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“Come!” I held my arms open for her and she took her sweet time walking to me. I pulled her into my chest and buried my nose in her hair.

Am I supposed to feel this much guilt because I had a life before we became this thing that now are? Isn’t is just women who pay attention to this kind of sentimental bullshit?

“I had a life before we met Sydney. Getting upset because I lived my life before you makes no sense. I know why you’re crying and I can’t go back and change what was. So if this is going to be a problem for you, then we should just end this right here and now.”

The words almost burned a hole in my tongue but I needed her to see sense. Of course I wanted the names of every man she’d ever given her mouth, but that was different.

Her answer was to wrap her arms tighter around me. And I didn’t miss the slight shaking of her head against my chest.

Her hurt made me feel sick to my stomach and I couldn’t understand why. Maybe I didn’t need to, maybe I just needed to make her feel better now.

“I don’t plan on seeing her again.” That didn’t exactly stem the flow of tears so I lifted her in my arms and took her back to bed.

“Come on now, no more.” I wiped her face and covered her lips with mine so that I wouldn’t see her tears or that pitiful look on her face that I’d foolishly put there.

I soothed her with soft kisses from my lips and warm caresses from my hands, removing her clothes bit by bit as our lips played together.

She pushed my shirt off my shoulders and I helped her get rid of my pants before making my way down her body, coming to a stop between her thighs.

I lifted her to my mouth like an offering and made love to her with my tongue, driving it deep inside her. Her juices escaped and made their way into my lungs as her hips moved carelessly beneath the onslaught of my attentions.

When she pulled at me and opened her legs wider in invitation I climbed up her body and slid into her.

Her eyes closed once she’d taken all of me and at last her tears were gone. “Look at me!” She lifted her eyes to mine and I lowered my lips to her brow.

There was so much in that expression. Innocence, hurt, fear and a host of other things that I didn’t understand. But I know how I would feel if the shoe was on the other foot.

I didn’t have to understand her female anger to know that her heart was no different to mine. “None of them, no matter how many, have ever meant more than you do.”

That was as close as I got to giving her those three little words that had been playing around inside my head since the first time I took her. Since the moment I realized what she was to me.

She gave a small cry and pulled me down to her, wrapping her legs around me as we started a new dance together.

I didn’t have to kiss away any more tears, my body was enough to appease her and heal her sore heart. I showed her with my kiss, and the soft slow loving thrusts into her body. She responded well, but I soon felt the restless heat between her and I.

I should’ve known her bratty ass wouldn’t let me keep to this pace that she’d soon want more. “Please…” She strained against me, still unsure of herself even with all her boldness.

“Tell me!”

“I want more.” She bit my nipple making my cock jerk inside her and leak more pre-cum.

“Like this?” I fucked into her harder.

“More.” Now she raked her nails down my back to my ass and pushed herself harder against me, but it still didn’t seem to be enough.

When she used her legs and arms to turn us over, leaving me on my back as she sat on my cock with her hands planted firmly on my chest, only then was she satisfied.

The fire raged out of control and we were both caught up in flames. I grabbed her hips and let her ride, taking as much of me as she wanted, afraid that we’d end up hurting her.

I tried calming her, “Shh, calm down’, but her hips only moved faster as if she was chasing using my cock to chase away whatever was beating inside her.

She rode my cock so hard I slipped into her womb on one of my manic thrusts up inside her. “Oh shit.” I tried easing out of her when her body bucked in shock.

She screamed bloody murder and her body shook spasmodically. Her eyes rolled back in her head and I held my breath as I waited for her to come back.

This could go one of two ways, she could either love womb fucking, or it will be the worse pain she’s ever felt.

When she fell on my lips like a starving wolf, and fucked herself on my cock I knew I had a winner.

“Fuck baby.” I threw her to her back and rammed her pussy like a bull in season.

“Who’s got the sweetest pussy in the world hmm?” She huffed out the words me-me-me as I pummeled my cock into her harder and harder.

I pulled her body up from the mattress and held her closer. I sank my teeth into the soft flesh of her neck and drew it into my mouth, leaving my mark.

I bit into her neck and rode my cock high in her pussy until she was chanting my name and the word fuck over and over. Where did she learn this shit? And how to incite me to madness with her inflaming words.

I released her neck and went back to her lips as I felt my balls draw up close and my cock stiffen inside her. “Cum inside me.”