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pressing his lips against my stomach, biting my belly button ring and tugging on it gently with his teeth. Then he pauses and sits up, grabbing the cock ring and ripping open the package.
    I watch as he stretches it wide with his fingers, the thinning, gray light from outside highlighting his hand for a brief moment before it disappears into the shadows as he slips it onto his cock.
    “You might like this at first,” he says, and I don't need to see the smirk on his face to know it's there. “But you might regret suggesting it to me later.”
    “And why's that?” I ask as Ty grabs me by the hips and turns me over, pressing his hardness against me, teasing that tender spot that's highlighted by the black lace that's cupping my ass cheeks on either side. It's hard to sound ornery when your butt is up in the air and your hands are clenched tight around the sheets, but I try.
    “This, my sweet, baby mama, is a magical device. With this motherfucker wrapped around my cock, I can keep it up all night.” And then he thrusts forward, not being so gentle this time. I cry out, but I don't tell him to stop; I can't. I want this; I want it so bad it hurts. I'm not going to admit it to anyone but myself, but all these weeks of McCabe being gentle with me have left me … wanting. I'm glad that he's sweet, but I also like his sour. I want to lick it off like a fucking Sour Patch Kid.
    When I try to move my right hand to my clit, he reaches down and grabs my wrist, traps it in his ringed fingers and slams it into my lower back.
    “Oh no,” he says, voice harsh and guttural, laced with pain. What the fuck? “You're not touching that, not yet. You don't want to finish too fast.” And then he proceeds to fuck me so hard that it hurts, that I almost ask him to slow down, almost. Until I realize why he's doing this and what's wrong. I scared him today, when he asked me if I was happy. Before, I asked Ty McCabe if he would run, if he would go off and fuck somebody behind my back, leave me. I never thought to wonder if he had the same fears about me. He may not even know why he's doing this, but I do. Ty is afraid, and I don't blame him.
    “I love you,” I tell him instead, and he pauses, freezes there with his body buried inside of mine, his hand pinning my wrist to my back.
    “Still?” he asks. He doesn't let his voice change with the question, but I can feel the slight clench of his body, the contraction of his muscles.
    “Always.” Ty slides out of me and releases my arm, sitting back on his ankles. I turn over and look up at him, reaching for his neck, sighing when he presses his head into my throat.
    “Fuck,” he says, and he sounds hurt. Maybe a little uncomfortable, too. He does have a silicone ring wrapped around his erection after all, and I know it's not easy to stop. My body is screaming at me, begging me to ask Ty for another baby, for him to tear off his condom and spill himself in me. “Never, fuck,” he says. And then he enters me, slides into the slickness and just holds there. “I didn't mean this for you. I didn't want you to have a hard life. I thought I was making up a good one for you.”
    “Ty,” I begin, but he isn't ready to listen to me talk yet, doesn't know that my problems are all bone deep, started a long, long time ago when my father was taken away and my family chose not to believe me. It's not easy to have self-worth when you're not valued. Things are better now, yes, but the scars remain. I've come a long way, but I still have roads to travel, mountains to climb.
    “Never,” he says as I tangle my hands in his hair, squeeze him so tight that he grunts, body clenching as mine pulses around him, draws him in deep. “Whatever you need, you let me know, and I'll get it for you. I'll do fucking anything for you. I'll wade through knee-deep shit to make you happy. You know that, right?” Tears sting my eyes, but I don't respond. The only person that can get me through my newest set of bullshit