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whispered. “But I’d really like to make you feel good.”
    She nodded, pulling her clothes off until she lay naked before him.
    Trent’s cock pulsed in his pants, his desire mounting to the point that he thought if he couldn’t have her, he’d die.
    But no, he wouldn’t die. And for her sake, he needed to take things slow.
    Trent pulled off his T-shirt and tossed it next to her on the bed, keeping his pants on. He knelt on the floor and pulled her by her hips until the junction of her thighs rested at the edge of the bed.
    Perfect.
    “Oh my God,” she gasped, when he lowered his head to her pussy and kissed her there.
    “Is this okay?”
    “Fuck. Yes. Definitely okay,” she said. Her hands raked through his hair, across his shoulders as he licked her.
    Her moans, her sighs, God—Trent had never been more turned on in his life. He took his time pleasuring her, relishing her taste.
    “I could do this forever, if you’d let me,” he murmured, running his tongue in circles over her clit.
    His words seemed to bring on her climax. Clarissa cried out, holding his head between her legs until he’d sucked her pussy through wave after wave of her orgasm.
    “Please, Trent, I need you in me.” She held her arms up to him, and he lowered his body on top of hers, quickly unbuckling his pants.
    “I have no . . . condoms,” he said. “What do we do?”
    “Don’t worry about it,” she said.
    He wanted her so badly, but how could he not worry about a thing like that?
    “Why not?” he asked.
    You idiot, she’s offering herself, don’t fuck this up.
    Clarissa flushed and pushed herself up onto her elbows. “I’ve been on starvation rations for over a year. Haven’t even had a period for ages, if you must know. And . . . I haven’t gotten pregnant, that whole time on the Tracks. So there you have it.”
    Trent felt overcome by sorrow at the reminder of what she’d been through.
    “Fuck. You’re frowning at me,” she said. “I knew a guy like you would think I’m disgusting.”
    “What? No!” Trent rolled to his side and lay next to her, stroking her hair. “Forget about all that. All that matters is right now. And I think you’re beautiful. There’s nothing about you I’d change.”
    “Not even my past? All those men?”
    “I’m sorry you went through that. But it doesn’t change this, right here.” He kissed her naked flesh, running his hands over the lines of her hips. “I’m sorry I brought it up. I still want you, if you’ll have me.”
    Clarissa smiled sadly. “I think I lost the moment. The mood.”
    “Maybe I can help get us back to where we were, before I opened my big mouth,” he joked. “Lie back. Relax.”
    Trent kissed her deeply, stroking her breasts, her nipples, making them harden into tight buds. When she moaned with pleasure, he kissed one tender tip, nibbling it until she gasped.
    “There you go,” he whispered, running his hand down between her thighs. Her pussy was wet, ready for him. But her mind had to be ready too.
    He rubbed gentle circles over her clit.
    “But I just came,” she breathed, but she didn’t move his hand. When he paused, she placed her own hand on top of his, and bucked her hips up to meet it.
    Her clit was so swollen, so sweet. Trent played with it until she moaned, turning her face into his shoulder to muffle her cries of pleasure.
    “You’re incredible,” he smiled.
    She didn’t reply, but she reached down and grasped hold of his aching, too-hard cock, until he positioned himself at her entrance.
    “Okay?” he asked quietly.
    “Yes.”
    With a slow, careful thrust, Trent entered her, his cock stretching the walls of her tight pussy. He went as slowly as he could until he was fully seated inside her. Her muscles spasmed around him, and he bit his lip, holding back his own urge to come.
    “Oh my God,” he moaned, and he moved within her.
    They rocked together, their bodies fitting perfectly despite their size and height difference.