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  Her eyes widen, and her breath comes faster.

  “I don’t know what all that entails, but I know every word is fucking true,” I whisper as I lower my forehead to hers, loving how it feels to be this close to someone in every way. Who the fuck knew, right?

  “Only on one condition,” she says, a smile curving her lips.

  I pump into her harder, unable to take it slow anymore, even as I’m desperate to hear this ‘condition.’

  “What’s that?” I bite out, my breath coming faster as her pussy squeezes and contracts around my cock.

  “That you promise to fuck me every single day and make me cum my brains out.”

  I laugh, then give her a hard kiss on the lips.

  “That’s one fucking promise I guarantee I’ll never break.”

  Starting right fucking now.

  So I do. I make her cum her brains out, then I do it again, pumping that pussy so full of my man juice that by the time we’re done I know we’ll be a filthy mess. Then I do it again. And again.

  Yeah, all that bullshit about being a lone wolf? That’s exactly what it was. Bullshit. Because now I know that when you find the right woman, there’s nothing better.