Page 234 of Heart So Hollow

He’s going to tear me apart.

Dropping down, Bo lodges his knees against the backs of my thighs and spreads my legs as far apart as they’ll go. He falls forward, planting one hand on the mattress next to my chest and reaches down to position himself. I inhale sharply and tense my thighs when I feel him against me, ready to thrust his hips forward.

But, at the last second, my hands fly to his arms, grabbing his biceps.

“This is going to hurt, right?” I hiss in a shaky whisper.

Bo pauses and lifts his head, staring at me blankly. He’s silent for a few moments, and then his face softens, “You’ve never done this before,” he says with realization.

I give a quick shake of my head, studying his face for any reaction.

He furrows his brow, “Really?” He sounds shocked.

I’m not sure how to take his odd response, but I don’t have time to dwell on it.

He bites his bottom lip, “Wow, you hit home runs on the field, but nowhere else,” the corners of his mouth start to curl as he peers down at me, “and you want me to be the one to pop your cherry, huh?”

I hesitate, but then crack a smile, “Yeah,” I admit.

“Then say it.”

“Say what?”

Bo leans down, so close his nose touches mine, “I want to hear Superstar Maguire say she needs my cock.”

You have got to be kidding me, I roll my eyes with a huff, typical Bo…

“C’mon Maguire,” he slides his cock between my legs at a torturous pace, “open that pretty little mouth and tell me how much you want me to tear that pussy up.”

“Jesus, Bo…” I moan, half irritated and half losing my mind while I squirm beneath him, “don’t be such a dick.”

Suddenly, he reaches up and seizes me under my jaw, rendering me silent. He tilts my chin up so I can’t move then lowers his voice to a more threatening tone, “Let me hear you say it before I change my mind and send your ass back to Hildy’s bed.”

A shiver runs down my spine. Who am I kidding? I’ll say whatever Bo wants me to right now because, frankly, it’s the truth. I’m only resisting because he’s being such a cocky prick about it.

I take a deep breath, “Bo…” I murmur, reaching up and slowly run my nails up his scalp. He releases my jaw and closes his eyes, rolling his forehead across mine as I run tracks up and down the back of his neck. I kiss him softly, “teach me to fuck like you…”

A deep groan rumbles through his chest as he runs his fingers through my hair, brushing it away from my face, “You going to tell Col he lost his chance?” he asks with a glint in his eyes.

“What?”

Bo nudges my head to the side and runs his tongue up my neck, “You going to tell Col—” he starts sucking just beneath my ear, “that he’s never going to get his dick wet in your tight pussy?”

My eyes round, “Why would I say that to him?”

Bo doesn’t answer and flicks my earlobe, “He ever lick your pussy?” he murmurs in my ear.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I hiss, which only seems to amuse him.

“He hasn’t?” he asks with a devious grin.

“No!” my whisper cracks, “Why are you asking me that?”

“Why do you think I thought this wasn’t your first time?” Bo snickers, “If he hasn’t fucked you already, he definitely wants to.”

Oh my god. Is that what people think?

“He does not,” I scowl up at him.

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