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Tugging my pants down my hips, I kicked them off. Our mouths never broke apart. I refused to let her lips leave mine. She tasted too good, like the perfect cup of sweet and savory, filling a thirst that went deep into my core.

My cock slid between her ass cheeks, rubbing against her tight hole. Sitting up, Berlin pressed her hands into my shoulders to hold herself up as my mouth found her nipples. Suckling the perked beads, I bit and nibbled, drawing out moan after moan from my beautiful flower.

Reaching over to the nightstand, I awkwardly grabbed my wallet and pulled out a condom. Berlin sat up, gripping her tits and squeezing as her body rolled, slicking my skin in her arousal.

Even if I wanted to stop right then and there, I wasn't sure I could. I had turned from man into beast, a feral animal that had lost all sanity as the world slowly collapsed into one selfish moment.

She was mine.

Tearing the wrapper open, I sheathed my cock. The sun must have started to come up because an orange glow was filling room, turning her skin from ivory into a blooming sunflower.

Our eyes were on each other, our breathing was ragged and labored. Lifting her hips, she positioned herself above my cock and slowly lowered herself down.

“Mm, fuck, Bentley,” she cooed, closing her eyes and biting on her lip as she stilled, allowing her walls to stretch as I filled her.

She was so warm, her pussy already drenched, muscles tense as she gently began to ride my dick. Raising up, I placed my hands on her hips and drove her back down. Her pussy clenched around my shaft, milking me as her pace quickened.

Faster and faster her body rocked, her tits bouncing as I thrusted up, hitting her so deep she screamed.

Scraping her nails down my chest, Berlin's eyes rolled back in her head as she fell forward. Her fingers pierced my skin, holding on like the talons of a small bird.

Goosebumps broke across her skin as she bit my shoulder, her body going stiff. I felt her pussy throbbing, each pulse sending waves of pleasure through her muscles.

“Fuck,” I groaned, pressing my palms into her shoulder blades, holding her against me so she couldn't move.

I wanted her right there. I wanted to feel her pulse as it kicked, I wanted to feel her skin as it flushed, heating us both. Wrapping my arms tighter, I held her firmly against my chest.

I won't let him hurt you. . .

Not anymore.

Pistoning my hips, I gave one final thrust, spewing my life blood into the thin skin between us. Our bodies gave out, going limp and motionless as we both tried to catch our breath.

Twisting her face, she snuggled up against my cheek. “Thank you,” she said, whispering the words into my ear.

“For what?”

“For being my first.”

“Your first?”

“My first by choice. Thank you for letting me have a voice here.” Kissing my cheek, Berlin rolled off my chest, flopping down beside me and almost instantly falling asleep.

As I held her in my arms, the realization set in that I had given her more than she had ever had. She was heard. And I knew. . .

I knew I couldn't let her continue to live the way she had been.

I knew that she deserved better than the life she was given.

I knew that her life depended on me.