“No, don’t,” she squeaks out. Fuck. She shouldn’t say that when I’m sheathed inside her—knowing I’m the only man who’s ever been inside her. I rock my hips, forcing myself to go slow despite her request otherwise, then cup her face between my palms with our foreheads melded and noses kissing. My fingertips slip into her hair, my thumbs bruising her cheeks while our bodies move together. “Am I hurting you?” I muster, trying not to lose all control. “No. Keep going.” Her nails are digging into the skin at the nape of my neck, her legs wrapped around me, tugging me close. “God, you feel so good…”
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