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I had to stop and take several deep breaths to keep from coming at just that small amount of ecstasy. “You feel so fucking good, baby.” I urged her legs around my waist, and the change of position caused her inner muscles to squeeze me even more. “Fuck,” I grumbled as I dropped my face into the crook of her shoulder.

“Don’t stop,” she whimpered.

Gathering my strength, I moved in farther, grateful that her juices were making it a fairly easy glide. She was so damn tight. When I felt the resistance of her virginity, I paused to let her adjust fully to my size. Then I raised my head and asked softly, “Are you ready?”

“More than ready,” she assured me with a sweet smile that I felt to my very soul.

I covered her mouth with my own, ratcheting up her passion in hopes of lessening the pain as I rammed through the barrier until I was sheathed from root to tip. Ripping my lips away, I threw my head back and shouted, “Fuck!”

My body was screaming for me to move, but I very barely managed to keep still and check on Gracie. “Are you alright?” I rasped through my clenched jaw.

“I’m so full,” she moaned. “Move, Hudson, please!”

My control snapped, and I reached up to grab the headboard as I began to pound inside her, fast and hard.

“You feel amazing wrapped around my fat cock, baby.” I looked down between us and watched my dick retreat, shiny with her juices and tinged pink with her virginal blood, before disappearing inside her hot, wet channel. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen, and the base of my spine began to tingle.

Gracie cried out, and her legs tightened around me as if she were afraid I would pull out. Not fucking happening.

“Oh yeah, baby. That’s it. Squeeze your tight pussy,” I encouraged in a guttural tone. “Milk my cock, Gracie. Fuck, yes!”

The mattress squeaked with the force of my thrusts, and I had to move my hands to the mattress when the headboard began to slam into the wall.

“Oh, fuck yeah, baby,” I groaned. “Fuck! Yes! Oh, fuck!”

Her big tits were bouncing enticingly, and I dropped my head to suck one beaded peak in my mouth.

“Oh, Hudson! Yes! Yes!” Gracie cried out, her volume escalating as her muscles went taut. I could feel she was close and prayed I lasted long enough to push her over the edge first.

I switched to her other nipple, and she thrust her chest up, begging for more. It was all I could take. “Come, Gracie,” I demanded.

She froze for a beat, then shattered in my arms as she screamed my name. I drove in twice more before planting myself as deep as possible and roaring as my climax crashed over me and come burst from my dick. “Fuuuuuuuuuck!”

I stayed buried inside her, but I rocked with the fast pace of my racing heart, drawing out both our orgasms for as long as possible. Endless streams of jizz spurted from my tip, filling her womb until it spilled out between us.

When I finally appeared to be empty, I untied her wrists and collapsed onto the mattress beside her. “Holy shit,” I breathed as I gathered her into my arms. “That was…”

“Better than my dreams,” Gracie finished.

“You fantasize about me a lot, baby?” I teased.

Gracie snorted. “I guarantee it wasn’t nearly as much as you.”

“True,” I conceded with a chuckle. “But about those fantasies...rest up because as soon as I’ve recovered, I’m fucking you in those sexy as hell heels.”

5 Hudson

A knock on my office door interrupted my stream of thought, and I glared at my computer and shouted, “Go away!” Then immediately lost myself in my work again.

An idea had come to me a couple of weeks before, and I’d been engrossed in the project ever since. It was also how I distracted myself from brooding about the fact that things with Gracie had been tense the past few weeks. She’d decided to take a few summer courses, hoping it would help her decide what she wanted to study. I knew it would keep her busy, and I had started a few online courses toward my PhD, but I hadn’t expected to see quite so little of her. Even worse, when we were together, things sometimes seemed...off. I couldn’t quite place how, though, and hadn’t ruled out the idea that I was imagining it. However unlikely that possibility was.

Right after Gracie’s birthday, she and I moved in with London in her parents' Manhattan brownstone. I came clean with Gracie about my education shortly after. While she’d been really fucking mad at me for a few hours, she eventually let me make it up to her with my mouth and cock over and over until she’d forgotten all about what I was apologizing for.

I’d finally been able to tell her about working for her dad as well, although the nature of my projects was still classified. The very, very nice nest egg I’d built us had soothed some of the sting out of that secret. However, only a handful of others knew about my position and projects. My focus remained on building a life with Gracie, and I didn’t want headhunters and whoever the fuck else buzzing around me like annoying bees. And if anyone made Gracie feel like she was keeping me from greater things, I would end them. Because nothing, nothing was more important to me than her and our future family.

I thought we’d left all the omission and deception behind us, but now it felt like she was the one keeping secrets.

The door opened, and I growled at the intruder in warning.

“Are you going to tell me what you’re working on?” Jonah asked as he dropped onto an empty chair beside me, completely disregarding my clearly anti-social mood.

I gave him the side-eye before returning my attention to my computer screen. If he had been anyone else, I would have bitten their