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before I’m able to speak the words. “No, it doesn’t hurt.”
    I feel his cock twitch inside me and there’s just something about it that feels incredibly good. I make a small sound and his face rises up, his eyes locking on mine once more. He stares deeply into my eyes as he begins to pull out.
    Cock slowly dragging against my walls, he asks, “Does it feel good?”
    My legs tremble around his waist and I gasp, “Yes,” as he eases back in.
    Slowly he rocks his hips, working his cock in and out until I’m digging my heels into his ass, demanding, “More,” and “faster.”
    Something incredible is building inside me, growing each time his strokes against that deeply buried bundle of nerves.
    “Are you sure?” he asks, his face uncertain. I can tell by the strain in his voice and the tightness in his muscles that he’s holding himself back, controlling himself.
    And that just won’t fucking do.
    I have this need to see him wild, I want to watch this beautiful man above me, filling me up with his cock, lose control.
    “Yes,” I groan. “I’m sure.”
    He rocks his hips a little faster and it’s better but I demand, “More.”
    He shakes his head, still holding back. Still not giving me all of him as he says, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    I make a sound of displeasure and dig my nails into his back but he doesn’t budge.
    I’m well aware that this is probably my only chance with him. We’re not dating, there’s been no declarations of commitment or intentions. We’re just completing an unfinished hook up. This is it, after tonight I probably won’t see him again. And I’ll be damned if I walk away from this with just a half-assed fuck. I’m going to need the real deal; I want what he gives the girls he’s not afraid of breaking to keep me warm at night for all the lonely years to come.
    So I surprise the shit out of him by thrusting my hips up hard just as he pulls out.
    “What the fuck?” he grunts but I just moan about how good it feels.
    As he pulls out, I do it again.
    “Fuck,” he curses. and the next time he pushes back into me I notice it’s just a little harder. “Is that how you want it?”
    “Yes,” I tell him. “I want it harder. Faster.”
    He grunts and gives me the same thrust as the one before.
    Frustrated, I shake my head and decide to go for the throat. “Stop holding back and fuck me like you actually want to.”
    “You think I don’t want to fuck you?” he asks, his voice half tortured laugh, half groan.
    I shake my head, words failing me for a second as an intense wave of pleasure rolls through me. The pace of his thrusting increases, the frame of his bed is creaking.
    “How do you want me to fuck you, Grace?” he asks, slamming into me hard and deep, bottoming out and holding himself there.
    I can’t breathe, it feels so good.
    Slowly, he pulls out, repeating the question. “How do you want me to fuck you, Grace?”
    Arching up, my breasts smash against his chest as I moan, “I want you to fuck me like you’re not afraid to break me.”
    He groans as if he’s in pain and for a moment his head falls forward as is he’s warring with himself.
    The muscles in his arms strain, trembling as he holds himself up and still he won’t look at me as he tells me, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “You won’t,” I insist and jerk my hips up, slamming him into my womb.
    “Fuck,” he curses, eyes snapping up. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
    All I can do is shake my head and moan, lost in the pleasure as I melt back into the mattress.
    Slowly he slides himself out, keeping only the tip inside my warm grip. I ache at the loss of him.
    “Like this?” he asks, thrusting forward harder, deeper.
    A sharp spike of sensation slams into my core.
    “Is this how you want me to fuck you, Grace?” he asks, grunting with effort as he begins to slam himself in and out. The frame of the bed creaks and the headboard begins to crack against the