Page 14 of Condemned Soul

“Try it,” she dares, her lips touching against the skin on my neck while her fingers fist at my hair too. “I want you inside me, Jimmer Carson. I want to be ruined by you.” She’s so damn wet and that, combined with her words, makes the temptation to take her far too fuckin’ hard to resist. Pulling out my fingers I quickly unbuckle my belt, forcing my jeans down to my knees so I can get my cock where it needs to be.

“You sure, darlin’?” I give her one last warning before I give her what she thinks she wants and when she nods back at me, the glint in her eyes is almost as bright as the fireworks exploding in the sky above us.

I ground myself and savor another moment as I slowly push inside her. She moans as her tight body battles to resist me, and my growl is far too loud when her throbbing pussy holds me like a prisoner.

Her nails dig deeper into my skin when I start to move, thrusting my hips back and forth, letting her squeeze the fuckin’ life outta my cock and enjoying every second of it. She looks like she’s in pain and as much as I don’t like being the cause of it, I can’t deny how beautiful it looks on her.

I stifle her cries when I clamp my hand over her mouth. We can’t have Miss Manitou Springs getting caught being fucked by the outlaw biker. That thought and the thrill in her eyes has me off-loading inside her way before I intended to. I drop my head onto her shoulder while I catch my breath and steady her back onto her feet. When I look back up and see the tears in her eyes they make me feel real fuckin’ guilty. This girl may have a whole lotta sass, but she’s young and naive. She’s bound to expect way more than I can give her after this and I don’t make it my business to go around hurting innocent girls.

“You okay?” I check.

“I’m fine. That was…” She searches for words, but the smile on her face tells me everything I need to know.

“Come on, ya can’t go home like that.” I glance down at her ripped dress. “Let’s see if the girls have somethin’ you can throw on.” Taking her hand in mine, I lead her through the side door into the bar and guide her straight up the stairs to my room. “You stay there. I’ll only be a few.” I leave her in my room so I can go in search of something for her to wear and, luckily, I bump into Kelly on my way downstairs. I task her with finding something suitable while I head to the bathroom to take a slash, and when I take out my cock and notice the red streaks of blood staining it, guilt and fury hit me like a truckload of shit.

I do what I came in here to do, before bursting through the doors and back up to my room.

“Why the hell didn’t ya tell me?” I yell at Joanne when I find her sitting on the edge of my bed. Her eyes become wide and fearful when she sees how mad I am, and she backs up the mattress until her shoulders hit the headboard.

“T-t-tel-l-l you what?” she manages.

“That you were a fuckin’ virgin!” I fist my hair and try to tamp down my frustration. I have no idea why this is provoking such a reaction from me. If anything, it should appeal to me that no other man has had her.

“Would it have mattered?” She shrugs, looking worried and a helluva lot more innocent than the girl I just fucked against a side alley wall.

“Yes, Joanne, it would’ve mattered. For a start, I wouldn’t have fucked ya up some scummy wall.” I notice the way her lips raise into a dreamy little smile, that’s as dangerous as it is cute.

“But you’d have still done it?” she questions.

“No… I… I mean, I don’t know. I would’ve thought a little more about it for sure,” I point out. Suddenly realizing why I’m so mad. It’s because I would have done it differently. This girl’s first time should have been something special, and the fact I’m even thinking that way proves that I fuckin’ care far too much about her.

“What would you have done? Laid me down on a bed of roses?” Now she’s laughing and it’s the most irritatingly beautiful sound I ever heard.

“This ain’t a joke. What I did to you out there… I thought, from the way you act, you at least had some experience. I…” I’m speechless and that don’t happen all too often.

“Well, you’ve officially corrupted me, now I guess I’m going to hell.” I like that her confidence is back and she doesn’t look afraid anymore. I don’t like the fact I just stole a fuckin’ moment from her that she’ll never get back.

“Joanne.” I scrub my hand over my face. “That shouldn’t have been like that. Not for your first time. I must have hurt ya.”

“Yeah, it hurt, but isn’t that normal? Carol told me the first time she did it—” I move fast, slamming my hand over her mouth to silence her.

“I don’t wanna know about Carol's first time. I don’t fuckin’ care about that. What I care about is…” I almost say it. I almost tell her that for some reason I care about her. “I’m sorry.” I swallow thickly.

“It’s my fault maybe I should have told you but I was embarrassed and…” She sighs, “I wanted you that way. I didn’t want you to be put off by it, or treat me gently like everyone else in my life does. I like the way I feel when I’m around you.”

“I ain’t the kinda man to be usin’ as your little rebellion, darlin’. I’m a dangerous person and I do real dangerous things.”

“I like that too.” She wets her lips with her tongue and makes the temptation to take them even harder to resist, especially now that I know how they taste.

The door knocks and when Kelly steps inside with some folded-up jeans and a sweater, she looks surprised to see the pretty, little pageant queen on my bed.

“Thank you.” Joanne smiles at her gratefully before she places them on the side unit and leaves.

“You wanna take a shower and then head downstairs for a drink?” I ask, letting my thumb trail over her bottom lip.

“Is this the part where you put me in another woman's clothes and have someone take me home?” She smiles at me.

“It should be,” I admit before I kiss her the way I should have when I stole her innocence. At the same time, trying to block out the fact that I’m happy I was this poor girl’s first. It means she’ll never forget me, and that wherever we go from here, she’ll always be mine.

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