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"I don't think I can," I moaned. There was no holding back my whimper of disappointment when his fingers left my body and he reared up over me again. His hand wrapped around my throat once more, his fingers wet from my body.

"Don't think you can...what?" His hazel eyes searched mine. "I told you, Eva. Once I started eating that delicious cunt, you were mine. No going back."

I shook my head, sucking in a breath when he tightened his grip. He wasn't cutting off my air, but he had complete control over me right now. And still, I wasn't afraid. Not of that anyway. "I just meant... Your fingers..."

He released his grip on my neck and threaded his hand through my hair. It was comforting. He waited for me to explain.

"They're so big," I told him. It wasn't easy for me to speak like this. You didn't talk about sex. It was inappropriate. The one time my mother had the sex talk with me it had been so technical. Almost clinical. There was nothing clinical about the way Idaho was making me feel. What he was doing to my body. My nervous system was going haywire, and I couldn't seem to control myself. "I don't think I can take you," I admitted.

His chuckle was a deep rumble in his chest. "I already told you, Eva, you can take me. I'll make sure of it." His lips brushed over mine and I could taste myself on them. It should have been repulsive. Instead it made me burn even hotter for him. "First, I need you to come for me. Did you like what I was doing?"

I nodded shyly, my eyes darting away from his. He reached out and grabbed the sides of my jaw, holding my face in one hand, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

"You like when I eat your pussy? When I fuck you with my fingers?"

His hand was holding me too tightly for me to nod. "Yes," I muttered, forcing the word out despite his grip.

"Good." He released my face. "I fucking love it," he growled as his fingers slid back inside me. This time he added a third and I gasped at the intrusion, my body stretching to accommodate him. He started moving them in and out of me slowly, then picked up the pace until he was finger fucking me so hard that I was rocking on the bed with each thrust. His thumb pressed against my clit.

I bucked my hips, trying to get closer. The pain and pleasure were so intermingled all I knew was that I needed more. He watched his fingers moving between my thighs for a few strokes, then laid back down between them. His tongue joined his fingers, lapping at me as he fucked me with his hand. When he used the flat of his tongue to rub circles over my clit it was all over.

My orgasm hit me like a freight train. It slammed into me so hard that I couldn't breathe. My entire body went rigid, then I cried out as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Idaho continued to lap at me until I was too sensitive and tried to push him away.

His growl was dark as he grabbed my wrist with his free hand, stopping me from shoving at him. "I'll stop when I want to." He removed his fingers from my body and his tongue gentled, but he didn't stop licking at me. He kept dipping down, catching my wetness with his mouth as though it was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted. When he was ready, he shoved upward, pinning my body down. He was surrounding me as he settled himself between my thighs. "I'm going to fuck you now, Duchess."

"Okay," I whispered.

He chuckled. "You're so polite." His lips brushed over mine. "I'm going to try to be as gentle as I can at first, Eva, but then I'm going to have to fuck you hard and fast. I'm not a gentle lover and I've wanted you since the first minute you threw your elbow into me." His cock nudged my opening and I gasped as it slid through my wetness.

I watched as he reached over into the nightstand next to his bed and pulled out a condom. He tore the wrapper open with his teeth and rolled the latex down over his dick. Watching him work gave me enough time to think. Were all men's dicks so big? Or did it just seem big because it was my first? I studied him and settled on the fact that he was proportionate to his overall size, which was big.

He grabbed himself and positioned his tip at my entrance, then slowly pushed inside. It burned as he stretched me open, but there was pleasure mixed in with the pain. He kept going until my barrier stopped him.

"Look at me." He grasped the sides of my jaw once more. "This is going to hurt, but only for a minute. Then I'm going to make it so good for you you'll be begging me to fuck you again and again."

I nodded as best I could with his hands on me. He slammed his lips down onto mine and thrust forward. My scream was swallowed by his mouth as he broke through my barrier. The pain was sharp, but it quickly receded as he started moving in and out of my body. His tongue mimicked the movement of his cock and I wrapped my arms around him, holding on as he took what he wanted from me.

It didn't take long before I was moaning into his mouth, rocking my hips in time with his movements. The pleasure was building back up at a rapid pace. This was all so much better than I could have expected.

"Please," I begged when he broke the kiss. "Harder."

"Fuck," he growled, then slammed into me so hard that I slid across the bed a few inches. He did it again, grabbing my waist as he pulled out of me, flipping me over onto my stomach. His hands landed on my hips and he jerked them up until I was on my hands and knees, then he slid back inside me. His hands remained on my hips as he started fucking me harder than before.

I moaned and whimpered as he took me. There was still a little pain, as this was my first time, but the pleasure far outweighed it now. I needed more. My body was straining, trying to get over some imaginary hurdle so that it could shatter again.

As though he could read my mind, one of his hands left my hips and he reached around, burying it between my thighs. He rubbed at my clit with his fingers, then pinched down on it. The sharp bite of pain pushed me over the edge and I screamed out his name as I came.

"Fuck," he groaned as my pussy clenched around him. "You feel so fucking good, Duchess." He slammed into me a few more times, then roared out his own release. His cock pulsed inside me as he came. It made me glad he'd put a condom on, because after this high wore off, I didn't want to have to worry about being pregnant. His body covered my back and I could feel his heavy breathing.

He kissed my shoulder lightly, then pulled out of me and removed the condom. He tied it off and tossed it into the garbage can beside the bed. Then he flopped down on the bed beside me and dragged me over until I was lying half on top of him. He hadn't even let the inevitable self-doubt creep into my mind. He'd just tugged me close and shut his eyes. His hand was raking through my hair, making the aftershocks of my climax last longer as goosebumps raised on my neck from the feel of his fingers lightly scratching my scalp.

I was a puddle. My body was completely relaxed, melting into his side. I couldn't move. Didn't want to move. I wanted to stay here forever, wrapped up in Idaho's arms.

"I think you broke me," I muttered against his chest. My head bounced as he laughed.

"You're welcome."

I smiled, then propped myself up on my elbow so that I could look at him. "That was...wow."