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“Let me see how sure you are.” He drops his other hand to my leg, fingers skimming up my bare thigh to slip under my dress and touch the center of my damp panties.
I tense. Oh, I’m sure, and he’s about to find out just how sure I am. The moment his finger traces my clit over my panties, desire floods through me and I sigh, sinking back against him.
“Did you know how many times I’ve imagined fucking you?” He slips his fingers beneath my panties, plunging into my wet center. When he strokes my clit and my lashes flutter.
Oh God. . . the things he’s going to do to me.
Heat spreads through my body and he continues by whispering, “Every time I saw you bent over that table at the track, I imagined my cock in your ass.” His finger plunges inside me, his erection settling between the cheeks of my bottom as he rubs himself against me.
Unable to control myself, I arch against him. “Oh God!” My head drops back on his shoulder, his words ravaging my body. Raising my hands up, I wrap them behind my head and into his hair, securing him to me in any way I can.
“You like hearing what you do to me, don’t you?”
I nod.
“I can tell. My fuckin’ fingers are soaked.”
Twisting my head, I breathe into him, “I don’t want anyone but you.”
His lips brush mine, hard and possessive. “Your virgin cunt is mine.”
Oh God, he’s so dirty!
Withdrawing his hand from my panties, he turns his head into mine and brings his fingers to my lips, painting my arousal on them. “Taste how sweet you are.”
I gasp. That can’t be sanitary. . . oh wait, no, it’s fine, right? It’s not like it was my butt. Oh my God, stop thinking. I’m shocked by the bold act, yetincrediblyturned on. I never thought I’d like that. Confusion hits me. I’m. . . just as dirty as him!
And another thing, it’s not sweet. But it’s not repulsive either.
With greedy movements, he turns me, removes my dress and never breaks his lips from mine. Satisfied when I’m naked, he eyes my body naked before him, aside from my panties. Dropping his hands to my bottom, he lifts me off my feet. I wrap my legs around his hips. His erection presses into my center and I fight the urge to squirm against it.
He carries me to his bed, laying me across his ninja turtle sheets. And then he stares at me, as if he’s just won the competition and he’s admiring his trophy.
With a smirk, he removes his shirt and drops his shorts. I gulp. Literally. From the expression on his face, hair falling in his eyes, the ink splayed across his body, it hits me how intimidating he really is. Believe it or not, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen him naked, but it’s the first in a while.
Nerves suffocate me, and I find it hard to draw in steady breaths. Heat licks my neck and I know if I saw myself in a mirror right now, it’d look something similar to an allergic reaction with the way my neck is probably beet red.
Reaching forward, Tiller twirls a strand of purple around his finger. “I’ve waited a long fucking time for this.” His words have my heart thudding hard against my breast bone and I count the beats, anything to take my mind off what’s about to happen and that I’ve basically been holding out on this day for nine years with him. I want to slow time down and remember everything he says and does, but then again, when I think about the pain, I want to get it over with.
Dragging me to the edge of the bed, he drops to his knees before me. He’s between my legs when our eyes catch. His are guarded, nervous, maybe even cold. Mine are open, willing, believing this means far more than it probably does. That’s the difference between the two of us. Where I see this as a connection, he probably sees it as finally getting laid. There’s nothing wrong with that, it’s the genetic differences between men and women, but that’s a story for another day.
Tiller spreads my knees wider, his gaze lingers on my bare center. He doesn’t say anything. Parting my lips, he glides his fingers over my swollen clit. In true Tiller fashion, he doesn’t wait for permission before he inserts one finger, then another. “Your pussy isbeggingfor my cock.” He watches me intently when he asks, “Ready for me to make ya bleed?”
No. Yes. Shit. What did I get myself into?
“You’re so dirty!”
He laughs.
Part of me wants to slap my hand over his mouth and beg him to stop talking, but then again, I want his words. I still crave the darker side of him and that’s what makes this special. I’m getting the gnarly boy I’ve always loved. And though I don’t say anything, I want to shout,“Fuck me!”at the top of my lungs but that wouldn’t be me and he’d probably just laugh at me.
Lit by flickering warm light, his face dips between my legs and his tongue massages my clit. “I love that you’re untouched by anyone butme.”
You made sure of it.
With his words, I go a little crazy, moving my hips, basically humping his face like I did in the bathroom. Within minutes, a mind-numbing orgasm explodes through my body from my center to my toes. I feel it everywhere.
I think I black out from the sensations alone because the next thing I know, Tiller’s hovering over me, one hand flat on the mattress beside my head. His other one is inside his boxers, stroking his erection. “Goddamn. That was so fuckin’ hot.” My pulse skips, eyes drifting as he shoves his boxers down, freeing himself.