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  “This is really happening, right?” she asked, her voice almost dazed.

  “Oh yeah, baby. This is so happening.” I kissed her again, showing her with my body just how much I meant my words, showing her that she was it for me.

  I didn’t have to be an expert in bed to know how to please my girl. I’d show her how good I could make her feel, hear her cry out in pleasure when I was buried deep in her, claiming her virginity the same way she would claim mine.

  I crushed her to me, my big arms around her smaller body. She felt good against me, smelled incredible, and I was harder than granite.

  I speared my hands in her hair and kissed her until we were both gasping for air. I wanted to drown in her, wouldn’t even care if I died right now. My dreams were coming true, my girl was in my arms, wanting me, and all was right in the world.

  How would she feel if I told her all these years it was her I’d jerked off to, her I’d thought about naked, shaking in pleasure for me, crying out my name, as I had my hand wrapped around my cock?

  But this moment wasn’t one of my fantasies. She was here. This was my reality.

  She pulled away, gasping for air, her lips red, swollen.

  “Kiss me again,” she moaned.

  I did just that.

  I held her still with my hands in her hair as I fucked her mouth like I wanted to do between her legs. And when she arched into me, her breasts pressing into my chest, I just about let go.

  Roxie was ready for me; I knew that without a doubt. She ground her sweet jean-covered pussy on my lap, right over my cock, and I lifted my erection so it pressed against her.

  I needed more, so much more.

  Without even being inside of her, I knew I could have come, knew I could have gotten off from kissing her alone.

  Roxie panted against my mouth, and even if I wanted to kiss her forever, never stop until my lips were bruised, I did pull back.

  As much as I would have loved to take her right here, the truth was I wanted her in my bed, naked, under me, ready for it all. I could have been drunk on her scent, on the feel of her, the way she held on to me, looked into my eyes with such longing and passion.

  “Take me to the bedroom, Axel. Take me to your bed.”

  My heart pounded like a fucking jackhammer in my chest, a war drum beating against my ribs.

  I wrapped my arms around her, held her to me, and got off the couch. I walked into the bedroom. My cock was digging between her thighs, my need for her so strong, so powerful I couldn’t even think straight.

  When we were in the room, the door shut, Roxie in the center of my bed, I took a step back. Even fully dressed she was so fucking gorgeous. She was the most beautiful woman in the world.

  “I need to be with you,” I said, not sure if she even understood me. My voice was deep, serrated, my desire for her like gasoline on an open fire.

  And she didn’t hesitate in the slightest. I watched as she sat up, undressing for me, her focus trained on my face. I wanted this moment to be in slow motion, wanted to absorb every second of it, have it ingrained in my head like a brand.

  And then she was naked, every inch of her creamy skin on full display. She had a light sprinkling of freckles along her shoulder blades, ones I’d seen before, but now they meant so much more. Now they were set in an intimate place.

  A part of me wanted to go slow, to make this last. But another part of me wanted to take her roughly, possessively. I wanted to spank her perfect ass until the red print of my hand was on her flesh, a mark of my claim.

  Virgin or not, I knew what I wanted, how I wanted to give it to her, and trying to be sweet and gentle—the way she deserved—was going to be fucking hard.

  “Your turn,” she whispered, and I didn’t hesitate to get undressed.

  I let her look her fill; let her really take in every inch of me. Hell, I’d done the same to her, wanted to do that again now.

  And when she lowered her gaze to my cock, her eyes widening slightly, I felt like a crude bastard for grabbing my dick and stroking myself. I liked her watching me, got off on her breathing changing because she was turned on.

  “Come here, Axel,” she said. I didn’t even think about not doing what she wanted. I gave my dick one last tug, this harsh sound leaving me.

  When I was right in front of her, she gazed up at me, a look of innocence written on her face.

  “What do you want?” she asked, this genuine curiosity laced with her arousal.

  I could have tried to be gentle, spouted poetic shit to make her blush. Instead I wanted her cheeks turning red because of the dirty fucking things I said to her.

  “I want to be deep inside you, so deep there isn’t a place I’m not touching. I want you to feel me everywhere, your pussy stretched around my cock, your mouth open with cries of pleasure.”

  And her face did get red, her pupils dilated, and I could see the glossiness of her arousal between her thighs. I was trying not to be a caveman, but fuck, all I wanted to do was devour her.

  Her focus was on me the whole time, her pulse beating frantically below her ear.

  I was transfixed as I stared at her creamy skin. This anxiety slammed into me.

  I knew there was no way I could make this last, not with how much I wanted her. But she deserved so much more than I knew I could give her. I let my gaze travel over her legs and stopped for a second to stare at her pussy. God, she was so fucking gorgeous. This small thatch of trimmed hair covered her, but I could see the outline of her lips, the little nub of her clit, the curve of her ass.

  I lifted my gaze to her breasts, the mounds perfect, and not more than a handful. And her nipples were tipped pink, the hard nubs standing on point, as if eager for my mouth.

  I couldn’t stop myself. I got on my knees before her and lowered my mouth to hers, kissing her for a second. I ran my tongue over her top lip and did the same to her bottom, her flavor sweet, like spun sugar.

  The sound she made was sweet, erotic, and all for me.

  “I need you,” she said against my mouth. My control was slipping, barely hanging on as it was. I didn’t want to totally lose it with her, wanted to be the man she deserved, but it was hard. I wanted her so fiercely I felt it in my bones, the very marrow.

  “I need you too, baby.” The desperation was clear in my voice, thick like molasses, covering me, coating every inch of my body.

  She arched slowly, erotically. I could tell this wasn’t about her trying to be sexual. She just was, always.

  Christ. So good.

  “I’m so hungry for you, so damn hungry I’ll never get enough.”

  “Axel.” She said my name, her voice laced with pleasure.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I fell in love with a fighter, with a man who can take down anyone who stands in his way.” She reached out and touched my chest. “I won’t break.”

  My throat tightened, my cock jerked, and I prayed I didn’t shoot my load like some damn teenager. But having Roxie here, her body like a goddess, her need for me strong, made this seem so fucking surreal.

  “You deserve sweet and slow, Roxie. You deserve someone to make love to you.” I was a boxer, born and bred to be hard-core. I was alpha all the way, especially with Roxie. She deserved candles and chocolate, music playing in the background as she was made love to, caressed and spoken softly to.

  I worried I couldn’t give her that.

  “I want you, Axel.”

  Fuck.

  “Don’t be gentle. Don’t worry about me,” she whispered. “I know who you are, what you’re capable of. I fell in love with that man, and that’s who I want between my thighs.”

  Holy Mother of God. I was going to lose it right now, just lose it before I even had her. But I was glad she’d told me that, because going easy, being gentle when I was over the edge would have been hard as fuck.

  5

  Roxie

  The way Axel looked at me was like a man possessed, a man who knew exactly what he wan
ted and how he was going to take it.

  Maybe that realization, that reality, should have scared me, but the truth was I found it consuming, intoxicating and wanted it all for myself.

  “Maybe this is a bastard thing for me to do.” Axel stared right at me. “But tell me you saved your virginity for me. Tell me I’m the only one you want to take that cherry.”

  I’d been saving myself because of Axel, because he’s the only one I wanted.

  “It’s only been you I want,” I said honestly, lifting my hands and running them up his arms. “There has never been anyone else for me but you.”

  He smiled, closed his eyes, and let out this deep exhale. He looked at me, and I watched as his pupils dilated. The seconds passed, our breathing increased, and his body seemed to get hard, readying itself for me, for us.

  And as if this silent communication passed between us, Axel was on me, his hands on my chest, his mouth on mine. We kissed for long seconds. He plunged his tongue in and out of my mouth, claiming me, making me taste all of him, the masculinity that poured from his body in waves.

  It seemed like ages before he broke the kiss, and I was left breathless and needy, wanting more.

  He moved his mouth along my cheek, over my jaw, and started sucking at my pulse point right below my ear. The feeling of his tongue on me had a plethora of sensations moving through my body.

  I felt his hard cock digging right against me, this steel rod that was just for me… that was because of me.

  He pulled away, and I looked at his hard, smooth chest, the ink covering the upper part of him, this splash of color and design.

  “I could drill nails into wood with how hard I am for you.” God, his voice was so husky, so deep. “Show me where you want me to make you feel good, where you want me to touch you.”

  I was drunk on my emotions, on what I felt.

  “Come on, baby. Show me,” he said with more force, more brutality.

  My heart was thundering in my chest, and my hand shook as I lifted it, smoothed it along my belly, and finally touched right between my legs.

  “Right there, Roxie?” Axel asked, his voice like a serrated weapon.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “You want my hands, my fingers, my cock on that sweet virgin pussy of yours?”

  I nodded.

  We were both breathing so hard, and I felt beads of sweat line the valley between my breasts.

  I heard my heart thundering in my ears, felt it in my throat.

  And before I could react to what he was doing, Axel reached out and ran his finger right through my center. He teased my clit, gently probed my entrance, and made me feel things I’d only dreamed about.

  “Do you want me here?” he asked and gently pushed a finger into me, not very far… not far enough.

  “God, yes.” This felt so right, so good.

  He removed his finger from me, lifted it to his mouth, and sucked off the bit of wetness that coated the tip. He grabbed his huge cock, a monster between his thighs, and stroked himself, jerking off for me.

  “You like watching me, watching how I touch myself?”

  I licked my lips and nodded.

  He rubbed his palm up and down his huge shaft. I wanted to beg him to skip all this erotic torture and be with me already.

  “Axel, I’m dying here.” I felt my heart jackknife in my chest.

  This strength filled me. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock. He was huge, thick and long, the head slightly bulbous, the slit at the tip covered in pre-cum.

  “You sure?” he asked, his concern always for me.

  “More than sure.” I started stroking him, up and down, steady and slow, trying to make this feel good for him. He groaned again, the muscles in his neck standing out from how tense he was.

  He grunted from his arousal.

  “You look so fucking incredible in this position.” His voice was thick, his focus on me. His eyes were hooded, the expression seeming almost primal.

  I felt so bold, so brave in my actions.

  “Go on, Roxie. Do it, baby.”

  I started rubbing my palm up and down his length, tightening my grip, making him groan with each stroke.

  “Yeah, Roxie. That is so fucking it.” His big body was bowed over me, tense, his muscles contracted. I traced the sharp lines of his tattoos with my gaze, followed them along the dips and hollows of his body.

  But then he gently pushed me away. “Roxie, as much as I want you to keep going, if I don’t stop you, I’ll come in your hand, and I want to be deep in your body when I do that.”

  My heart seized at those words.

  6

  Axel

  As much as I wanted Roxie’s hands on me, her mouth, her pussy clamped around my cock, right now I was going to come if I didn’t stop her.

  I wanted this to last, wanted to make her get off, to feel so fucking good she cried out my name. But if I let myself go, just released that rope I held on to so tightly, I wasn’t going to last five fucking minutes.

  I stared down at her for long seconds. She was so beautiful, and it was hard for me to realize she was really here with me. Her skin was flawless, her flesh unmarred, no ink, no marks. She was the opposite of me, soft and sweet where I was hard and rough.

  “I’m ready for you,” she whispered. “I’ve been ready for you my entire life.”

  My cock jerked at her words. My balls were drawn up tightly to my body, and I knew once I was in her, I’d explode in a matter of minutes.

  I reached out and ran my finger over her lips, pulling her bottom one slightly down and letting go so her succulent flesh went back into place.

  “Come here,” she said softly and pulled me down close, our mouths inches apart.

  I rested my forehead on hers and closed my eyes, just breathing the same air as she did. I was so tense, so hard. My muscles were contracted, my body ready to take hers.

  “Do you know what you do to me, Roxie?”

  She smiled up at me. “Do you know what you do to me?”

  I exhaled in pleasure. I’d fall to my knees and worship, give her the world if that’s what she wanted. I’d do anything to make sure she was happy with me, that she stayed by my side.

  My cock was so damn hard, and pre-cum was a constant at the tip of my shaft. This went above everything or anything I could have ever imagined.

  I just stared at Roxie, her face flushed, her pupils dilated. Her mouth was red and swollen from my kisses, and I wanted them like that always.

  “I’ll never get enough of you.”

  She moaned after I spoke.

  When it came to Roxie, I was a possessive bastard. Even before she became mine, I was obsessed, going all caveman on her, wanting her for myself.

  I reached down and placed my hand on her pussy, my fingers touching her clit and lips, her gasp filling my ears. I was being a bastard right now, wanting her to tell me she was mine, that her body was mine to touch, to kiss, to love.

  “This is mine, isn’t it?” I spanned my hand over her cunt, her heat and wetness making my cock jerk.

  “Yes, only yours.” She started breathing harder.

  “Say it again,” I demanded.

  “You own it. You own me.” She looked right into my eyes, her focus clear. “But you’re mine the same as I’m yours.”

  I grunted.

  “Yeah I am, baby.” I growled low, like some kind of fucking animal. I was just teasing her clit, letting her feel me. I rubbed that bundle back and forth and watched the pleasure move across her face. “No one will ever know what you feel like.”

  While I rubbed her clit, I moved my thumb down to her pussy hole, teasing the entrance, gently dipping it in, making her feel me there too.

  “How good does that feel, baby?”

  “So good.” Her voice was breathless.

  My chest tightened at hearing her words.

  I leaned down again, taking her mouth in another hard, deep kiss. She opened her mouth wider for me, and I plu
nged my tongue inside. I needed my cock in her pussy now. I needed to take her virginity, and I needed her to take mine.

  “Spread wider for me,” I moaned against her mouth. This needed to be good for her, slow for her.

  I reached between us once more to grab my cock, rubbing the tip up and down her pussy.

  “You’re so big, so hot.”

  I pressed my hips tighter against hers.

  “All because of you, baby.” I was losing my fucking mind, but God, I wanted oblivion.

  “I am so wet for you,” she moaned.

  I clenched my eyes shut. “Your words alone could make me lose it.” I thrust all my inches into her, then retreated, back and forth over and over again. She was so hot, so primed for me.

  She had her nails on my skin, the flesh giving way. I liked the pain, craved it. I’d inadvertently hurt her, and I wanted her to transfer that pain to me. If I could have taken it all from the very beginning, I would have.

  She looked up at me, her eyes wide, her mouth parted. I slammed into her especially hard, and she gasped.

  I stilled.

  “I’m sorry, baby. Too much? Please tell me you’re okay.” I leaned down, kissed her, and wished I could make this perfect for her. I’d ask her over and over again, never hearing it enough that she was okay.

  “I’m okay, and this is perfect. It feels good.” She smiled at me. “Keep going.”

  I started moving in and out of her slowly, gently, trying to be as easy as I could. My pleasure built to an all-consuming level, to a point I couldn’t even think straight, couldn’t breathe.

  I had my hands on the bed beside her head. My biceps and forearms were clenched tight, my upper body braced, holding myself up over her. I thrust in and out, my balls slapping the soft skin of her ass every time I pushed inside.

  I needed to fill her with my seed, make her take all of it. I needed to lean back and watch it slip from her pussy when I pulled out.

  I wanted her to be marked by me in the most primal, basic of senses.