doing something you don’t want me to do.”

She licked her lips, then reached for me, her hands going to either side of my head as she pulled me closer.

When my mouth was only inches from hers she said, “I’ve never done this before.”

I frowned. “This?”

“Sex. Sober sex. Well, I’d say sex in general, but there were a couple of times in college that I can vaguely remember because I had to get rip-roaring drunk to make it happen. My nerves are Jell-O when it comes to being outgoing like this.”

I allowed my eyes to search her face.

“So I’ll be your first experience that you remember without alcohol?” I asked. “Because that sounds like something I want to have. Your first.”

She scrunched up her nose. “Yes. But… I just… Hunt. I’m super nervous. I’m worried that I’m not going to do it right.”

I caught her up and lifted her until she wasn’t touching the floor. Then guided her legs around my waist.

When I had her where I wanted her, I once again reached for her hands that were still on either side of my face, using only my body to hold her in place.

“I don’t think anything we can do together is ‘wrong,’” I admitted. “But, if at any time you feel that we should stop for any reason at all, even if you’re uncomfortable that I’m looking at you too intensely, I want you to say something. I’ll stop. We’ll reassess and go from there.”

She groaned and leaned forward so that her forehead was resting against mine. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you, Hunt McJimpsey.”

I grinned and pressed forward, allowing my hard cock to dig into her most private of places.

“I don’t think you understand the seriousness of what you do for me either, Mrs. McJimpsey,” I told her honestly.

Then I moved until I could deposit her on my childhood bed.

The bed that had always been a prop in my room because I’d always sleep in my computer chair sitting straight up.

Now, though? Now it was about to see some use.

Slowly sitting up and unhooking her legs from around my waist, I divested myself of my clothes.

When I was standing there naked in front of her, the look on her face would’ve been enough to make me hard.

Had I not already been in a constant state of arousal whenever she was around.

“You’re looking at me like you’re about to devour me,” she whispered shakily.

I put one knee in the bed in between her splayed thighs, then dropped down until my hard cock was nestled between her folds, and my upper body was pressed against hers.

Then I kissed her.

Long. Deep. Wet.

When her tongue touched mine, tangling with mine as she slowly started to heat up beneath me, I started to rock my hips back and forth.

She was wet.

Really wet.

So wet in fact that with each rock of my hips, she covered my cock with more and more of her excitement until I knew that if I angled my hips just right and adjusted my cock’s angle, my dick would slide right inside of her with little resistance.

She must’ve had the same thought right around the same time, too, because between one thrust and the next, I went from outside of her hot pussy to inside.

When my cock sank inside of her heat a few inches, we both paused in surprise.

Me because she’d made the first move to take me inside of her body, and her because she was adjusting to my size.

I had to close my eyes as I tried to rein in my thoughts.

She gasped, her mouth pressing against my throat. “Holy crap, you’re big.”

I pulled out slightly and sank back inside, just a little farther this time than the previous.

“I mean, I knew you were big,” she murmured. “You sure can fill out a pair of sweatpants. But I didn’t realize you were this big.”

I wasn’t that big.

She was just that tight.

“How long’s it been for you?” I asked. “Because as much as I love you giving my cock all the credit, you’re really tight, and I’m not nearly as big as you think I am.”

“You’re big,” she whispered into my ear, her fingernails digging into the skin beneath my shoulder blades. “I’m not a novice here. I can remember what it felt like to have something inside of me, and they were all average. Or so I’ve been told by Six. You’re above average. Well above average.”

As much as I liked her stroking my ego, I didn’t like the direction my thoughts had gone.

The thought of her being touched intimately by any other man was making my anger rise.

I didn’t like the idea.

And I sure the fuck didn’t like her remembering it while I was inside of her.

Without much thought, I pulled out and then slammed back inside, taking every available inch of space inside of her and more.

“Holy balls, Hunt!” she squeaked as she dug those nails in deeper. “Jesus Christ. Warn a woman before you go doing that.”

I bent down and bit her shoulder, then pulled back to lick the hurt.

“Sorry,” I said. “I’ll try to shut you up in a different way next time.”

She snickered, then withdrew her nails, only to sink them back in a second later when I withdrew and pushed back inside.

“Goddammit,” she whispered into my ear, her breath tickling as she spoke. “You’re really good at this. I feel like I’m about to come, and we…”

I took her mouth again.

As much as I loved her mouth, I needed this to last at least until she got off.

If she kept talking, I’d come.

I was a man that liked to have his brain exercised, and when she spoke about how good it felt, my brain went wild with the implications.

Meaning, it’d be better for both her and me if she just shut up.

“Shit,” she whispered when I canted my hips to take her at a different angle. “Holy hell.”

She was saying that a lot.

Holy hell. Holy balls.

“Holy fuck!” she

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