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She captured his cock once more and worked it with her hand.

“Please, sweet. Your mouth.” He stood, and his hardness bobbed before her.

She thrust her mouth down upon his length. She took her free hand and ran it over the swells of her own breast, pinching her nipple. Such a jolt! God, the pleasure-pain. It all felt so good.

“Are you ready for me, my love?” Zach asked.

Terror rushed through her, but in a good way. She wanted him inside her. Still holding his cock, she stood and rubbed it against the lips of her pussy. Then she lay down upon the divan and spread her legs.

“Let me make sure.” Zach leaned down and swiped his tongue across her wet folds.

She nearly unraveled.

“Yes, ready. Such an angel.” Then he hovered over her and placed his cock at her entrance.

Anxiety filled her, but need won out. “Do it quickly, Zach.”

He pierced her.

She cried out, but he clamped his lips upon hers to deafen her noise. As they kissed, the pain—such good pain—turned into a burning, igniting a bonfire in her core. He pulled out and then thrust back in. God, the exquisite burn, and then…pleasure mounted. She started moaning. Zach broke the kiss and took a nipple between his lips as he continued to fuck her.

Oh my God. Had anything ever felt so good? When he broke away from her lips, she looked into his burning cognac eyes.

“Need a taste of you,” Zach ground out. He pulled out of her, slid down, and crushed his mouth to her pussy. He sucked her clitoris between his lips.

Sophie nearly shattered. But she wanted to come with him inside her.

“Please, Zach, please. Come back inside me.”

He smiled against her folds and then moved upward and pushed back inside her. He fucked her slowly, all the way in and all the way out.

Sophie burned, her skin rippling. Dear God, this was what she had been missing. This was what Ally wrote about in her erotica, what she did with the man she loved. No wonder young women needed chaperones. If any of them knew what they were missing…why, they’d sell their souls to the devil himself for this ecstasy.

Finally, Sophie understood.

And she didn’t ever want to stop.

Zach grunted, gripping her shoulders. With every thrust, she became more and more his, more and more taken. She gave him a part of herself, one she could never get back.

She didn’t want it back.

Zach’s thrusts became more and more powerful. This exchange of power between them, this joining—heaven itself couldn’t be any better than this.

When her climax hit, she splintered into a million pieces, each a fiery spark sending energy straight to her core. Above her, Zach continued to plunge into her, her pussy blazing with each lunge. She cried out, grasping his arse and pulling him into her, so deep she could feel him against her womb. Deeper, deeper…

“I can’t hold off any longer, Sophie.” He closed his eyes, thrust into her one last time, and pulled out, squirting his essence onto her belly.

Then he leaned down and kissed her.

She returned his kiss with all the emotion bubbling inside her, all the love and devotion she felt at that moment. For this must be love, yes? She had never felt anything like it—an all-consuming longing for another person.

She had no delusions that he could grow to love her, especially since her stepfather wouldn’t allow him to court her. But this might be her only chance to experience this wonder, and she was going to take advantage of it.

“My God, Sophie,” Zach said when he broke the kiss. “That was unbelievable. I’ve never…” He moved away from her, helped her up, and then sat next to her on the divan, his legs splayed apart, his cock now soft against his auburn bush of curls. He looked completely and beautifully spent.

“You’ve never what?” Sophie asked.

“It’s just never…been so intense before. You’re something else, Sophie.”


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