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I’m slightly nervous. I don’t want to hurt her, but I know it’s going to hurt regardless since it’s her first time, but I’m glad it’ll be with me.

I crouch down, wrapping my arm around her legs as I hoist her over my shoulder. “I’m ready to eat something else first.”

She bursts out laughing, the sound vibrating against my chest, making me warm from the inside out.

I’m so fucking in love with this girl.

And I’m ready to make her mine, completely.

Chapter 30

Jasmine

Elio tosses me on his bed, my heart thumping rapidly in my chest. I’m ready for this, but it still doesn’t take away the slight anxiety for my first time.

I have no idea what it’s going to feel like, despite having read about it in books. Will it hurt and I’ll feel nothing but pain the whole time? Will I enjoy it? Will I even have an orgasm? Those are things running through my mind when Elio lies down beside me.

“What are you doing?” I question him, leaning up on my elbows.

“Waiting for you to come sit on my face,” he states casually.

“You don’t actually want me to do that to you, right?”

“I said come put that pretty cunt of yours on my tongue.” His voice is smooth yet demanding, making my body respond instantly.

I crawl over to his lap, where I straddle his waist.

“My face is up here,” he says, grabbing my hips and pulling me up where I hover above him. Lifting one hand off of my waist, he trails it up my thighs, looking for panties that aren’t there.

I giggle, and he groans. “You haven’t been wearing panties this whole time?”

“Nope, didn’t feel the need to when your face ends up between my thighs whenever we’re home anyway.”

His fingers find my entrance, two of them entering me and curling as he thrusts them in and out. I buck forward, my hands finding the headboard. “Good, because once I’ve fucked you, you’re really not going to need them, dolcezza. When we’re home, I want you in nothing but my shirt. That way when you’re being a brat, I can easily slide my cock inside of you and fuck you like you need to be.”

Elio’s words make the pit of my stomach warm, my pussy dripping around his fingers. He removes them and sucks them into his mouth before gripping my hips and pulling me onto his face.

I’m about to lift up when he tightens his grip, holding me there as he licks my slit, the roughness of his beard rubbing against my thighs.

Oh. My. Fuck.

My head lolls back, my eyelids fluttering as pleasure takes over my entire body. He sucks my clit into his mouth, hard. It’s almost too much, but since he’s holding me to him, I have no choice but to feel all of it.

It’s intense this way, so much so that I come within a minute.

“Elio!” I moan, my orgasm crashing through my body on a rampage, ruining me from the inside out.

I move down his chest, sitting at his waist as I try to catch my breath. Elio smiles at me, my arousal glistening on his face. It’s sexy as hell, especially when he wipes it with his hand, then licks it off.

“As much as I want to fuck you in my jersey, I need to see you the first time I fuck you.” His voice is rough as he takes the hemline of the jersey into his hands, lifting it over my head and tossing it on the floor.

He sits up, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it before swirling his tongue around , right before biting it. I yelp, but then he soothes the sting with his mouth, pressing kisses all over my breasts, repeating the same pattern to my other one.

His mouth pops as he pulls on my nipple with his lips, making me moan and squirm in his lap.

“I fucking love your tits,” he murmurs, right before sucking hard at the underside of my breast, no doubt leaving a mark. He likes to do this often, marking me with his lips where no one will see but him.

I pull his head up to mine, needing his lips immediately. We kiss passionately. His lips are firm against mine, knowing how to lead and set the pace as I kiss him back with just as much fervor.

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