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His arms wrap around me from behind, leaving a trail of goosebumps on the sensitive skin of my stomach. He ducks into my ear. “You shouldn’t run from me like that.”

And then he’s spinning me around.

“Cinnamon, tell me you don't want this, tell me to stop. It's not too late, but once I have you, I’m not sure that I can let you go.”

His words are terrifying, not for me but for him.

The last time a man had me all to himself, it didn't end very well.

Jutting my chin up, I meet his gaze head on. “You can only have me if you're willing to share.” One night stands had never befallen my bad luck. It was only once I decided to commit that everything went awry.

“Are you with someone else?” he growls, his arms tightening around me.

I shake my head before verbalizing, “No… Not yet at least. But I do want a boyfriend.”

I can’t have one.

His lips tighten, his nostrils flare, his eyebrows furrow in confusion. He opens his mouth a few times before he finally speaks. “If that’s what it takes, Cinnamon. Whatever I have to do to remain by your side.”

There is a flash of terror at the intensity of his words, at the gruffness of his tone. For all intents and purposes, we only met tonight.

But he has agreed to my terms, and I’m fucking horny.

“Good.”

The water allows me to jump higher than I normally can, and I swing my legs around his hips, landing with his cock just below my cunt. I want him inside of me. I want to feel the stretch. I want to remember what it feels like to be fucked.

“I don’t have a condom,” I tell him. “But I don’t have anything and I won’t get pregnant.”

He grumbles against the word pregnant as if the fact that I won’t is a problem. “I don’t either.”

He doesn’t say anything else as he surges forward, capturing my lips. Consuming me as his hands explore my body, leaving a trail of warmth despite the cool water.

Once satisfied, he groans, shifting until the tip of his cock finds my cunt.

He snaps his hips upwards.

I hiss at the stretch.

“I can’t—it’s too much.” But I don’t unwrap myself from him.

He buries in my neck, his mouth latching on to the sensitive skin there. He sucks down, causing wave after wave of desire to expand, and as he's doing that, he rolls his hips up just the tiniest bit. Another centimeter into me.

One of his hands goes under the water cupping my ass, the other finds my clit between us offering it a pinch, and then he sinks me down another centimeter.

“Orzo…” It’s a groan that leaves me, my legs wrapping tighter, preventing him from pushing in anymore. “You’re too big, I—”

“Do you trust me?” he clips into my ear, his voice rough and rugged.

“I… Yes?” I ask, looking up at him.

He pinches harder on my clit and thrust upwards. The water helps just the smallest amount to lubricate, but it isn’t enough. It can’t be more than the head of his cock but I’m already too stretched.

“You say stop and I end this.” The hand on my ass curls, squeezing tightly and holding me in place. And then he tugs me onto him.

It’s too much.

“Holy fuck—” My legs unwrap, and I propel myself off and backwards into the water.