Page 180 of The Dark Stranger

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She takes me inch by inch, her body adjusting to my size.

I can see the way her face tenses.

The way her breath catches.

It hurts.

I know it does.

But she doesn't stop.

She keeps going until I'm buried inside her completely.

"Fuck," I breathe.

She sits there for a moment, her hands braced on my chest, her eyes closed.

Thenshe starts to move.

Slowly at first.

Up.

Down.

Her hips rolling.

But then she picks up the pace.

Faster.

Harder.

She's riding me like her life depends on it.

Like this is something that's been missing from both our lives.

And maybe it has.

I sit up, my hands grippingher bare body.

One hand on her hip.

The other sliding up her back.

She moves up and down, her breasts bouncing, her moans filling the room.

"I've wanted you," I tell her, my voice rough. "Every fucking day, Bec's. I thought about you. I watched you. I *needed* you."

Her eyes open, locking onto mine.

"I love you," I say, and I mean it. "And you're going to feel the same way. I'll make sure of it."

She grips my head, pulling me close, and rides me harder.

Faster.

Her pussy clenching around my cock.

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