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“ I ’m assuming that you're not on birth control?” I place her on the bed and move to my bedside table before I get distracted from the precautions.

“Actually, I am, have been for a while now. I always wanted to, I just—” She stops herself when she starts heading toward awkward territory.

“Sorry.” She bites her lip and smiles awkwardly.

This, right here, should be the moment where I stop.

I’ve already taken this far too far. Millie is a fuckin’ virgin…

was a fuckin’ virgin! I’ve got the blood smears on my cock to prove that she ain’t one anymore.

Looking down at them again, I can’t help admiring how good they fuckin’ look on me, and I need to switch that sick part of my brain off and focus on what I’m about to let happen.

“Did you really mean what you said out there about me being yours?” she asks with a tremble in her voice.

“I meant it,” I nod. Knowing that I couldn’t go back even if I wanted to. I know how it feels to be inside her now, and I don’t care if I go to hell for it.

“So, you're saying…I’m your old lady now?” I like the way her lips kick up into a smile.

“Does the thought of that amuse you?” I ask, wondering if this girl really knows what she’s getting herself into.

“I just assumed there would be a dating process first or something.” She shrugs.

“I don’t need to date you to know that I want you, Millie. I’ve been tryin’ tirelessly not to for a really long time.”

I love the way she blushes when she hears that.

“This is an all-in, no way out situation. No datin’, no rehearsals. If we’re doing this, we’re doin’ it properly,” I explain, taking a condom out my drawer and placing it between my teeth.

“Wait.” She quickly stands back up in front of me.

“Do you use those every time?” she checks, taking it from between my teeth and holding it between her fingers.

“Without fail,” I assure her. I know for a sure fact that every one of the whores at the club wants to be promoted to old lady status, and they'd do anything in their power to ensure it happened. I would never take that risk.

“I don’t want to be like the ones who came before me.

” She tosses it away. “I want to feel you inside me like I did before, nothing between us.” That sweet little whisper has my cock so fuckin’ hard, it’s starting to hurt, and as her big, green eyes stare up at me, she starts to unbutton her uniform.

I waste no more time doubting this and slide the t-shirt I’m wearing up over my head, watching as she lowers herself back onto the bed and opens herself up for me.

“I’m gonna try not to hurt you, okay?” Taking her thigh in my hand, I spread it open as far as it will go, and can’t resist sliding my tongue between her pussy lips to test how wet she is. I can taste a tinge of her purity mixed with her pleasure, and I swear to god, it’s perfection.

“That’s good,” she tells me, starting to rotate her hips against my mouth as I suck on her clit, then lap her with my tongue.

I figure if I can make her come before I push inside her again, it’ll help her relax; and she’s gonna need all the help she can get because I’ve held off for a long fuckin’ time.

“Dev.” She starts sounding more desperate as my tongue flicks against her tight, little clit, and when I push two fingers inside her freshly-broken entrance, she clings to them so tight I feel every pulse inside her.

“That's right, baby girl. Come for me. Come on these fingers, real fuckin’ good.” I feel them slide in and out of her with ease as she coats them some more, and the noises she’s making get louder as she starts to peak.

“Dev, I think I’m—Oh, I am.” Her hips buck against my face, as her body stiffens, and I keep on fuckin’ her with my fingers as she rides against them and gives me an orgasm.

“Fuck!” She catches her breath as I kiss my way up her body. Every inch of her is mine now. I’ve got all the time I need to explore it. Right now, what I really wanna do is sink my cock back inside her, and make her come for me all over again.

“You sure you want this?” I give her one last out because I know that once this happens, there's no going back. I won’t hold off on her anymore.

She’ll have me. All of me, exactly how I am.

I’ve never been in a situation like this before, but I already know I’m gonna drive her as crazy as she drives me.

“I’m sure, Dev. I want this.” She bats her lashes at me and seals her fate.

She holds onto my arm, bracing herself as I push inside her, and I take my time, appreciating the fact that she’s completely mine.

She’s never had another man inside her, and as long as I’m living, she never will.

I feel her legs hook around my hips, opening herself up to me, trusting me not to hurt her, though I can see by the wince on her face that I already am.

“I’m hurting you,” I tell her, hating myself for how good her pain feels.

“I’m fine, just keep going.” She smiles at me encouragingly, and I kiss her lips to try and distract her from it. It doesn’t feel like a sin, it feels like all the missing parts of me just came together, and I guess I get to kiss her anytime I want now that I’m not denying myself.

I keep my thrusts slow to try and help her adjust to my size, and the moans she makes, be they out of pain or pleasure, sound perfect.

I can’t stop looking at her; this whole experience is different from anything I’ve had before.

I don’t feel like I’m fuckin’ her. I feel as though I’m pouring everything from my heart into her, and I can’t help wondering if she has any clue how deeply I feel for her.

I hold still when I’m fully inside her again, looking down and appreciating how she looks now that she belongs to me. I may have crushed all my morals and betrayed my brother, but here in the moment, it feels like it was always meant to be this way.

I just have to hope that he can forgive me. I know how much he loved her; he would want to know that she was being taken care of, and I may be going about it all wrong, but I can assure him that she ain’t in any safer hands than mine.

“What are you thinking about?” she asks, looking up at me, all curious and confused.

“I’m just thinking about how right this feels, even if it shouldn’t,” I admit, kissing her before she can speak, and continuing to roll my hips into hers. I don’t need for her to tell me it’s okay, just to make me feel better. Nothing, not even guilt, is going to stop her from being mine now.