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Goddamn. That sexy little smirk would be the death of me. It made me want to dominate her, bury myself so deep inside her that she would feel me for weeks. I was her first—and I would damn well be her last. No other man would ever touch her; I would never give her up.
Eyes locked on mine, she slithered down onto her belly and propped her feet in the air behind her, suspending them over that gorgeous ass of hers. It was sexy as fuck, and the little tease knew it got to me every time. I shoved a second pillow behind my shoulders and laced my fingers together behind my head as I settled in to watch her.
Her tiny pink tongue darted out and flicked against the head of my cock, making it jump. Her plump lips opened and slid over the rounded head, taking in just the first inch before releasing it. It bobbed and waved in front of her, and she fisted my shaft in her hand. The ring on her finger sparkled as she ran her left hand up and down my cock in a firm stroke. The sight of it sent a thrill of possession through me.
“Suck it.” One dark eyebrow arched at my order, and I growled as she slowed the pace of her hand. “I want your mouth on my dick. Now.”
I watched as she ran her tongue from base to tip, and my hips jerked upward. Still working my shaft, she took the crown in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it before sliding through the slit at the top. She licked up the bead of precum and made a sexy little sound.
There were times when Jules was still so shy, so reserved. But in bed... fuck. She was free and uninhibited and more than anything I could have ever dreamed of. She opened herself to me fully and gave as much as she took. She reveled in the pleasure we drew from one another’s bodies with insatiable need. Though we routinely had sex once a day—if not more—it wasn’t enough. My innocent little former virgin was a nymphomaniac, and I loved the hell out of it.
I fisted my hand in her hair and drew her back down to me. Her lips parted and I let out a hiss as she took me all the way in with one smooth motion. “Fuuuuuck!”
She pulled back and did it again, my cock bumping the back of her throat. I thrust my hips upward, and she made a little gagging sound, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. I cupped her face in both hands and brushed away the tears with my thumbs. I lifted my hips, fucking her mouth, her pretty green gaze locked on mine as I moved. She took me deep, and the sight of my dick sliding between those cherry lips made me impossibly hard.
Her mouth felt like heaven, but I needed to be inside her. I needed to feel her muscles contracting and holding me close as her pussy flooded my cock.
I lifted her away and guided her over me. “Get your sexy ass up here.”
Hands braced on my pecs, she moved over my hips and straddled me. My shaft jutted up eagerly, and I sank my tongue into her mouth as I impaled her on my cock. Jules let out a sexy little sound as I filled her to the brim, and I tangled my tongue with hers. I tasted my lust on her, and the erotic sensation spurred me on. Her pussy was tight, still slightly swollen from her earlier release; it felt like coming home.
I curled my fingers into her hips as she began to move, slowly at first, then faster. Her inner walls constricted around me, spurring me on, and together we raced toward completion. She came first with a cry, and her head fell into the crook of my neck as her arms tightened around my shoulders.
Wrapping one arm around her waist, I flipped her over. She stared up at me, those gorgeous green eyes so full of lust and love and everything in between. I pulled out and thrust deep. Her back arched, and I laced our fingers together over her head. Eyes locked on hers, I fucked her hard and fast. I couldn’t wait any longer. My blood went hot, my dick hard every time I saw her, and it was an exercise in constraint trying to hold myself back.
A tingling sensation shot through my stomach, then lower, and my balls drew up tight as my dick swelled. Jules let out a little sigh of ecstasy as I grew harder. I wanted nothing more than to come inside her, watch our combined lovemaking drip out of her. But not yet.
Over the past two months, I’d mastered the pull-out method. She was sensitive to condoms, and we never talked about birth control. I knew she didn’t want to use it, but I wasn’t sure if it had more to do with the fact that she refused to put her name on anything or if she was against it due to personal or religious reasons. I felt like we were gambling every time we had sex, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I wanted so fucking badly to fill her up with my seed so she’d grow round with my children. It sounded archaic and primitive, but I didn’t give a fuck.
With a ragged groan, I pulled out and thick ropes of hot cum spurted over her stomach. Jules’s tongue darted out to wet her lips, and I slid my free hand to the back of her neck and squeezed. I couldn’t resist. “One of these days, I’m going to come inside you, really make you mine.”
She nodded silently, and I took her mouth in a hard kiss before pushing off her. Reaching toward the nightstand, I swiped a handful of tissues from the box and cleaned up our lovemaking. I tossed them in the trash can beside the bed, then slid in next to her and pulled her close.
She curled onto her side, resting her head on my chest, and I dropped a kiss on the top of her head as she held up her left hand to examine the ring. It was the first time she’d really looked at it, and anxiety churned in my gut. I hoped she liked it. “What do you think?”
“I can’t believe this is really happening,” she said, her tone saturated with incredulity.
I captured her hand in one of mine, enjoying the way the diamond looked on her finger. “If you don’t like the style, we—”
“No!” She snatched her hand away and turned her head to look up at me. “I love this one.”
She turned her gaze back to the ring, and I pulled her closer, smiling against her silky hair.
I’d agonized over which ring to buy for hours, and I’d damn near driven the saleswoman crazy, asking to see hundreds of different rings. Finally, I’d settled on a vintage-looking band with a single carat diamond in the middle. It was feminine and pretty, and it reminded me of Jules. “I’m glad you like it.”
Her head nodded against my shoulder. “It’s perfect.”
Turning my head, I brushed my lips over the top of her head. She had that wrong; she was perfect. And I was never letting her go.