Eight Long Years (Heart of Hope 5)
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“Yes.” I was dying I was so ready.
“You’re tight, honey.”
“Then it will be extra good for you, right?” I managed to say.
“Jesus, fuck.” He pushed his tip to my entrance, growling again as he slid in, slow.
I was whimpering, my body shaking as he filled me. Not because it hurt, but because it wasn’t enough. Nowhere near enough.
“Cyrus,” I pleaded. I gripped his hips with my hands and pulled with my legs all at once until he sank fully inside, filling me beyond what I could have ever imagined.
“Aw fuck!” He cried out. “Petal.” He groaned again. “Fucking sweet Petal.”