Page 76 of Crazy for this Girl

“Starters?” I repeat. “You’re a brat.”

“You’re a pain in the ass.”

“Glad that hasn’t changed.” Returning back to her mouth, I slowly enter her, feeling the barrier a second later. My restraint to take this slow is straining. No matter how I do this, it’s not going to be comfortable for her.

Hesitantly, I thrust slowly back and forth, getting her used to the size of me before breaking through the barrier that keeps her my innocent Laynee and into mine.

I bite down gently on her lower lip before looking down at those glorious blues.

And that's when I take everything from her.

My cock hurls forward, and she gasps, squeezing my biceps tightly at the pain, and I stop moving.

I'm a bastard for doing this, but I need her. I fucking need something to hold onto when I'm gone because she won't be a phone call away. She'll be a full halfway around the world, moving on with her life, and recharging that hatred that she built up over these last few months.

"Are you okay, baby?" I ask her, brushing strands of hair away from her face. "I'm sorry."

"I'm okay,” she whispers. “Keep going."

I do as she says, but at a painfully slow pace that has my balls clenching and my jaw taut.

This woman is going to be the death of me, and I'll be happy to die at her hands. Not only have I taken what no other man or Troy can, but she seized me. My heart will never beat the same for anyone else other than Laynee Reese.

She moans then, sending a shrill of butterflies through my gut, and I demand my shit to calm down. I'm not going to come first when I just took her virginity and look like a fucking tool.

Her fingers squeeze my biceps harder as she heavily breathes, pushing through her discomfort as I push through my body wanting to betray my ass.

She leans up, taking my lips and kissing me like she's never going to get to again. She's not helping, but I'm not going to tell her that. I want this moment perfect and it's far from it.

We're in a rundown motel where the hot water only lasts five minutes tops, and I'm sure it's been fumigated a million times. I didn't get to take her out to a nice dinner or let her dress up. I wasn't able to work my way into her heart but forced my words out of my throat before I thought better of it. Before I thought better about all of this.

I planned this all wrong, but I thirsted for it.

All of it.

I’m a prick.

At least Troy may have brought her flowers and read some stupid lines in a book. He better have done all of the romantic fucking things…except for the stupid ass line thing.

When Laynee's fingers begin to relax a little, I pick up my speed, as she opens herself wider for me, adjusting to me invading her body.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I whisper into her mouth. "You're always going to be it for me, Laynee. No one else."

"Don't say that," she counters. "There might be someone who hates Good Charlotte as much as you do."

I smile. "That's what keeps you interesting. A stupid ass wannabe punk boy band."

"They’re not wannabes. They're bomb."

"Says you."

"Says me," she exhales, sounding sated and delicious. "God..."

"That feel good?" She bobs her head, almost headbutting me in the process. "You want more?"

She nods again, and I quicken my tempo, counting to ten over and over as I do to focus on something else other than her tight pussy wrapped about my hard cock, which is a million times better than any handjob I've ever given myself while she was sleeping in the cabin next to mine.

"Remember when I said I'd marry you?" I press, kissing her cheek and running my lips to her ear.

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