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“I need you inside me, Micah, right now.”

“Fuck, yes,” he replies and loosens his hold.

I scramble off his face and push his jeans down.

They’re already open and I freeze because—holy fuck—while he’s been eating me out, this sexy as fuck cowboy has been stroking his big, beautiful cock.

“Were you—were you touching yourself?” I ask.

His blue eyes are blazing as he licks his lips and nods.

“Yeah, Princess, I was touching myself. You got me so fucking hot for you.”

Moisture floods between my legs, and I swallow.

“Is that okay?” Micah asks, head tilted, and oh my God, I think he’s serious.

“Yes,” I reply. “That’s okay, but next time, I want you to show me.”

He nods, and sits up, helping me push his jeans all the way off. Then he takes my hand and puts it right on his hard cock.

“Anything you want, you can have.”

I swear that’s the moment something inside my chest tears wide open. It’s like all my inhibitions, all my fears and doubts just get tossed out.

And the only things left are desire, passion, and need—for him.

There’s something else—something that feels a lot like love, but I don’t want to think about that now.

I want to focus on what’s happening here.

So I do.

I look at him—at Micah.

God, he’s so hot.

His lips are parted, and he’s panting while I run my fingers up and down his thick shaft.

“Feel that? It’s all for you, Princess,” he groans as I squeeze him with both hands now.

“Good,” I reply, and straddle his hips.

I place his broad head at my entrance. Then I sink down in one hard motion.

We both groan.

He’s so big.

I can feel him stretching me, and it burns.

But it feels so good I don’t stop, I don’t wait.

I move.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his voice low and gravelly.

His pupils are blown as I rock my hips, taking him deeper into myself. He’s so thick and warm, I feel pressure and a fullness I’ve only ever read about.