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I slid my dick in further, waiting for a sign that it hurt too much but every time I pushed in, she pulled me closer.
“So good,” she whimpered when I’d finally sunk inside of her. “Please. I need more.”
Thatplease. It undid me every time.
“I can’t go slower anymore,” I warned her, resting one of my hands on her hips, holding her against me. The walls of her ass clenched tight, her pussy and clit were swollen and dripping, and all of it was about to send me over the edge.
She cried out my name as I pulled out and pushed back inside of her. Then I began moving, pressing my thumb against her clit before teasing her cunt with my fingers.
“Fucking hell,” I groaned, watching her legs begin to shake as she quivered from head to toe.
I let loose, fucking her like an animal, like I needed her to breathe.
Some deep part of me whispered that I did.
I fucking needed this woman. I needed her cunt and her mouth, and I needed her damn heart and soul.
“Oliver!” she cried out as her orgasm took her over the ledge.
I was mesmerized by the way her body bucked wild beneath me. My thumb and finger pinched her clit as she began to slow, sending her straight into another orgasm.
My own climax started at my spine, that fucking buzz of heat that went straight to my balls and my dick.
I thrust myself inside of her deep, exploding all of me into her, hoping it was enough to keep her connected to me forever.
“Shannon,” I groaned as my dick still twitched deep inside her ass. “You’re so damn incredible.”
Her hands slid from my hips to my back. Her fingertips lightly trailed down my spine and around to my sides. “You’re pretty amazing yourself.” She opened her eyes, blinked slowly, and smiled before she frowned. “I love you. Please don’t hurt me.”
Damn.
Her vulnerability, her fear, went straight to my chest and I pulled out of her slowly before I fell between her legs.
“Never,” I promised. “I’ll try my best, every single fucking day to never hurt you.”
I was a man of my word. Always had been.
I hoped like hell I’d prove it true with her.
Chapter TWENTY-THREE
SHANNON
It was official. I was completely freaking out.
“This is amazing,” Melissa said, bouncing up to me with two glasses of champagne in her hand.
We’d been busy since one o’clock with the official grand opening of Stamped. We had champagne and tiny cupcakes and bite-sized cookies brought in from a bakery just down the street, and we were almost out of the hundreds we’d ordered.
I’d made more money in one day than I had in almost six months.
My head hadn’t stopped spinning.
The last two weeks had completely flown by. I’d spent most nights with Oliver at my place or one of his. Sometimes we met at his hotel crash pad, and on weekends we went to his house. Other nights he came directly to Stamped and had to almost physically haul me out of my workroom.
I was in way over my head. My online sales had started booming after the street fair, from mostly local customers who had stopped by my booth. I’d had dozens of previous customers contact me wanting more jewelry after seeing my website had been updated with the information of my first physical store location.
My fingers were cut and callused and bandaged and worn down from all the work I’d been doing.
