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And amazingly they popped right out, but now my pussy was empty and needy, worse than the torment of the balls. He plunged into me, and I cried out. Tears streamed down my face.

My hips met his and we synched with hard slaps of flesh. He rubbed my mound with the palm of his hand, stimulating me. I bucked, unable to find the rhythm. His hips circled, and I screamed. My world exploded, and he kept circling while his hand worked that spot.

Then he stroked deep. I shouted his name over and over as his apa dragged along my G-spot. A rainbow of colors exploded in my head. I grabbed my nipples, squeezing, while my pussy spasmed around his thick cock.

I shattered into millions of tiny pieces. He owned me, and I’d gladly give myself to him again. In those seconds, I’d been reborn, stronger than ever.

His stared down at me as his body jerked. My hands grabbed his ass, seating him better inside me. His face revealed emotions I’d never witnessed before—confusion, joy, bliss, and then something feral, possessive, took over, before he captured my mouth with his.

We lay intertwined and spent, both trying to find our breath. His weight while heavy comforted me, because this moment was so perfect I feared it was a fantasy—we’d connected so much deeper than we had before. He owned a piece of me, my heart or even my soul. A little voice inside said this was the real thing—I loved him—not because of the way we fucked, but the small way he always made sure I was safe, comfortable, yet trusted me to hold my own. I’d never had someone tell me to fly with them, yet protected me too.

Dare shifted and moved to my side, gazing at me with sleepy eyes that shone with satisfaction. He rolled off the bed and headed to the second door, which turned out to be the bathroom. I lay half-asleep when he returned.

“Red.”

I opened my eyes when he didn’t say anything else.

He palmed my cheek and lightly kissed my lips with such sweet tenderness. “Thank you for making today the best damn day I can remember.”

He’d just claimed my heart with those words.

“Back at ya, Dare. Thanks for believing I’m brave.” For believing in me. For showing me how to fly. For teaching me to trust.

He gave me a curious look but said nothing, instead, he pulled me half onto his chest as he switched to his back. I settled with my head in the hollow of his chest and my leg thrown over his.

What a wild day those marbles had created, beyond memorable. Yet, I had a feeling even without them this day would have been just as intense.





Chapter Thirteen: Dare

The morning sun struck me in the face from the window over the bed. I blinked and squinted down at Red who was cuddled into me with her beautiful ass pushed into my groin. Damn, she felt good in my arms.

I brushed her hair back to see her sleeping face, at peace and relaxed. I wanted to wake her by slowly claiming her and I wanted to watch her sleep. She’d blown my mind, reset my definitions of what made a good woman. Women who were attracted to the club, our parties, tended to have jaded hearts and calculating minds, which was how it should be.

No one takes care of you, but you, so you better do it right.

Women like Red didn’t exist in our world because we’d chew them up and spit them out, but here she was in my world, in my bed. Her wild curiosity and openness were a nuclear combination I didn’t know existed until now.

Last night, though, had turned into something even more intense. When I came inside her, the satisfaction hadn’t stopped with the physical but dug down deep into the scorched part of me I thought dead—my emotions. Shit, I didn’t even do emotional. When I fucked up this thing between us, we’d both have new scars.

Red shifted with her soft ass rubbing against me again. Reaching over to the nightstand, I grabbed another condom because I was going to wake sleeping beauty. I arranged her legs between mine so I’d have better access to her pussy. I guided my cock through those tempting ass cheeks to her wet folds—the woman was always wet for me. I glided my cock up and down through her folds, hitting her clit with each pass. Soon she moaned and rocked her hips in her sleep.

Pulling away so I could suit up, I moved back to her pussy with the condom in place. This time I held her hips and guided my cock to her opening before I entered her. Still sleeping she arched her back, liking what I gave her. Holding tight, I rolled her onto her stomach so I was on top and my hands cupped her tits now pressed into the bed.

She moaned as I pushed deeper inside. Braced on my elbows, I moved my hips in a slow circle while I teased her nipples. Her sleepy voice called my name.

Almost awake. I wanted to wake her with a bang. I thrust deep as I pinched both nipples.

She jerked back into me, awake and panting. “More.”