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She begins crying out, babbling nonsensical words as her hips move of their own accord. I look up, meeting her eyes. Holding them with mine I suck her clit into my mouth, let go of one thigh, and push two fingers inside of her. In seconds, she tightens around my fingers and moans loudly.

I help her come down from her orgasm and then kiss up her body as she pants, trying to catch her breath. I stop at each breast, sucking her nipples into my mouth. I nip each bud with my teeth and Britain arches underneath me. I kiss up her chest to her neck, nipping her earlobe between my teeth.

When I finally reach her mouth, I pull back until I can see her eyes. “Are you absolutely sure? Baby, you can stop this right now.”

Her eyes soften as she reaches up, cupping my cheek. “I’m ready.”

Our lips meet, and I moan into her mouth. I reach between us, rubbing her clit until she begins squirming under me again. I reach blindly for the box of condoms as she licks her arousal from my face. I pull down my boxer briefs until my erection is freed from its confines. Reluctantly I pull back, and with quick fingers I open the box, ripping open the foil packet, and then sliding it down my length.

I grab my cock at the base and rub it through her wetness, getting my dick lubed up. Taking a deep breath, I line myself up with her entrance and hold her eyes as I push inside her. She squirms as I hit her body’s resistance. I rear back and then thrust into her, breaking her hymen. Britain cries out and I don’t miss the tear that slides from her eye. Out and in, I work myself until I finally bottom out inside of her.

I hold still, letting her adjust to me, but fuck me, I’ve got to move. She’s got the tightest pussy I’ve ever been inside of. “Are you okay, baby?”

“Yes, please move.” I pull almost all the way out and then thrust back in. The base of my cock keeps hitting her clit, and I can feel how wet she is. Her pussy is so fucking hot, and I’m officially addicted to her.

Grabbing her hands, I pin them next to her head as her legs hug my hips. I lean down until my lips are barely touching hers. “Do you feel that? Do you feel how well we fit together? Your pussy was made for me.” Her channel ripples around me and I groan against her lips. “Oh you like that, don’t you?”

I roll my hips, working my dick into her over and over. She’s so fucking tight I can feel her orgasm as it starts. Her eyes widen in surprise and her mouth opens in a silent moan. I grab one thigh, pulling it higher on my hip as I begin to pound into her. I know I should be gentle, but the desire to mark her—brand her—hits me hard. That familiar tingle begins at the base of my spine just before I bury my face in her neck, groaning against her sweat-slicked skin.

I let go of her hands, and her arms immediately wrap around me. “That…Was…Amazing,” she says with her eyes closed and a look of pure bliss on her face. Her cheeks are the sweetest shade of pink, and her chest rises and falls as she tries to control her breathing.

I kiss her lips before pulling my softening cock from her; the streaks of blood are proof that I’ve claimed her, and now she’s mine. I know I shouldn’t go caveman on her, but if I could beat my chest without scaring her off, I would. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

In the bathroom, I take care of the condom and then grab a washcloth, getting it wet before climbing back onto the bed. She eyes the washcloth and her cheeks turn red. “Brit, I want to take care of you. Let me, okay?’

She nods and lets me open her legs. As I wipe between them, she sighs—I’m sure it feels good because I did get a little rough at the end. Britain grabs my face, catching me off guard. Luckily, I catch myself before I fall on her. “Thank you for making my first time so special.”

Chapter Twenty

Britain

I’ve been up since six, but I’ve stayed right where I’m at, snuggled up to Silas. We fell asleep naked and chest to chest sometime after one in the morning. I kiss his chest and smile like a lunatic. I’m no longer a virgin, and Silas made me feel so beautiful and special last night. He was gentle, and then he was rough.

After the first time, we ate our chocolate cake naked in bed. He took some of the frosting and rubbed it on my nipples before sucking it off. Silas then rubbed some on my pussy, licking it off and lapping me with his tongue to orgasm.

He begins to stir, but he just pulls me closer—if that’s even possible. His dick is hard and pressed against my hip. My leg is draped over his, leaving me completely open to him. If I move up just a little, his dick would be right at my entrance.

Silas’s arm is wrapped around my waist, and when I rub against him, I feel it tighten. I drag my tongue up his chest, stopping at his neck, kissing it softly. His hand slides down to my ass, squeezing it. I moan against his skin, and feel him thrust slowly against my hip.

He rolls to his back taking me with him, and then I’m straddling him. My vagina is resting snug against his dick. Silas grabs my hips and begins rocking me back and forth. No words are exchanged; instead, he pulls me down until our lips connect in a slow glide. I should be worried about morning breath, but honestly, I don’t care.

Silas pushes me up enough to reach my nipples—sucking first one into his mouth, and then the other. They are so sensitive from the abuse they took last night, but with each suck it shoots straight to my clit.

I’m so wet that I’m sliding up and down his dick so much easier. My orgasm sits just out of reach, but then shoots straight through me as he begins to cum. It shoots all over his stomach, and when I collapse on top of him I feel it get all over me, but I’m not bothered by it.

Silas wraps his arms around me, hugging me tightly to his chest. “How are you feeling?” he asks as he kisses my forehead.

“Good. Great, in fact.” I kiss the underside of his jaw. “Thank you again for an amazing day yesterday.”

“It was my pleasure, baby.” He reaches for his phone and looks at it. “Let’s shower and then we’ll have breakfast before we head home.”

My stomach chooses that moment to begin to growl. Silas laughs and then maneuvers us so we’re standing next to the bed. He tells me to go shower first because if he gets in there with me, we’ll never leave.

I walk into the bathroom, use the toilet, and then tie my hair up before climbing into the shower. I quickly wash, and when I reach my vagina it’s a little sore, but I smile because I honestly never thought I’d be intimate with a man—especially a man like Silas. After my shower I throw on a pair of gray knit shorts and my Cubs t-shirt that Silas bought me yesterday.

Taking my hair down, I quickly brush it before throwing it up into a bun. When I step out of the bathroom, I find Silas sitting on the end of the bed with his clothes on his lap. “It’s all yours.” He stands up, still naked, and kisses me on the lips before he disappears into the bathroom. I pick up our clothes and pack my stuff into my bag, and place his on the bed with his bag.

I walk to the window and look out over the city. This really was an amazing trip. Yes, it was just an overnight one, but it was a trip I’ll never forget. Silas wraps his arms around my chest and he rests his chin on my shoulder. I didn’t even hear him come out of the bathroom, but he smells like the soap from the shower…it’s delicious.

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