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She was gasping and trashing under me now, but I wanted to tease her more for the stress she’d put me through. Her lips parted occasionally, but no words came out.

When I’d teased her to my satisfaction, I finally pulled off my sweatpants, holding my manhood in my hand; I carefully guided it to her opening.

A soft gasp escaped her lips at first contact, and her face looked like that of one who was in pain. I didn’t think much about it until I met with resistance while trying to enter her.

I paused when I understood the awkwardness, nervousness, and why she was so tense initially. She was a virgin.

I had no idea why, but the thought of that intensified my arousal.

However, I didn’t want to hurt her, so I slowed down and moved more gently until I overcame the resistance.

Her moans filled the room as I went in and out of her, first in slow rhythm, then gradually, I increased my pace.

She lay under me while I lay on top of her, slamming into her while supporting myself with my arms resting on either side of her on the bed.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as I slammed into her once more, and it fueled my movements as I chased my orgasm. I claimed her lips in a kiss, and she responded immediately.

She was so soft and pliable underneath me, and I couldn’t help but take it all in as she held onto me like I was an anchor and moaned loudly into our kiss. She kissed me so passionately that we had to break apart for a little bit, both gasping for air and trying to regain our bearings as the aftershocks of pleasure pulsed through us.

My hand ran down her body until it settled on her right thigh. It wasn’t long before my thumb found her small bundle of nerves just above her sex that caused her to moan again, louder than before. She gripped me tightly while pulling at my hair, bringing us closer together, kissing me harder and longer now. The pressure on my hard length increased, and I could already feel myself getting close.

I wanted this moment to last forever, but I began to speed up the pace. She gasped and began rocking herself against my cock. Soon, she was screaming out her pleasure as her walls tightened around me, and the action was the tipping point for me; a growl tore out of my throat, and I pulled out to shoot my cream all over her stomach.

We lay next to each other, breathing heavily as I tried to slow my heart rate down. I reached over and stroked her back, which had become damp with sweat despite the cool temperature, and wiped away some of the beads of sweat that ran down her neck. Her skin looked even paler in the bedroom's darkness, and when she turned toward me, I could see she was smiling.

I leaned forward and kissed her gently at first and then harder when she didn’t protest or pull away from me. We eventually pulled back from each other and stared at one another for several minutes without saying anything. I could definitely get used to this.

Chapter 9 - Jenna

As soon as I drifted out of sleep, my mind first noted the cool, gentle breeze snuck in from the window. The air conditioner in the room was on, but the cool breeze from outside was more soothing.

The realization kicked in that I wasn’t in my room. The bed I was lying in felt different from what I was used to waking up to; it was more luxurious, and...

My eyes snapped open. I felt strong arms around me from behind and a hard body pressed against me. I was about to panic when I saw a framed picture on the bedside table.

As soon as I saw the person in the picture, memories began to flood.

Even though I’d not seen him much—I mean, we just met—there was no way I could forget the face of the man who’d taken my virginity last night.

I cringed a bit when the memories came back—memories of his body hovering above mine the previous night and doing things to my body, things that I’d never experienced before, which left me in stitches. I didn’t cringe out of disgust but because I was overwhelmed.

The throbbing between my legs equally served as a subtle reminder of the activities that had gone on last night. The fact that he was currently lying behind me, his body pressed hard against mine, caused my sex to throb even more.

Because of how calm and steady his breathing was, I could tell he was still asleep. I tried to use that opportunity to sneak out of his embrace and away from the bed, but every attempt I made to get up failed; his arm was tightly wrapped around my waist, even in sleep, and I stood no chance against him. He wasn’t just strong but had a massive frame that easily covered my body.

After the last attempt, I sighed deeply and relaxed into his arms. The warm air from his nostrils caressed my bareback, once again calling my attention to the fact that we were both naked and had our bodies pressed tightly against each other.

Slowly and carefully, and with so much effort, I spun around till I was lying facing him.

I found myself staring directly into his face. The closeness made my heart flutter, and I swallowed hard, almost biting down on my tongue.

If I’d said this man, whose arms were protectively and securely wrapped around my body, was handsome, it would’ve been an understatement—an insult to his beauty.

His chiseled face was a masterclass in masculine elegance, with a sharp jawline, prominent cheekbones, and a strong nose.

His dark brown hair, which had been beautifully styled and swept backward when I’d first seen him yesterday, was tousled and muttered all over his face, obviously from all the previous night's activities. Seeing how messy his hair looked subtly pulled my thoughts away again to the night before when he’d been hovering over me. He’d been all sweaty, parts of that shiny, dark brown hair glued to his face from the sweat. Now that I was looking at him, I wondered what running my hands through that hair would feel like.

My hand was starting to move slowly but stopped halfway. What if he woke up and was displeased with me touching him?

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