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Fist in the pillow beside my ear, he framed my cheek and jaw with his other hand. "I love you, Tea Tiernan. Crazy but true."

"I love you too, Jax Badd. Even crazier, but just as true." I lifted my hips toward him. "Please, Jax. Don't make me wait any longer. I need you."

"I can't wait any longer, either." He shifted closer to me.

I guided him to me, nestling the tip of his perfect cock into my slit. Our eyes locked, then, as I let go of his erection and palmed his ass, biting my lip in anticipation.

“Ready?" he breathed.

I nodded. "Yes," I answered. "More than ready."

He eased forward, entering me gently, delicately. His brow furrowed, and we both lowered our gazes to our union, watching as he slowly, slowly filled me. His eyes flitted back to mine, and my jaw dropped open and my eyes went wide as I began to understand just how big his cock really was.

There was, to be honest, a brief moment of panic that I wouldn’t be able to handle him, but he was careful and gentle, and I was well prepared for him after two orgasms. He filled me inch by inch, and there was a sharp ache as I stretched around him.

I clawed my fingers into the hardness of his ass, whimpering breathlessly. "Ohmygodohmygod, oh my fucking god, Jax," I whispered, voice ravaged and shrill. "You're so fucking big."

He halted. "Am I hurting you?"

I fisted a hand in his hair and tugged him down to me. "No," I said into his open mouth. "No. You're perfect. Please, please don't stop."

He growled and his eyes fluttered closed as he carefully pushed a little deeper, and then a little more, and with each inch I felt more split apart, more glutted on him, and I didn't think I could take any more of his immensity, but god it felt so fucking good, so perfect, better than anything had ever felt in my life. The sharp pinch and dull, throbbing ache of my body accommodating him slowly became a pulse of pleasure, a burn of ecstasy. And then I felt him push once more, and he was rooted inside me, buried in me to the hilt, his hips against mine. I swung my legs up and wrapped them around his back and clung tightly to him, arms around his neck, mouth at his ear.

"Jax," I breathed. "You feel so fucking good inside me.”

He was panting. "You feel too fucking good, Tea. I'm on the edge already."

“Me too,” I whispered. I was shaking all over, orgasm a twitching, pulsing thing inside me, alive and waiting. "I need you to move."

He trembled above me as he eased backward, pulling out of me until he nearly slipped free, and then fluttered a soft, gentle, shallow thrust into me that had my eyes rolling into the back of my head and quiet whimpers escaping my clenched teeth.

"Oh fuck, Tea," he snarled. "Tea!"

I could only cry out wordlessly as he drove all the way into me in a slow cruising thrust that left my pussy aching around him and my womb spasming with a building climax. "Jax," I wept. "More! I need more. I need you. I need you, Jax."

I clawed my nails down his back as he withdrew and thrust back in again, this time in a single slow, smooth stroke, and the sheer bliss of that one thrust had my eyes watering and rolling back in my head yet again as an earth-shattering concussion of ecstasy battered my being.

"Jax!" I screamed, "I'm coming! Ohhhh my god, Jax, Jax, Jax, baby, god I love you, Jax!"

He made a tense, broken sound, a rough-throated growl that might have been half-sob, and when I met his eyes, I saw overwhelmed love, awe, wonder, ecstasy, and desperation. I felt his body trembling, shaking as if he was gripping a live wire, and I knew he was barely hanging on, barely holding back.

"Tea," he whispered. "God, you're so fucking beautiful."

I let my legs fall to the mattress and pulled my heels to my buttocks, grasped his ass in my hands, and pulled. "Come for me, Jax. I want you to. I need to—I need to feel you come inside me. Please, Jax. Stop holding back."

He thrust into me slowly, shaking his head. "Not yet. I want—I don't want this to end. Not ever."

Shaking, he bottomed out inside me and pushed deeper, groaning, and then pulled back once more. I whimpered as he filled me with another thrust, this one less slow, less gentle, and all the more beautiful for it.

"Yes, Jax,” I groaned when he gave me another helplessly hard thrust. "Just like that, baby. Give me your cock, Jax. All of it. Just let go."

"Barely in control," he snarled. "Might hurt you."

I squeezed around his cock and hooked my legs around his ass and pulled, hard. "Jax, baby. You won't. I swear. When you fuck me like that?"

He did it again, a powerful thrust that ripped a helpless wail out of me. "Like that?"

"FUCK yes!" I snarled, my voice hoarse and low and shaky. "Again, baby. Please." I jerked his face to mine, bit his earlobe. "Harder, Jax. Please. I'm begging you."