Page 32 of Last Boy

But tonight, I just need an escape. And maybe it’s not right to use him this way, but he’s the only one who can make it better.

Arching my back off the bed, I bring my mouth to his. Not really caring that his mouth was just between my legs. Snaking my hand between us, I palm his dick and slide my hand back and forth, making him moan.

“I need to get a condom,” he says against my lips. “Jesus, Poppy. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“I have an IUD. I got it a long time ago, just in case.” I tighten my legs around him. “Please, Walker, I don’t want you to wear a condom. I just want…all of you.” I sniffle. “Just this once.”

Walker

Maybe I’m a bad guy for going down on her and now taking the virginity of a girl who just lost her brother. But she fucking begged me. And how the hell was I supposed to say no?

I could have come just from eating her tight pussy. The way she squeezed my tongue as her hips thrust against my face. She wanted every ounce of that orgasm she could get. She fucked my face till the bitter end.

Slowly, I push the tip of my dick inside of her heat. Right away, I’m whimpering because she feels so fucking good.

How the hell am I going to last long enough to make this good for her?

“It’s going to hurt a little, but because you’re dripping wet, that’ll help,” I tell her, looking down at her pretty face. “But if it’s too much, just tell me.”

“Okay,” she whispers, keeping her death grip on my waist with her legs.

“Promise me, you’ll say,” I growl this time.

“Yes.” She nods. “I promise.”

“Good girl,” I praise her, and I swear she gets even wetter.

Gradually, I begin to push more and more of myself into her. She hisses, sucking in a breath, but she doesn’t indicate that she wants me to stop.

I can’t fuck her as hard as I’d like to tonight. That’ll take a few more times before I’ll even consider that. I want tonight to be about her. And that starts with her being comfortable.

“Christ, Poppy. You feel so good,” I grunt, working only about half of my length inside of her, and already, I’m struggling not to blow my load. “You’re doing so good, baby.”

Her nails dig into my back, and she drives her face into my neck. She’s crying now, making me instantly stop moving as I crane my head to look at her.

“Don’t stop,” she whimpers before angling her face toward mine.

One look in her eyes, and my heart fucking shatters.

“Kiss me,” she sobs.

Bringing my lips to hers, I kiss her soft, plump lips as I gently pump in and out of her.

“Harder,” her voice squeaks.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I murmur against her lips, my forehead on hers. “I’ve already done that too many times.”

I watch tears gather in her eyes and roll down her cheeks.

“I want it to hurt. It takes my mind off my life,” she whispers, her voice cracking. “This kind of pain…it’s better than the other kind.”

There’s no universe where I’d fuck Poppy full force on a night like tonight, never mind the fact that she’s a virgin. But I’ll do my best to give her what she wants. And slowly, I begin feeding more of my cock inside of her, each pump a little faster.

She cries harder but holds my body closer to hers, kissing me rougher.

“I’m sorry,” I say, kissing her lips. “I’m so fucking sorry, Poppy.”

She digs her fingertips into my back, hugging me tighter.

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