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I fly off the edge. I shoot into the heavens. I contort and spiral, and launch so fast, so hard, that I don’t even realize I’m coming until I start shaking from the force of it.

What the hell is happening? I don’t come fast. I’m slow. I need work. I usually need to get myself off.

Except when being rescued from a tree. Except with him.

“Jelly Bean,” he purrs against my sensitive flesh, his eyes raised to mine. Because he’s so large, it’s easy to see them when I look down.

I’m still shaking when he moves his mouth up my body, spreading kisses everywhere, leaving little trails of fire, until he finds my nipples. One after the other, he uses them to spear delight through my body until I’m moaning, and sobbing, writhing, needing more of him. But his hands on my body trace flames and keep me grounded to him.

He’s everywhere. There’s nowhere he doesn’t touch or lick, pull or devour. And then he’s back between my legs, his tongue hot and hard.

And I break apart again.

CHAPTER 10

Sampson

She’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever put into my mouth. I can’t get enough of her taste. It makes me so hard, I’m like a steel bomb that’s about to detonate, but I try to ignore the aching need while I enjoy my meal.

What a body. She’s got curves and curves, all meant to be stroked, and skin so soft it’s like the velvet spread in my Red Room. Her cries of delight, her moans and mewls, tighten my balls into hard nuts. The urge to ram myself into her tight sheath is nearly overwhelming. I have to curl my fingers into fists after she comes again to stop myself from moving too quickly.

Slow. Steady. She’s ready.

Keeping my eyes on hers, I lift her hips onto my thighs so I can angle my dick into position. She’s all pink and glistening, and I’m tempted to bring her to orgasm again, but I don’t think I can manage it before I come.

Come.

“Do I need a condom?” I grind out the words, though I don’t know how. I don’t even know why I ask. With every other woman I’d already be cloaked, but with her…

She shakes her head, eyes wild. “Birth control. No STDs.”

A huge wave of relief works its way through me. Good. If I had to take the time to search for a rubber now, I’d probably come in my hand. “Me, too. Same—er.” But I can’t explain further than that, because my eyes are crossing with need.

I press the tip of my dick against her opening. She’s tight. In other circumstances, I would have loosened her first, but I can’t bear to take the time. The desire to be inside her, to join her, is too overwhelming.

But still, I force myself to wait a few seconds, holding her gaze, just to make sure. When she bites her lower lip and nods, I press into her.

Tight. Soft. Slippery. I’m caught and held in a web of delight no guy can explain. The need to conquer rears, the need to subjugate as strong as the lust for her flesh that’s flaming through my very bones.

The need is new, unexpected, and somehow reverent.

Nina gasps and mewls, but as she clenches around my tip, I’m drawn in further.

Slow. Achingly slow. Firecracker slow, inch by careful inch, as she begins to shake. I’m not as wide as I am long, but I’m wide enough to be painful if she’s not ready.

“Easy, Jelly Bean.” My voice rasps. “You can take me. Relax. Just relax. You’re made to stretch for me.”

“Sampson!”

“Sshh. I’m right here. I’ve got you.” I pull back a small degree before pushing forward to the same level, maybe a little deeper. Sweat pops up on my brow as I strain with the effort of restraint. Just small motions, hip rolls, really, until her eyes stop squinting and I feel her begin to relax around me.

The worst part—I’m right there at the narrow band of her cervix. Pushing through it is going to be tough. She’s wet, she’s ready, but not ready enough.

“Just do it,” she whispers, reading my mind—or maybe my face or hesitation.

For the first time in my life, I give in and let my body takes over. I push through, deep into her, so deep, I’m held inside her like another piece of her soul. My mouth covers hers as she cries out. Lifting her into my arms as I sit on my heels, so she’s impaled on me, I move my lips down over her nipples, playing with them, distracting her while her body becomes accustomed.

“You’re so beautiful, so perfect, such a good girl, so right, so amazing, you’re like a gift, a beautiful, perfect gift.” I keep mumbling the words as my hands caress and my mouth sucks and licks, my dick gone beyond the point that’s bearable.