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Good god. Did everyone else know that the sweet ones were the spiciest?Hayes Kingman had a dirty mouth, and he knew how to use it. I don"t know who took my sweet virgin boy and replaced him with this filthy, needy man, but they were getting a Christmas present from me.

At some point I"d want my softy green-flag boyfriend back, but... later. Much, much later.

"Sweetheart," the word was a growl, his voice huskier than I"d ever heard it before. "I don"t want to hurt you so I"m going to need you to give me a yes or no when I check in with you. Got it?"

"Mmm hmm."

He gave my butt a little swat that sent all kind of tingles through me. "Yes or no, Willa."

"Yes, Hayes, I want this. Yes."

"That"s my girl." He crouched down and put a hand on each of my inner thighs, pushing my legs farther apart. He kissed the lips of my pussy and then gave me a long lick, dipping his tongue inside. But he quickly replaced it with two of his fingers, sliding them in and out. "Yes, or no?"

He felt so good, I clenched around them already feeling the build toward what was going to be a really intense orgasm. "Yes, more, please."

He put his mouth on me again, and this time licked up, up, up and proceeded to tongue my asshole. I had no idea something like that would feel good.

"Yes, or no?" With every request for my consent to continue, his voice got deeper, darker.

"Yes. Don"t stop." My own replies were getting breathier, and I was really going to have to concentrate to make sure I actually voiced the words the closer we got to him being inside of me.

Hayes licked me again, but then pulled his fingers from my pussy and smeared the wetness around my tight pucker. Then he licked it all back up.

Holy shit. This was way more erotic than I ever expected. I didn"t think I"d be into assplay, and honestly, don"t think I would have been had this been anyone other than Hayes doing it with me. Because that was the key here. He wasn"t doing this to me. We were absolutely together, and I was so happy I"d never done this with anyone else.

He drew his fingers up again, and I wasn"t sure I"d ever been so wet in my life. I thought I was probably going to leave a wet spot on his blanket before we were done. This time he didn"t follow with his tongue. No, instead I felt the light pressure of his finger slipping inside of my ass. "Fuck that"s so hot. Yes or no, baby?"

I barely got my answer out. He wasn"t the only one who thought this was hot. "Yes, Hayes."

Gently, he pushed that finger in deeper and withdrew so slowly I thought I would scream. But I groaned or moaned or both. He did that one more time, then withdrew and pulled more of my juices from me and slid a second finger in this time. "Yes?"

I pushed myself back, driving his fingers deeper. "Yes, yes."

"Jesus, fuck. Ride my fingers, just like that."

I gripped the blanket and rocked my hips, doing exactly as he said, letting his fingers slide in and out of my body, sending shockwaves through me. Hayes reached around with his other hand and found my clit with his fingers. Just two little flicks and both my pussy and my ass were clenching.

"God, Hayes, I"m going to come."

He pulled both hands from me and smacked my ass again. "No you"re not. Not until I"m inside of you. You"re going to come on my dick while I"m buried inside of your ass."

God, he fucking owned me right now, and all I could do was whimper.

"Yes or no, Willa?" My name sounded like it came through gritted teeth, and I loved that he was as heated by this as I was.

"Yes. I need you, yes, yes." Before I even finished my bevy of yeses, I saw him reach for the condoms on the bedside table and heard him rip one open. Just the sound of it, the anticipation of knowing what he was about to do had my muscles clenching, almost spasming, waiting for him.

Hayes shoved his fingers back into my pussy and pulled my body"s own lubricant up, smearing it around, pushing just the tip of his fingers inside, then repeated that twice more. "I should have gotten lube for this, but I don"t have it, so I want you as wet as I can get you, baby."

His fingers slid inside me even more easily this time, and he fucked my asshole faster, scissoring his fingers inside of me. "I want your body ready for me to fuck you."

I was ready. I was so ready. "Yes. Now. Please."

He pressed his hips against me, but he didn"t withdraw his fingers. Was this my punishment for teasing him, making him wait to come?

Nope. I felt his cock at the entrance to my pussy, and he buried himself deep with one thrust. I whooshed out a groan and then another one as he took one stroke, then another.

"I can fucking feel my cock moving inside of you. God damn. If I didn"t want to know what being inside of your ass felt like so badly right now, I"d fuck you just like this."

"Next time," I whined. "Please, I want to know what if feels like too."

"I"m going to fuck you with my fingers in your ass a lot, honey, don"t you worry." He pulled his cock and his fingers from me and then leaned down, covering my body with his. With his lips against my ear, he snarled, "But first I"m going to claim this ass. You"re mine, Willa. Mine."

He pushed his hand between my thighs again and circled my clit. I groaned, my legs shook, and my stomach muscles pulled tight. The head of his cock pushed at the tight ring of my asshole, and he slid in, barely breaching me.

"Yes?" he gritted out.

"Yes," I choked on the word.

His fingers moved, sliding over my clit over and over, as he pushed his cock deeper inside of me. "Relax, Willa. I"m going as slow as I can."

I couldn"t relax. I couldn"t breathe, my chest was so tight. All I could do was feel.

And trust.

I trusted Hayes so intensely in this moment that it was far past simply having faith in him, beyond love even. In this moment, I fully surrendered. I was his, and I never wanted to be anything else.

"That"s it, baby. Fuck." He buried himself all the way inside of me, never once stopping the slick glide of his fingers in my pussy.

"So... big." My words sounded garbled even to my ears, and I gripped the blanket tighter, holding on for dear life as he just as slowly withdrew.

"Yeah, I am, sweetheart, and you"re such a good girl for taking my big cock so well."

Holy gods of porn, I didn"t think his mouth could get any dirtier, but his absolute alpha male confidence in this moment made me love him even more. He moved so slowly, thrusting deep, driving us both into harsh pants and moans.

"Fuck, you"re so tight." His voice was strained, and I thanked the universe because he had to be close to coming. I was ready to tumble over that edge and trying my best to hold on so we could come together.

His hips jerked and he made a sound I"d never heard from him before, so ferocious in his pleasure. "Are you ready to come for me? Yes, or no?"

He pinched my clit between his fingers and the blue-white heat exploded inside of me as the orgasm of all orgasms seared through me. I cried out my yes, gasping for breath, the pleasure ripping me apart until I was nothing but bliss floating around on storm clouds and tornadoes.

But in the haze, I heard his own guttural moan and felt his dick ripple inside of me. He jerked against my ass and grunted out my name before collapsing on top of me. He crushed me into his mattress, and I reveled in the weight of him on top of me. I wanted to stay that way forever.

Hayes sucked in a gasp of air and then rolled us both, so I was cradled against his chest. "Holy fuck, Willa."

I could do nothing more than hum from the sex high I was riding in that moment.

"That was amazing, baby." He stroked my arm and pressed a kiss to my neck. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. I"m..." Blissful, euphoric, satisfied beyond belief, contented more than I"d ever been in my entire life. "in love with you and your big dick."

Hayes laughed, the rumble coming from deep in his chest. He was lighter than when he pulled me into the bedroom, and I think he got whatever it was he needed tonight. I rolled in his arms and propped my head in one of my hands.

"Are you sure you were a virgin? Because that was some next level fuckery you just did to me, Kingman."

A soft blush rose across his cheekbones, and I nearly died from how dirty he could be one second and adorable the next. "I"m sure. I can"t imagine doing that with anyone but you, babe."

"How is that even possible?" I mean, I know he said he"d studied and watched porn, but how could someone this good in bed have kept himself from the world for so long? If I wasn"t directly benefiting from his loving right now, I"d declare it a travesty and, honestly, a tragedy for all of womankind.

"I didn"t have sex because I didn"t make time for a love life." He shrugged and stared up at the ceiling for a minute. "I saw a lot of guys get all up in their heads because of a woman and that messed up their games. That would have thrown off my plan. So I opted to focus on my family, football, and school. In that order. That was more than enough. Until you."

Aww. He was making me go all soft and squishy for him. "Your plan?"

I knew he"d been gunning for the pros since he"d played with Xander in high school. But this sounded like more than that.

"Since I was five, the plan was always get a scholarship to DSU to play for the Dragons, get drafted to the Mustangs."

Okay, maybe it wasn"t that complicated. But there was something in the way he recited it that made me think there was more he wasn"t saying.

"When you were five?" He had to have been reincarnated or something to know what he"d wanted practically from birth like that. "I was painting with my fingers and wished I was a unicorn who pooped marshmallows when I was that age."

He smiled at me and rolled us again so we could get under the covers. "That is also a noble plan, and I"m sure you can still be a marshmallow pooping unicorn if you really put your mind to it and work hard."

I slipped out of the Mustangs jersey I"d been wearing. "Umm, I think I"d rather work on something else hard right now."

"That is a much better plan." He pulled me closer and gave me a long, lingering kiss.

But I still couldn"t get over the idea of an adorable little five-year-old Hayes thinking about getting a scholarship to a well-known football school so that he could go pro. Sure, we all wanted to be like the stars we idolized in our youth, but scholarships weren"t usually a part of that fantasy. "But really? Five? What happened at such a tender age to give you grown-up goals?"

He stared at me for a breath or two, like he was deciding exactly what he should or shouldn"t say.

Wait. Had something happened?

Oh. Oh fuck. I knew, and I was such a dumbass. "It"s okay, you don"t have to talk about it if you don"t want to. I"m sorry I was just being... I didn"t put the pieces together."

"No, it"s okay." He looked up at the ceiling again, but then brought his eyes back to mine and my chest got tight with the amount of trust he was putting in me right now. "I don"t usually talk about it much. Most people don"t really think a five-year-old could understand what was going on, but I did."

"You can talk to me about it if you want. I"ll understand."

"I know you will, and I love you for it, Willa." He took a deep breath and then said the words I knew he would. "My mom died when I was five, and everything in our world changed overnight."

He swallowed and blinked a few times. "I do remember her, but a lot of it is more a feeling of being loved than real memories, you know? But what I do truly remember from back then is how fucking devastated my dad was. And somehow, he still kept going."

I did the math in my head really quick. He"d have had to, because Mr. Kingman had eight kids at that point, at least two or three not even in school yet. "He"s amazing for the way he was able to raise all of you as a single dad."

"That first year, we all spent a lot of time at DSU football practices." He chuckled for a moment. "There"s this one picture of him on the practice field with Jules in one of those Baby Bjorn things strapped to the front of him with big orange earmuffs protecting her ears that I swear were made for the guys on aircraft carriers. My dad is clearly chewing some player's ass, and Jules is grinning from ear to ear."

And where was a five-year-old Hayes for all of that?

"Football saved us," he said. "It brought us all together, gave us goals, gave us something to do and looking forward to when our lives were in pieces."

I laid my head against his chest and hugged him so tight, because I didn"t know what else to do. Nothing had ever been that important to me in my whole life. This one moment in time had defined him, and I still didn"t even know what I was looking for in life, or, really, who I was.

"So, yeah. I knew at five what I needed to d to help my family, and be the best Kingman I could be." He wrapped his fingers into my hair. "And that meant not having time for girls. Until now."

"I"m not sure I"ve ever felt lucky in my life. I mean, everything growing up was fine, you know? But nothing was ever extraordinary." Family, school, even traveling the world and becoming a teacher was all fine and dandy, but none of it was ever truly fulfilling. "Except for seeing you, naked, holding up my cat to return him to me on the very day I came home."

I hadn"t realized it then, but that was a perfect moment, and I was going to try really hard to hold onto what I had with Hayes for as long as I possibly could.

Even though I could never truly be good enough for him. My whole life had proven that to me. But my life and my world had changed when I"d let him in, let him love me, let myself love him. And I wasn"t letting go.

I fell asleep clinging to him and woke later to an empty spot in the bed beside me. I blinked a few times and heard a soft humming in the dark.

Hayes was sitting at the end of the bed, illuminated only by the light from the moon outside shining through the window. He was singing something softly and had a kitten in his arms.

"Hush little kitty, don"t say a word. I"m gonna buy you a baby bird." He held one of the squeezy tubes of kitten food I"d had delivered to the coffee shop earlier, and the kitten was lapping it up, looking blissed the hell out.

Same, kitten, same.

One minute he"s banging my brains out so hard I think I lost consciousness with the power of the orgasms—plural—and the next he"s feeding an abandoned baby kitten at four in the morning, while singing a freaking lullaby to it. How could I not be in love with him?

And how could I not be worried someday he"d figure out that he was the focused, accomplished, achiever, with a family who loved him as much as he loved them, and I was the... the opposite. As lost in the world, needing to be claimed and taken care of, as that kitten.