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She explodes then, pulsing and whining, and trying to shift her knees so they’re closing in around my neck. I shake my head, keeping her spread, as I continue to work her through it—fucking her with my tongue and fingers until she’s nothing but lazy limbs and whimpered cries. Then I crawl up her body and kiss her languidly. I love that she doesn’t pull away from her taste, but groans and licks at my tongue as if she loves it. Her hips roll beneath mine as she moves to pull at my boxers.

“Need you,” she pants.

I pause, making sure to hold eye contact as I ask, “Are you sure? I’m okay with us stopping here if you’re not ready.”

Fuck, I’m not sure I’m ready. It’s one thing to make her come. I could do that all day—taste her, feel her, watch her. Having her writhe underneath me in pleasure is one of the best things I’ve ever experienced. But this is Penny. The only girl who has ever touched something deep inside me. Kissing her last week for the first time was…fuck, it rearranged my brain. Since then, I haven’t been able to go a few seconds without thinking about her. Sex with Penny will never just be sex.

“Stop being so sweet and fuck me like a good fake boyfriend,” she orders, pulling me from my thoughts.

“I prefer book boyfriend,” I mutter. Turns out her words are the only kindling I need. I lean up on my knees, searching my pocket for the condom. When I pull it out, I adjust just enough to pull my sweats off, kicking them to the space beside me.

“Oh, look at you being prepared,” she taunts. “Such a Boy Scout.”

“Boy Scouts don’t fuck in the library.”

“It actually sounds exactly like where a Boy Scout would fuck,” she says with a husky laugh before reaching for the condom. I watch in fascination as she rips it open before her gaze settles between my legs and she licks her lips. “I really don’t know if you’re going to fit.”

I shake my head even as I hiss between my teeth when she rolls the condom down and then squeezes my cock, her fingers barely making it around me.

“It’ll fit, Xuxuzinho, I promise.” I lean over her as I notch my head at her entrance. “We’ll work it in nice and slow. I’ll teach you how to take my cock perfectly.”

“Oh fuck,” she whines as I begin to push in. I take her lips in mine, coaxing her with my tongue as I press in a touch farther. She cries softly into my mouth so I pause, reaching between us and strumming her clit to take the edge off. Her legs fall open and I slide in a little more. She’s so fucking tight, I have to squeeze my eyes shut. If I see her reaction right now, I’ll lose it.

Still only halfway in, I pull out just a bit, lubricating myself with her arousal, and then thrust back in again. But this time I can’t help it. When I hear her soft whimper, my eyes fly open and I see the most beautiful sight: copper eyes staring up at me with trust, with so much lust, as she waits for me to take her completely.

“Please,” she begs, thrusting her hips up and forcing me in farther.

I don’t look away this time as I push the rest of the way in, burying myself deep inside her. And it’s in that moment that I know for certain I am well and truly fucked.

Chapter 24

Penny

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He wasn’t supposed to be like this.

And yet, I think I knew even before he buried himself inside me that Monty could never be anything but this. Devastatingly perfect, destructively sweet.

All my insecurities over my soft body, all the places I didn’t love about myself, he stared at with reverence. He kissed me like he couldn’t get enough. Like he was trying to memorize my taste.

And don’t even get me started on that first orgasm. My body is still buzzing from the feel of him between my legs. From the way his tongue worked magic against my clit. From the words he strung together while he slowly took me apart.

Every nerve ending in my body feels as if it’s on fire as his hip settles against mine and he drives into me. I’m stretched beyond reason, my insides rearranged.

But it’s not just the way he thrusts into me; I swear my heart has taken up a new beat as he moves. Which must be the reason it’s so hard to breathe right now, why I’m panting for air.

“Oh, Xuxuzinho,” he groans, and then mumbles something in Portuguese. When I whine because I can’t understand, he says, “You feel like heaven.”

Then he presses his lips to mine like he can’t stop kissing me. God, I love that I do that to him.

I feel as though I am having an out-of-body experience, as if this is a dream, as if I’ve imagined this entire scenario. Which I have done a hundred or so times just this past month. And probably at least a hundred more over the years.

I cannot believe I’m having sex with Jake Montgomery.

He shifts his weight and pulls out just a little, resting his head on mine. Then we both watch as he pushes back in.

“Oh fuck,” I whimper, but he catches my lips, silencing me with a kiss.

“Shhh, I love your little sounds but I don’t want to have to stop.”