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That’s when I realized that he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“You don’t have any underwear on,” I said, eyeing the cock that was now in full view of my gaze.

Okay, so I’d thought he was sexy before.

But now, with the way his cock was a few feet away from me, and I was about to get to touch it?

He was definitely sexier now.

“I’ve had four sexual partners in my life,” I said, eyeing the beast in front of me. “None of which have had a penis the size of yours. I’m fairly sure that’s gonna rip me in two.”

He chuckled, toed off his running shoes, pulled off his socks, and then took his hat off.

All of it went to the floor around the bed.

“Take off your clothes.”

I didn’t. Couldn’t.

He helped me do it, and not once as his eyes raked over the flesh he was baring, did he say, do, or even act like he was disgusted with how I looked.

In fact, the more skin I exposed, the more his eyes heated.

Warm melted chocolate—that’s how I would describe his eyes at that moment.

They were so focused on me, on my breasts and my thighs, the way my hips flared out, that I didn’t have time to be self-conscious. Not with the way he was practically eating me alive, one heated sweep of his gaze at a time.

I forgot to be nervous. I forgot to cover my stomach and my old stretch marks. I forgot that I was supposed to care about how my boobs sagged a little more now than they used to.

I even forgot my name.

That was until he swept me up into his arms and practically growled it in my face.

“Dutch,” he snapped.

I blinked, my nipples pebbling at the heat and desire in that one word coming out of his mouth.

So harsh yet so soft and melty at the same time.

“Y-yeah?” I asked, trying not to rub against him like a cat as I did.

It was a lost cause.

I loved the way his chest hair was rubbing against my distended nipples.

How his hard abs felt so good pressed against my soft belly.

How his cock felt nestled against the apex of my thighs. Not quite touching anything good, yet the promise of him being so close making me more than a little hot with anticipation.

“Do you want this?” he asked. “Because in about two seconds, everything you say or do is about to be irrelevant. I’m going to take you so hard that you’ll be spouting word soup.”

I blinked, a tiny frisson of pleasure snaked through me at the thought of him taking me so hard that I couldn’t speak in coherent sentences. “You wouldn’t stop if I told you to stop mid-way?”

He chuckled against my skin, his stubbled cheek running up and down my throat as if he whispered.

“I would.” He hesitated. “But all the ‘nos’ and ‘stops’ in the world wouldn’t register past a certain point. You’d have to really mean the ‘no’ for me to actually stop. Sometimes, people don’t know the difference between pleasure and pain, and their body tricks them into thinking they need to say stop, when in reality, they need more.”

I thought about his words for a moment. “What about a safe word? What about…”

“Safe words,” he mused, “are weird. I’m not going to not listen to you. You mean that ‘no’ or ‘stop’ and I’ll stop. But you better really mean it.”

Then he was stripping me the rest of the way, including taking out my hair tie that was holding my hair in place and then pushing me onto the bed.

He spread my legs wide, then proceeded to drop down at the end of the bed and hook both of his hands around my hips.

Seconds later, I was all but hanging off the end of the bed, reminding me of all the times I’d been at the OB-GYN’s office and the doctor would tell me ‘lower.’

Hell, if they just yanked you to where they wanted you, like Wake had just done, life would be a whole lot less frustrating.

“Jesus,” I breathed when he smoothed his hands up the backs of my thighs, then all but pressed my knees to my chest, baring my pussy and my goddamn soul to his immediate gaze.

“Fuck. Yes,” he rasped. “I’ve wanted to taste this for what feels like forever. Hold your knees wide.”

Then he stopped talking and started licking.

Two slow licks started, one at the bottom of my folds, right above my back entrance, and the other straight down the other side after he looped around my clit.

He didn’t touch anything particularly sensitive, but holy gods, did he rock my damn world with just a few licks.

One, I knew he was going to be damn good with his tongue. Two, I knew that I was about to be ruined for any other man.


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