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As we walk through the house, I can’t help but steal glances at her. She’s pretty, there’s no denying that. Even in my oversized clothes, she has a natural beauty that doesn’t need all the flashy makeup and dresses. It’s the way she moves, the slight awkwardness in her steps as she tries to keep up, the curiosity in her eyes when she takes in her surroundings. She’s different—soft, in a way that makes me want to reach out and touch her, test how delicate she really is.

I lead her through the halls, pointing out rooms almost as an afterthought, but my focus isn’t on the tour anymore. It’s on her. Every time she glances at me, there’s a slight nervousness in her eyes, and I can’t tell if she’s scared or intrigued. Maybe both.

When we reach my room, I pause at the door. I push it open, stepping inside, and gesture for her to follow. “This is my room,” I say, watching her reaction closely.

She hesitates for a moment before stepping in, her eyes scanning the space. The large bed dominates the room, the dark sheets perfectly made, the low lighting casting a shadowy glow over everything.

I close the door behind her, the soft click echoing in the quiet room. She turns to look at me, and I can see the uncertainty in her eyes, but there’s something else too—something that’s drawing her in despite the uncertainty.

Without saying a word, I step closer to her, my hands finding her waist as I pull her toward me. Her body tenses for a second before she relaxes, her breath hitching as I lean in, my lips brushing against hers. She tastes sweet, and I deepen the kiss, feeling her melt against me, her hands gripping my arms for support.

I can feel the heat building between us, and I don’t hesitate as I push her back toward the bed. She stumbles slightly, but I catch her, pinning her down against the soft mattress. She looks up at me with wide eyes, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath, her lips parted in anticipation.

I lower myself over her, my body pressing into hers as I capture her lips again, this time rougher, hungrier. She responds, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulls me closer, like she wants more, like she needs more.

This is exactly what I want.

I pull back from her lips, just enough to see her face. Her breathing is shallow, her cheeks flushed with desire, and I can tell by the way she’s looking at me that she’s not entirely sure what’s happening, but she’s not resisting. If anything, she’s waiting for what comes next.

“You sure you want this?” My voice is low, rough, and I run a thumb along her jawline, teasing her, watching her eyes flutter shut at the light touch.

She nods, barely whispering a “yes,” but there’s something shy about it, like she’s embarrassed.

I lean down, brushing my lips over hers, just enough to feel the warmth of her breath. “Don’t be shy. If you want something, you say it,” I murmur against her lips. My hands drift down her body, feeling the curve of her waist before I settle at the button of her shorts. “Tell me what you want.”

Her breath hitches, and she swallows, her eyes meeting mine. There’s hesitation there, but not the kind that tells me to stop—more like she’s crossing a line she’s never crossed before.

“I… I want this,” she admits quietly, her voice barely audible.

I grin, liking the sound of that. “Good girl,” I whisper, pressing my lips to hers again, rougher this time. She gasps against my mouth as I work my fingers on the shorts, undoing the button with ease. The fabric is loose against her hips, but I take my time pulling them down, the sound of the zipper loud in the quiet room. I can feel her body tremble slightly beneath me, and that makes me want her more.

As I slide the shorts down her legs, I let my hands brush against her thighs, her skin soft and smooth. She bites her lip, clearly nervous, but there’s no doubt in her eyes now. She wants this. I can feel it.

“Anyone ever touched you like this before?” I ask, my voice thick as I bring my hand back up, tracing the curve of her leg, her waist, and finally resting my fingers just above her panties.

She shakes her head, looking away as if she’s embarrassed by the truth. “No.”

The confession does something to me. It ignites something deep inside, a possessiveness I wasn’t expecting. Knowing I’m the first, that no one else has had her like this, makes me want to claim her even more.

I lift her chin with my fingers, forcing her to look at me. “Don’t be embarrassed,” I say softly. “That just makes me like you more.”

Her eyes widen at that, but she doesn’t respond. She just watches me, her lips parted, waiting.

I press a rough kiss to her mouth again, savoring the way she sighs into it, completely giving in. She’s soft under my hands, pliable, and I love the way she responds to my touch, like she’s been waiting for this her whole life.

I drag my lips down her neck, biting gently at her skin as my hands explore her body, touching every inch of her. She’s so sensitive, her breath hitching with every touch, and I can’t help but tease her, taking my time, enjoying every second.

“You like being told what to do, don’t you?” I murmur against her skin, my hand sliding up her inner thigh, pushing her legs apart.

She nods, biting her lip, her cheeks flushed. “Yes…,” she whispers, her voice trembling.

I smirk, loving how she’s reacting to me. “Then listen carefully. You’re going to let me touch every inch of you. You’re going to do exactly as I say.” I pause, my hand hovering just above her panties. “Understood?”

Her breath catches in her throat, and she nods again, this time with more confidence. “Understood.”

“Good girl.”

With that, I slide my hand under the waistband of her panties, feeling her warm, soft skin. Her body tenses, but she doesn’t stop me. Instead, she arches her back slightly, pushing herself closer to me, and that’s all the encouragement I need.

I move my hand slowly, deliberately, watching her face as I touch her, and the soft whimper that escapes her lips makes my pulse race. I kiss her again, harder this time, my tongue slipping into her mouth as I continue to explore her body.

She moans into the kiss, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her as I push her closer to the edge. She’s so responsive, so eager, and I can tell by the way her body moves against mine that she’s completely lost in the moment.

I pull back slightly, just enough to look her in the eyes. “You still sure about this?”

Her eyes flutter open, and she looks up at me, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. “Yes,” she whispers, and there’s no hesitation this time.

I grin, satisfied with her answer, and press my lips to hers again. This time, I don’t hold back. I kiss her deeply, hungrily, my hands moving faster, rougher, as I claim her completely. She gasps, her body trembling beneath me, but she doesn’t pull away. If anything, she pulls me closer, her hands running through my hair as she gives in to the sensation.

She’s mine now, in every way that matters. I intend to make sure she knows it. The thought alone makes my cock stiffen.

I pull back from her lips, my grip tightening on her hips as I flip her over onto her stomach. She gasps, her hands instinctively reaching for the sheets beneath her, but she doesn’t resist. I know she likes this—being handled, being told what to do—and that thought drives me wild.

She’s soaked as I enter her, walls deliciously tight. She whimpers, body arching, and it sends a shiver down my spine. I work her slowly at first, letting her adjust; but that won’t last long.

“Stay still,” I growl, pressing my weight against her back, my lips grazing the shell of her ear. “You’re mine now.”

Her breath hitches, her body trembling under me, but I can feel her arch her back just a little, pressing herself closer to me. She’s so damn responsive, so willing. It makes me want to ruin her in the best way possible.

Jennifer writhes beneath me as I pound into her, like she doesn’t know what to do. Has she never taken it from behind before? Through the haze of arousal, I ask, “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

Her eyes squeeze shut. “Y-yes.”

I smirk at her answer, running my hand down her thigh before grabbing her ass roughly, making her gasp. I can’t help but enjoy the way she trembles beneath me, completely surrendering to the moment.

Her moan fills the room, and it sends a thrill through me. “I want you to remember this,” I whisper, my breath hot against her skin. “Every time you look at those bruises, I want you to think of me. I want you to know who you belong to.”

She moans again, her body trembling under my grip. “I will,” she whispers, her voice breathless, needy.

I grip her harder, my fingers digging into her soft skin as I move against her, rougher now, more demanding. She cries out, but there’s no pain in her voice—just pure, raw desire. I love the way she reacts to me, the way she gives in without question. It’s like she’s made for this, for me.

“You like this, don’t you?” I ask, my voice rough as I hold her down, my hand sliding up to grip the back of her neck, keeping her in place. “You like being treated like this. Like you’re mine.”

“Yes,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “I like it. I like being yours.”

I rock into her, cock filling her, loving the way she gasps beneath me. Her body arches again, and I can feel the tension in her, the way she’s holding herself back, waiting for me to take her over the edge.

“You belong to me now,” I growl, my voice low and possessive.

She moans in response, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her as she loses herself to the sensation. I can feel the heat radiating off her, the way her body moves in perfect rhythm with mine. It’s intoxicating, the way she gives herself over to me completely, without hesitation, without fear.

I release her wrists, my hands moving to grip her waist again, holding her tight as I move harder, rougher. Her body shudders beneath me, and I know she’s close, so close. I lower my lips to her ear again, my voice a low, dangerous whisper.

“I’m going to ruin you,” I murmur, my fingers digging into her skin. “I’m going to make sure you never forget this.”

Her breath hitches, and then she’s crying out, her body trembling uncontrollably beneath me. I feel her fall apart, her nails digging into the sheets as she moans my name, loud and breathless.

I hold her tight, keeping her pinned beneath me as I ride out the moment with her, savoring every sound she makes, every tremble of her body. It’s everything I wanted, everything I needed.

The orgasm rocks through her so fast I’m taken by surprise; she lets out a muffled scream as her pussy clenches, sending pleasure shooting through me. Her body tenses wordlessly, before she collapses.

It’s enough to send me over the edge as well. I don’t have time to pull out, vision blurring as I gasp, coming inside of her. Jennifer murmurs something I can’t hear through the rush, the adrenaline and arousal all mingling into one as I fill her.

When it’s finally over, I collapse beside her, my chest heaving with effort. She lies on her stomach, her body still trembling slightly, her skin marked with the bruises and bites I’ve left on her. A possessive satisfaction fills me as I look at her, knowing that she’s mine now, in every possible way.

I wrap my arm around her, pulling her close, my fingers tracing the marks I’ve left on her skin. She sighs softly, her breath evening out as she nestles against me, her body still warm and soft from the aftermath.

“You did good,” I murmur, my voice low and satisfied as I press a kiss to the back of her neck.

She doesn’t respond, too spent to form words, but she turns her head slightly, her eyes meeting mine for a brief moment. There’s something in her gaze—something soft, vulnerable—that stirs something inside me. I tighten my grip around her, pulling her even closer.

She’s mine. Every inch of her. No one else is ever going to touch her like this. No one else is ever going to make her feel like this.