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He just stares down where his cock is sheathed inside of me in astonishment and it’s got me curious. I wince when I try to sit up, the switching of positions causing a stinging sensation. I ignore it and look down at where we’re joined.

I see blood coating his cock and I’m suddenly overwhelmed by a mass of emotion that washes over me that I slap a hand over my mouth and my shoulders start to shake.

Creed’s eyes meet mine again as his hands grip my knees, keeping them spread wide for him. “Fuck. Collins, were you a…?”

I’m fucking hysterical at this point and it fuels the wild and lost look in his eyes, at a sudden loss for words. Finally I suck in a deep breath and a singular, loud, barking laugh escapes me.

I can’t fucking believe this.

Chapter 38

Creed

Laughing.

That’s what Collins is doing right now? She’s fucking laughing?

I look back down at the blood that is coating my cock and I’m trying really hard to compose myself but I’ve already lost all sense of reason. I need to get her quiet so I can figure out what the fuck is going on so I pull out and thrust back in, a little rougher than necessary but a shocked gasp escapes her lips, effectively cutting off the laughter.

If she really was a virgin, a little fucking warning would’ve been nice. There’s no way I could fuck her soft and sweet after the way she had me use her mouth like my own little sex doll, but still. Fucking warn a guy.

Can I really complain here, though? Fuck no, because the thought of being Collins’ first turns me on like nothing else and I’m ready to fucking claim her repeatedly until she passes out from orgasm overload.

I notice in the dark room that her shoulders are shaking and when I lean down and get closer to her face, there are tears tracking down her beautiful, freckled cheeks.

Oh, hell no. No tears unless I’m causing them from too much pleasure.

“What the fuck, baby? What’s wrong? Did I—Are you alright?” I stumble over my own words, not having a clue how to navigate this. I don’t fuck virgins. Or at least, I didn’t.

She quickly nods and swipes at her eyes, a freakishly sweet smile plastered on her face has a chill racing up my spine and I can’t decide if that’s a good or bad thing.

What it’s doing is freaking me the fuck out because I have no idea what the hell is happening right now. She looks borderline manic but I secretly love the crazed smile because now she really looks like she belongs with me.

She’s still not speaking and I’m dying to fuck her into next Sunday so I just blurt out like a jackass, “You were a virgin?”

There’s really no soft way to ask while my cock is already buried balls-deep inside of her.

“No,” She rasps, but I’m even more confused because the blood on my cock says otherwise. I pump slowly in and out of her again, and her eyes flare and she hisses softly. I’ve got to start moving or my dick might explode from anticipation. “I tried once when I was seventeen,” she says but the last words are hard to make out around her giggles. “He had a pencil dick that never even got fully hard, so I guess…everything stayed…intact.”

Well, fuck me sideways.

A slow, wicked grin takes over my face, matching hers from earlier. I pull out of her almost all the way before slamming back in, making her cry out, but by the way her pussy pulses around me and her hands grip my hair, her heels digging into my ass tells me that she loves the roughness.

I fuck her slow but rough for a few more beats until her cries turn into soft moans, each one growing louder as my hips slap against her bare flesh harder and faster with every thrust.

“Whoever he was,” I growl, my hand gripping her neck, “He doesn’t fucking count. He doesn’t even fucking existanymore. This is mine.”

“Yes,” she cries out, one of her hands leaving my hair to grip my forearm of the hand that’s clenched around her throat. “Yours. Only yours.” I can tell from the look in her bright green eyes that even she doesn’t quite believe that statement.

Well, we’ll see about that.

I don’t answer her because I know she’s right. She is mine. But she belongs to Riley, too, she just doesn’t know it yet.

I lean up and grip both of her legs, lifting and pressing them back until her knees meet her chest. I squeeze her thighs together and set back to fucking her. The change in angle has Collins arching off the bed, a silent scream trying to push past her throat that ends on the sexiest rasping groan that puts porn stars to shame. The sound alone makes my dick twitch and pulse inside of her.

I look at Collins and notice that her pretty face has streaks of mascara tracking down her cheeks, a testament to the way I fucked her mouth just minutes before in the car. She’s a fucking mess and all I want to do is dirty her up even more. I want her to shatter and fall apart for me over and over. When she’s fully sated and dick-drunk, I’ll then show her just how good it can be to have another lover in her life.

To have two of us who will give her all the love and care and dick that her heart desires.

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