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I pull out slowly, and she gasps. Reaching down at the space between us, my hand explores her cleft and searches for her clit. Cass lets out a small whimper when I brush against it. “Oh!”

“Good?”

Cass nods, biting her lip.

“This lip right here…this is mine,” I growl, kissing her hard until she gives me that bottom lip of hers.

Her body moves against my fingers, showing me exactly how she likes to be touched. Cass’s face slackens with pleasure when we find our rhythm, me making small circles around that taut button. “Yes. Good. Oh my god…so good,” she moans.

Her orgasm finds her quickly. Her body shudders, her legs tighten around me, and her fingernails dig into my back. But it’s her face that wrecks me. I’ve never seen anything or anyone so perfectly beautiful. She’s gorgeous when she comes; her cheeks flushed, her brows raised in wonder, and her mouth curved upward in a half smile.

And when I can’t take another second of staying still, half buried inside her, I push in again, nearly blacking out at how painfully, deliciously perfect she feels. So tight, almost too tight. So warm, so wonderful.

I pull out again and push back inside, stroking in and out and feeling so overflowing with love for my girl that I can’t keep my stupid mouth shut.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel unimportant, Cass. You mean everything to me.”

She smirks, her eyes fluttering as she takes me. “Shut up; you’re gonna make me cry.”

My body and brain are so in sync, both so excited that I can’t shut up.

“I need you to know that. You’re the most important thing in my life. You’re my girl. I’m yours. This is it. You got that?”

I shouldn’t be asking her questions as I’m thrusting in and out, both our brains scrambling, the flames inside me building to a wildfire.

“I know,” she whispers.

“There’s nobody else but you. And I don’t want you doing any more of those group dates. You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

“Yes, Titus. Yes,” she says, gasping, her sex clenching down on me like a vise.

“Shit, girl. You keep saying my name like that…too good. I’m gonna come.”

My orgasm barrels into me while her sweet mouth whispers my name, my cock buried balls deep. I knew she’d be sweet and soft. I didn’t think she’d make me an addict for her mouth, curves, and sweet, sticky heat.

Staying right where I am inside her, I roll her back on top of me, exactly where she belongs.

“You’re strong,” she says, laughing, the vibrations exciting against my sensitive parts. “I’m impressed you can toss me around like that.”

“What do you mean?” I’m not beefy, but I can hold my own. I don’t go to the gym, but years of working outside and in the machine shop have carved out adequate muscles. I’m tall and lean. “Strapping,” I’ve heard older women say when they think I can’t hear. I’m not a Hemsworth, but I could probably beat either of those dudes at basketball.

Cass laughs, kisses my chin, and then nestles her cheek against my breastbone. Her breath wafts over my pectoral, and her thumb grazes over my nipple. It feels good, and those useless nubs grow hard against her touch. It’s something I never thought that was an arousing spot for me, but Cass has that effect. Every way she touches me is exciting and crazy-making.

She takes a minute to answer the question. Finally, she sighs. “I mean…you know what I mean. I’m hardly a dainty thing.”

It takes me a minute to decipher what she’s saying.

Is she putting herself down? No. I can’t have that. I do not like that at all.

“No, you’re not dainty. You’re you. If you were thin, I’d still be crazy about you. I love your body just the way it is because it’s you. And just so we’re clear….” I drag my palms down to cup both her wide hips, “…this part right here makes me insane. Has been making me insane since 2018.”

She smiles shyly. “Thank you for saying that.”

“Cass, how long have we known each other?”

“A long time. Why?”

“You know I don’t say shit just to say shit. If I say you’re perfect the way you are, that’s objectively the truth.”


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