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Realizing I’ll soon have my cock buried where my tongue is, I almost come in my pants. I rub myself against the bed, findingfriction to relieve some of the pulsing need aching there. I’ll be the first man to ever have my cock in her perfect pussy.
I can barely think as I glorify the virgin I’ll soon take ownership of. The pleasure builds in her quickly, and before I’m done, she’s curling around me, crying out in what sounds like startled moans—she’s shocked and overwhelmed by me. It’s clear she’s never had a man with my experience dedicated to worshiping her, a body that was made to be celebrated, exhausted.
She struggles to catch her breath as she comes, panting as she says my name. An angel sings her praise: “Haze. Oh my god! Haze!”
Her body strains against me. I hold her hips tight, keeping my mouth tight against her so I can draw every last ounce of honey from her. Only when I’m fulfilled do I release her. She falls against the bed, boneless and slack.
I crawl my way back to her, kissing her fully. “See how good you taste? I’m addicted to you.” She kisses me back, hesitant at first, but then I move my hand between her wet thighs and play with her as our tongues tangle together.
I rest my weight against her as I finger her, thrusting my tongue further into her mouth at the same pace I’m stroking inside her with my pressed-together fingers. She kisses me back, hungry and in need. I cup the back of her head with my free hand, holding her close as I bring another orgasm to her trembling body.
She cries into my mouth. I kiss the climax away, holding her as she slowly turns to liquid in my arms. Before drawing my fingers from her, I stroke her once more, whispering against her ear, “I can’t wait to fuck this tight little hole.”
Her once pliable body goes rigid. She snaps her head back from mine. There are daggers in her eyes.
CHAPTER 18
Ophelia
Heaven’s gateswere opened by his fingers dancing on me. He made me come. Hard. I saw stars. As quickly as he brought euphoria with his hands, he shatters it with his hurtful words.
“I can’t wait to fuck this tight little hole,” he says.
How could someone who made me feel so alive also be the one to bring me crashing back down and feeling used? Does he only see me as a tight hole to be used for his pleasure? I had never let anyone get this close to me, but now I question if I ever should have.
My blurred vision clears, and I push him away, my anger building. “How dare you talk to me like that.”
He tries to backtrack, but the damage is done. “I didn’t mean it like that. It was just… talk.” Wrong. He doesn’t see me as a person but as just another conquest.
He knows I’m a virgin, not an experienced woman who likes this kind of thing, and his words cut deep.
“It wasn't sexy or alluring; it was degrading,” I say. “I’m not one of your experienced one-night-stand older women looking for a good time.”
He looks at me wide-eyed. “What? How did I make you feel that way?” His face shows genuine shock.
I feel icky. Unsure of myself. Am I being too much? Too sensitive? Too… young?
This was not how I envisioned my first time being with someone.
“This isn’t about me. At all. This is about you and your… you know what—” I get up to leave, but he stops me.
Quickly he moves in, scooping my face into his hands. He stares deep into my eyes. “I apologize. I shouldn’t have said that to you.” As he speaks, he’s angling his body over mine, his legs maneuver against mine, and the head of his cock is finding its way between my legs.
I go from hating him to wanting him in a few breaths.
Desire builds back up inside me so fast that blood rushes to my head. I feel dizzy. The most fight I can muster is a weak “Okay.” Self-loathing washes over me for my weakness.
My body wants him, and she’s winning the fight.
“Let me make you feel good, baby. I want to show you things you’ve never experienced before. You’re so beautiful, so sexy. I lost my mind momentarily because I want you so badly.” His eyes never waver from mine as he presses the head of his cock to my entrance. The possessive hunger flashing in his dark irises is enough to make me forgive him.
Almost.
He stares at me. “Can I keep going?”
Can he?
I’ve never been wanted like this.