Chapter 6

6

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I t took every ounce of restraint in my body not to plunge into this woman. I wanted to go deep. I wanted to fuck her hard.

But that was just how much I lusted after Sloane. I also was developing serious feelings for her. As crazy as it sounded to me right now, I knew she was the woman I'd spend the rest of my life with.

And it was those feelings that had me inching my way inside her, watching carefully for signs that she was in pain. It was clear right away she wouldn't complain, but her eyes were squeezed shut, and she was holding onto the side of the table with one hand, her grip so tight, her knuckles had turned white.

As I moved deeper, Sloane's pained expression only tightened. I wanted to pull out and say to forget this. If it meant hurting her, we'd have to find another way. Maybe we could loosen her up with something not as big as my cock. A vibrator in a smaller size maybe?

But then she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me toward her, moving me deeper than I would have gone. Closing my eyes, I reached between us and used my thumb to massage her clit. I didn't know if it would help or not, but it seemed like a good way to distract her from the pain.

I moved slowly, pulling out again, almost to the tip, and then inching my way back in, all the while moving my thumb over her clit in small, slow circles. I was so focused on what I was doing, I didn't notice at first that her breathing had intensified as she pushed me deeper.

When I opened my eyes, I saw her head was thrown back and she was biting her bottom lip. Her expression didn't seem quite as tight. Maybe it wasn't hurting as much.

I'd expected to break through a hymen, but instead, she was just extremely tight. So tight. It was hard to believe it was possible for anyone to be this tight.

But she let out a little sigh, and then I saw that her lips were slightly parted. She even ran her tongue across her top lip. She was turned on again. My experiment in distracting her had paid off in ways I hadn't imagined.

"Mmm," she hummed, throwing her head back even more.

I was just glad she wasn't running her fingers over her nipple like she had earlier. Just the thought of that threatened to send me over the edge.

I had to shift my focus to the stack of bottled waters in the corner, thinking about how to get them to homeowners in the next couple of days. It was the only way to pull back on my arousal.

"Oh, my God," she cried out. "Harder. Fuck me harder."

My eyes popped open at that. Her head was still thrown back, her eyes closed. She was close. I could tell from the tone of her voice, not to mention the words she'd just said. So I pushed a little deeper inside, but not too much. I still didn't want to hurt her, and not just because it would take her out of the moment. I'd do anything to protect this woman and keep her safe and comfortable, even if it meant sacrificing my own pleasure.

With a cry that was bordering on a scream, Sloane came, her pussy contracting around me—squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing. That movement alone had me tossing aside the last bits of restraint.

I finally let myself take in everything in front of me. Those gorgeous tits, bouncing with each thrust. Those eyes, heavy-lidded with lust. Her face slightly flushed from her orgasm. And that sweet, sweet pussy, which was tight and wet as it surrounded me.

My cock began throbbing, and then I was coming inside her, filling her with my seed. This time I wouldn't get her pregnant, but soon I would. Soon, we'd have a family and a home together here in Rosewood Ridge. If she wanted it, I'd make it happen, because I wanted nothing else but her for the rest of my life.

Once I was spent, the reality of what we'd done hit me. We were in the trailer, technically on a work site. It was highly unprofessional. Nobody could ever know what had just happened.

We needed to get out of here. I had to make an honorable woman out of her. I had to make love to her at least once more tonight, in a bed with romantic lighting and snacks in the kitchen for when we got hungry.

I pulled out, but I leaned over one more time to give her a long kiss. When I finally broke away, I looked down at her and asked, "Are you ready to get out of here?"

She smiled, and that smile went straight to my heart. I hadn't realized until that moment just how much I'd pinned my hopes on her being happy once this was over.

If she'd had second thoughts, it would have killed me. But she wanted this as much as I did. And that made me the happiest man alive.