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He lifts one of my legs up then wraps it around his hip. It’s then that it hits me. I mumble against his fingers so he’ll let me speak, but he presses his middle finger against my tongue. Unintelligible sounds leave my lips as I push at his shoulder. I’m getting lightheaded, and it’s probably because I’m not taking in enough oxygen. He finally lets go of my mouth, my saliva clinging to his finger in a line as it separates from me. I gasp as if I’m a newborn breathing for the first time. Kyle doesn’t wait for what I have to say, though. He aligns his cock with my entrance, the head nudging inside. My hand bunches his shirt, nails digging into the cloth. “C-condom.” “Fuck condoms.” His thick brows draw over darkened blue eyes. “You just have to trust that I’m clean and would never hurt you that way.” “It’s not that…” My words come out in a needy pant, and for a second, it feels like I’ve lost complete track of what my brain was trying to communicate just now. Having Kyle all over me has