both groan, and he lays his head back against the edge of the sofa. I lean forward and kiss down his neck. Gently pulling his skin between my lips, I suck for only a second, not wantingto mark him like he did me. I shift around in circles until he hits a spot that makes my eyes cross. He lifts me up and pulls me back down onto him, hitting that spot again. I can’t control the sounds that come from my lips. I beg and moan as he continues to make slow love to me. I rise up onto my knees, almost pulling him completely out of my body before I drop down hard, and this time, I cry out.

“More,” I beg, and he starts moving me faster until I come screaming and crying around his length. He feels so good, and when he continues to pump through my orgasm, my legs shake, and my nails dig into his shoulders.

He rolls us, and then he’s over me. One of my legs is over the back of the sofa, and the other is on the floor. He opens me wide before he starts rutting into me fast and hard.

“Yes, Hamilton. Yes. Like that. Oh God, yes. I’m going to shatter,” I chant as he continues to move in and out of my body.

My breath hitches. My body locks up, and he tweaks my clit. I come screaming his name as he plants himself deep, and I can almost feel him throbbing through the condom.

“I can’t wait to feel you come inside me.” I sigh as my eyes drift closed.

He lies on top of me for a bit before shifting, and I feel him leave my body. I whimper until he comes back and moves us so that I’m against the back of the sofa and he’s wrapped around me.

“Are you going to stay?” I ask him softly.

“I want to, but I know it’s too soon for you. I’ll get up and go in a moment. I want to hold you.”

I love that he wants to hold me, that he’s content to cuddle instead of running from me.

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