Page 29 of Morally Corrupt

I advance toward her and she licks her lips, looking up at me with that innocent gaze of her.

Fuck!

My cock is straining against the confines of my briefs, and I'm fairly sure she can see just how much I want her. But her eyes seem to focus on my face, as if she's making a conscious effort not to look down.

I take her face between my hands and I proceed to kiss her, nice and slow, enjoying the feel of her — mine for the taking.

Spreading her on the bed and fitting myself on top of her, I proceed to kiss every inch of her skin, wanting to show her just how much I love her, worship her. As I move lower, I snap her bra clasp open and tug it off her. Her hands immediately go to her breasts and she gulps loudly, looking to the side.

"I . . . I've never," she starts, her voice full of embarrassment.

"I know. I'll be gentle, I swear." She nods, turns slightly to look in my eyes.

"I'm on birth control. I . . . I wanted to be prepared," she admits, a blush appearing on her pretty cheeks.

"God, B!" I groan, the idea that she's been looking forward to this as much as me exciting me to no end. "I've always used condoms before, and it was only one other woman,” I confess, and her nose scrunches up, a sigh of disappointment escaping her. "Shh, sweet girl." I caress her face. "I wish I waited too. If I knew I'd find you one day, I swear I wouldn't have touched another woman." I tell her honestly, because when I'm with her, nothing and no one else matters. She's my future, my everything.

She gives me a tremulous smile, her fingers coming to rest on my cheeks and then tracing my lips.

"I'm glad. You're the only one for me, Theo. Always." Her words floor and humble me, so I show her just how much she means to me.

I turn my attention back to her body, trailing wet kisses down her neck and toward her breasts before taking one nipple into my mouth. Her mouth forms an o, but she urges me on. I lick and suck, enjoying the myriad of emotions playing on her face. I need her to be as relaxed as possible, her pleasure my foremost goal. I'm not a small man, and for the first time, I'm afraid it might not be as pleasant for her as I know it will be for me.

I move lower, kissing her stomach before reaching her panties. Hooking my fingers through the band, I tug them down her legs, leaving her bare for my view. She tries to close her legs, but I place a finger on her mound, marveling at the softness of her skin.

"Clean shaven," I murmur, surprised.

"I thought you'd like it," her voice is small as she says this, so I quickly assure her I'd like her any way. That she put effort into this, to please me, makes me even happier.

Settling myself between her legs, I inhale her scent, nuzzling her lips with my mouth before diving in for the first taste. I give her a long lick, and she stiffens against me before relaxing once more. Centering the tip of my tongue over her clit, I circle it in slow motions, making her writhe under me, her hands involuntarily seeking my hair. She clutches at my scalp, and I continue, sucking the nub and nibbling it with my teeth. Her moans permeate the air, and pride swells in my chest.

I'm the one giving her pleasure. I'm the one owning her.

I use my fingers to prepare her, feeling her soft tightness and the way she clenches at my digits. Soon, she crashes, her orgasm making her contract all around my fingers, her soft gasps making my dick even harder.

Fuck! I need to take this slow.

Moving up her body, I give her a languorous kiss, using my hands to push down my briefs.

"I'm told this might hurt a little, sweetheart," I tell her, already feeling bad I'm about to cause her pain. I'd read plenty of articles to prepare for this night, wanting everything to be perfect, and Bianca as ready as possible to prevent any discomfort.

"It's ok. It's you." She gives me one quick kiss on the lips before urging me to proceed. My hands on her ass, I settle in the v of her legs, my cock brushing ever so softly against the wetness of her pussy. A hiss escapes me at the contact, the promise of pleasure to come.

Taking my cock in one hand, I rub it against her pussy, coating it in her juices before I push the tip in. My eyes are on her face, checking for any sign of discomfort, but she's watching me just as intently, her mouth open on an unreleased moan.

I move forward inch by inch, letting her get used to my size. A small crease forms between her brows and I still.

"Does it hurt?" I ask immediately, concerned.

She shakes her head. "It's just new. But I like it." She angles her hips and I slide all the way in. I take a deep breath, now hoping I will last. Her raw heat is almost too much to bear, and I have to stop myself from coming then and there — from one thrust alone.

"God, B. You feel so good," I rasp against her face, my lips seeking hers. I wait until she's ready and when she gives me a nudge, I start moving again. My arms come around her and I hold her tightly to my chest, driving my cock in and out of her. Her breathing picks up, so I quicken my pace, needing her to come all over my cock.

"Theo," she cries, her nails scratching my back and winding tightly around my neck. "Love you."

"Love you, too, sweetheart. So. Damn. Much," I growl in between thrusts. Her mouth is on mine as her walls grip my cock tightly, spasming around me. She lets out a soft moan, and I follow her, spilling myself inside of her. Relishing the feeling of marking her as mine.

We stay like that for a moment before I withdraw, running to the bathroom to get a washcloth. When I return, I spot a few droplets of blood smeared on her thighs and on the sheet — the evidence of her innocence. I clean her carefully, and she gives me the most satisfied purr.

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