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It’s us together.
My mom told me once “Life is fifty wrong turns down a bumpy road.
All you can hope is that you end up somewhere nice.”
“I trust you,” I say, sinking into his mouth. “I want you.”
He swirls the wetness between my legs farther up, and I slide my hand
between me and the bed, rubbing my clit as he positions himself. I’m
throbbing everywhere, and my heart pounds in my chest as he pushes the
tip in and stops. I gasp, feeling a tiny burn.
I contract around him, breathing hard and rubbing myself faster.
“Ryen,” he breathes out. “Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head, feeling so filled and good. I didn’t expect that. “No. I
want more.”
“Oh, God.”
He slides in slowly, all the way, and I arch my ass up, giving him a
better position.
“Holy shit,” he growls low. “You feel so good. I need to…”
I close my eyes, every nerve alive and pulsing with need. He comes
down on my back, kissing me as he thrusts out and back in deeper.
“Ah,” I moan into his mouth.
“Are you okay?”
“No,” I whimper. “Go faster.”
He smiles, holding himself up with one hand and holding my thigh
where my leg and hip meet. “Are you sure?”
I nod, intense pleasure washing over me and making me grip the
pillows as I arch my neck back to meet his lips.
“I trust you,” I tell him.
And he bites my neck and starts fucking me harder, not holding back
and neither of us being quiet.