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He’s going to ruin me. I just know it. If the first time he left hurt, this time will be excruciating.
And the thing is? I’m going to let him do it. Because I'm stupid. Because I’m helpless when it comes to Sam. Always have been.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he says, sitting back on the bed. I admire his body in a daze. Ink everywhere. Hair everywhere. He’s more of a man than he used to be, and it only makes me want him more.
“Tell me that tattoo behind your ear is for me,” I whisper, suddenly remembering.
I’d told myself not to ask. Not to wonder, or get my hopes up.
But I can’t help it.
“You know it’s for you, baby,” he says. “Got it after I left town. You’re always with me. Even when you’re not. I’ve never stopped thinking about you.”
My heart aches for him. I want to ask him why. I want to ask himhowhe could leave, andhowI can trust that this is real.
But then he takes his cock out and my mind goes haywire. He’s massive. Thick and long, veiny and pink. Pre-cum is at the tip, seeping out and dribbling down the bumps and ridges of his shaft. It’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.
“I’m going to make you cum on this,” he vows, giving it a stroke with his hand. I sit up, leaning forward to stroke it for him instead. It looks even bigger now, with my considerably smaller hands wrapped around it.
“I don’t know about that,” I murmur, doubting whether I can have two orgasms in a row. Even if he’s a sex god with a magic tongue, I don’t think I can do that.
“Lay back, baby,” Sam says, pressing me into the pillows. “Let me prove it to you.”
CHAPTER 10
SAM
I’m makingup for ten years of lost time tonight, starting with the first orgasm. I’ll give her many more until I’m satisfied…or until she passes out from exhaustion, whatever happens first.
Knowing I’m the only one who has made her feel this way only fuels me more. Tasting her, feeling her, seems to have unleashed limitless energy.
I feel like a man ten years younger, feel like I could do this for days without sleep. I need her like a starving man needs food.
My mouth finds her nipple and sucks while my hand strokes her other nipple. She whimpers beneath me, hands fisting my hair and scratching my shoulders.
Those nails could dig in deep enough to draw blood and I wouldn’t fucking flinch. Nothing is going to stop me from my mission tonight.
I’ve got her near orgasm again.
“Wait for me,” I reprimand her, though I’m loving every fucking second of this. Loving that she might lose control before I’ve even had a chance to sink my cock into her folds.
“Then hurry,” she groans between jagged breaths.
I grip the base of my cock and align the tip with her entrance. Watch it enter her, parting her open, slicking the shaft with her juice as I press inside.
“More,” she pleads.
I won’t go faster than this, though. I want to watch it and remember every last detail. I’m going to spend the rest of my life with Kay Beaumont, whether she realizes it now or not. But this will always be our first time. My first time claiming her, marking my territory. I want to coat her walls with my cum, plant my seed deep inside of her womb.
“You’re mine,” I tell her, shoving the rest of my length into her in one fast, sharp thrust. Her perfect tits bounce with the sudden motion and I dip my head down, sucking her into my mouth.
She cries out, squeezing her legs around me.
I come up for air and lean back, taking in the sight of Kay open beneath me, her tits spilling out from her shirt and glistening with my spit.
I hold her knees open and slowly slide out of her. Then thrust again, sharply, roughly, so that I’m buried in her.
“Say it,” I growl. “Say you belong to me.”
