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Rann was gentle, and he leaned in to kiss her as he worked himself wet with her own slickness, letting that coat him so he could slide in easier.

All that did was serve to tease her, and by the time he actually entered her, Gayle was aching for it. She wanted to be filled—a blunt, primitive desire that she’d never experienced before. She just wanted to take him all. To feel herself stretch around his thick cock.

Her hips thrust up, trying to capture more of him, even as mild pain flooded her body while she adjusted to his girth.

At one point, she whimpered, biting her lip, but she never told him to stop. Rann must have realized it was too much though, because his fingers came over to play with her, running in gentle circles as he pushed himself deeper, helping her relax.

“Holy shit,” she hissed as the last of him disappeared inside her. “Fuck, you’re big.”

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Rann grunted, his face focused.

She pulled him down to her, wanting to kiss him some more. They stayed still for a bit, each adjusting to the other.

“Oh my god,” she moaned as Rann pulled back and then thrust forward for the first time. “Oh my god.”

The words tumbled out of her mouth on repeat, mixed with some expletives and wordless sounds of pleasure as their hips came together, slowly at first, but with increasing velocity, as they both warmed to the intimacy being shared between them.

Rann’s hands wrapped around the back of her neck, and she grabbed on to his arms, squeezing the muscles tight beneath her short, thick fingers.

It wouldn’t be long before she came yet again, and Gayle knew that was going to be the last one of the night for her. She couldn’t last with him inside her, much as she might want to. He was just too big.

“I’m so close,” she gasped into the space between them. “Don’t stop. Whatever you do, don’t stop. I need it…”

Rann growled, and she felt him swell, though it was hard to believe he could have gotten any larger. She couldn’t take it. Stretched to what felt like breaking point, Gayle cried out, losing all semblance of self-control as her walls clamped down around Rann with an intensity she’d never experienced before.

He literally tore the orgasm from her body, and she screamed.

A mighty roar burst through her scream. As consumed as she was by the brutal ecstasy being inflicted upon her, Gayle retained enough awareness to open her eyes. She watched Rann’s face contort with similar pleasure, and a moment later, her insides filled with an unbelievable warmth, the sensation triggering another climax, a near continuation of the first.

Gayle’s fingernails dug so deep into his arms, she was afraid she would break skin. Or at least, she would have been if her brain was capable of such thought. Rann had turned it into nothing but mush though, and she simply lay shaking on the bed, all her remaining brainpower focused on reminding her body to breathe.

She had no idea how long they lay like that, Rann draped over her on the bed, still deep inside her. Her mind wasn’t working quite right.

Only when he slipped out of her and they switched to more of a spooning position did rational thought start to return.

Well, that was fun, she thought to herself, enjoying the warmth of his hard body pressed up against her back. She held no regrets over the act. It had definitely been worth it.

But she couldn’t stop asking herself why. Why had she let Rann seduce her? Why had she let it get this far? Was it just for sex, like she’d assumed? Or was there another reason?

Then another, more important question surfaced as her eyes began to droop.

Was he expecting to stay the night? She felt small and safe in his arms, and the heat of his presence was nice… Would it be such a bad thing?

Gayle stifled a yawn. Behind her she heard gentle snoring.

Oh. Okay. I guess this is happening…

Chapter Fifteen

Rann

Rann barely recognized himself.

Oh, he looked the same. His hair was still tied back behind his head, and his face was the one he’d seen in the mirror every morning for years. Perhaps with slightly bigger circles under his eyes, but physically, he was the same.

It was the rest of him that was a stranger.

Yet even despite acknowledging it, he still didn’t care. He was too happy to care that this was so unlike him that something