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Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more he slipped two fingers inside me, instantly setting me off as I squirmed against his face, my slick coming hot and quick.

“Boone, oh fuck, please!” I begged.

He growled against my sex, the sensation doing wonders as he continued fucking me on his fingers, curling them in just the right way that had me right on the edge again.

“Be a good girl for me, Autumn. Come.”

His voice was darker, more commanding, his alpha vibes rolling off of him. It wasn’t a bark, but I couldn’t resist and I didn’t want to.

I shattered, my release shooting out of me in a way I hadn’t experienced before, soaking the bed and the man between my thighs.

It was the kind of mess I’d only made during a solo heat fest and a sudden wave of embarrassment found me.

I nudged Boone’s head away from my thighs, not being able to meet his eye.

Not having any of that, he moved up to cup my jaw, his eyes searching mine. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

He looked gutted at the thought, and I couldn’t stand to let him think it was something he did.

Okay so he did sort of assist, but I knew it wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea.

“I made a mess,” I muttered, desperately wanting to look away.

Boone nodded seriously. “You absolutely made a mess, Autumn. And you know what? I loved it.”

“Really?” I asked my eyes shooting back to his.

His thumb stroked my cheek tenderly as he nodded again. Something settled inside of me now that I hadn’t completely ruined the moment.

“I more than love it,” he said, a slow and sinuous smile spreading across his face, his mouth and beard glistening from my release. “The fact that I can give you that? The fact that your pleasure is so intense? It does things for me, baby girl.”

He slid back down my body, his tongue lapping at the wetness of my thighs in long stripes, as if he wanted to clean every inch of me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, looking down at him.

“Savoring my reward. Now relax and enjoy, because I want another one.”

Boone took his time with me, and by the time he worked his way up my thighs and to where I wanted him most, my worries had faded.

I trusted Boone something fierce, and I believed him when he said he wanted this. And for fucks sake, it was my body’s natural response, I had nothing to be ashamed of, experiencing it with a partner was just different.

Two fingers toyed with the slick between my legs before pushing deep inside me again. His mouth went to my clit as he began working me again, all the while I stared down at him.

“Oh fuck,” I said, when he added a third finger in, his brown eyes sparking at my reaction.

“That’s it. Be a good girl and let me stretch you. I need to get you ready for my cock, baby girl.”

“Boone,” I groaned, my head tilting to the side as his thrusts grew stronger, seeming to hit that same sweet spot inside me over and over again.

His grip on me tightened, his other hand moving to hold my hips down and pressing against my front. Somehow it made the pleasure and pressure that much more, and it wasn’t long until I was gasping and clenching around his fingers again.

My toes curled as I gripped his hair sharply, his teeth lightly grazing my clit as he thrust again and again, not stopping as the white hot pleasure shot behind my eyes, my eyes screwing shut as I came even harder than last time, squirting all over Boone.

The man was a fucking trooper as I basically waterboarded him between my thighs.

I was shaking by the time he was done and he came to lay next to me, gathering me in his arms and holding me tight against him, his warmth wrapping around me as I took deep breaths of his warm woodsy scent.

“You did so good, baby,” he praised, placing a kiss to my hairline. “Thank you for giving me that.”


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