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“Fuck me West, show me why I shouldn’t hate you.” I look down at her, accepting the challenge. Each thrust is hard enough that her tits bounce. She pushes her head back, arching up as I drop to one elbow, biting at her flesh.

“Turn over.” I tell her as I pull out, grabbing her knees to flip her body. With her ass in the air, I shove back into her. Thank fuck for porno's. I'm not sure how virgins did this before. Probably sloppily without anyone actually getting off. Her dark hair is still in those cute as fuck space buns.

I reach under her and lift her up, holding her against me as I keep thrusting. She leans back on my shoulder, giving me the opening to bite down on her neck.

My heart is full and my body is barely hanging on.

Biting into her muscle she moans, “harder.” Her hand snakes up my shoulder to the back of my head, pushing me down. Sucking and biting as we fuck, I finally understand what it means to when people say you never forget your first. Even if this is not how everyone has sex the first time, the connection is unreal.

“Fuck. West. I'm -” she cries out, falling forward as her body jerks. Her pussy clamping down around me pushes me over the edge. Grabbing her hips, I thrust again and again, until my entire body freezes, a grunt escaping me as I fill her tight pussy with my cum.

Together we collapse onto the bed, breathing heavily while I'm still buried deep inside her. My arms are still around her waist, and I pull her body flush against mine, kissing her shoulder. “Thank you Kitty Kat.”

“For?” She asks, letting out a few quick breaths.

“Being my first.” I whisper against her ear, I kiss her cheek and snuggle in behind her, falling asleep.

Chapter Seven

Katherine

The mirror is unforgiving, reminding me of what happened last night. All the broken promises come to life. I hate him, yet he made me feel like I never have before. He let me do what I wanted, let me take from him.

Then he had to go and spoil it, again. Why did he let me do that to him? He was a virgin, and I took it too far. His first time shouldn’t have been so rough.

“Katherine?” His voice is soft and I hate myself.

“I’m in the bathroom.” I say back to him. I woke up ten minutes ago, and I’ve been staring at the bitch in the mirror the whole time. The jagged scar on my chest, the new formed bruises on my neck and shoulders from. He gave as good as he got, twisting me up inside. A virgin.

He walks into the bathroom, his hair falling out of his bun and braid, falling around his face and shoulders. I watch him as he steps up behind me, bending over to kiss my neck, “I need to shower before I go home.” He whispers into my ear. Even the presence of him here is confusing me. His arms wrap around me and I feel the connection, the one we shouldn’t be having. Even if last night was unlike anything else I’ve ever felt.

“Okay.” I say looking into his dark eyes through the mirror.

He places a soft kiss against my cheek and turns away towards the shower, flicking it on. I pretend to not watch him, just in case he’s looking, but I can’t help it. My eyes skate up his body, the perfectly toned ass. Fuck, I’m in trouble. This is just the beginning of something I’ll come to regret. He leaves for Yale in a couple months and I planned on being at the opposite side of the country. It could never work, yet I find myself wanting more.

I pull the ponytail holders out of what’s left of my space buns, scratching my scalp moaning as it feels so good. Usually I don’t sleep with my hair up, since it causes breakage and shit, but last night wore me the fuck out and I slept better than I have in months with his arms wrapped around me.

“Join me Kitty.” He holds a hand out for me and I take it. He helps me into the shower, which is apparently at the perfect temperature and I just stand under the waterfall of water beating down my back.

Looking up at him I let out a sigh, “You should have told me you were a virgin.” I say, running my finger up his abs, until my hand settles on his shoulder.

“Why?”

“Because I wouldn’t have gone so hard for your first time.” I try to keep any emotions out of this conversation, I can’t catch feelings. Keep him at arm's length.

“I enjoyed it. Did you get what you needed?” He asks as his hands find my breasts, kneading them perfectly. Damn him.

“Yes.” My eyes fall shut under the water as I just feel his hands, touching me. Damn him.

“Then, there’s nothing for you to be worried about.” When his lips touch my cheek I nearly fall into his arms. “Let's get you clean Kitty, then we’ll figure out what we’re doing today, or I’ll go home, whatever you need. I never want you to feel like you have to do something with me.”

Damn him.

I seem to be saying that in my head a lot, shit. “Let’s shower and see how that goes first.” I reply as he leans over grabbing my shampoo.

“Turn around.” He says, squeezing some into his hand. I do as he says and when I tell you that it’s orgasmic to have someone else wash your hair, I fucking mean it.

In my head there are a few things that live rent free. One, I’m worthless. Two, no one will ever love me because something is wrong with me. Three, I’m broken, unfixable and lost. I’ve got a black heart, waiting to rip through the seams of someone like him. The only thing I can offer him is misery, heartbreak, and disaster.

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