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And let’s be honest, here.

The thought of getting to be the first cock Lori’s ever taken? It’s delicious.

So I slide my fingers out, shifting so that the flared head of my cock can take their place. Just pressing it against her wet cunt is enough to have me breathless.

“Gonna be a good girl for me?” I ask her, voice traitorously rough. I’m so curled over her that we’re practically breathing the same air.

“Kurt,” says Lori, trying to put an edge of warning into the words.

I roll my hips, letting the head of my cock slide up instead of in, bumping into her clit.

Lori yelps with pleasure.

“Gonna say please for me?” I insist.

And she breaks, sweet as sugar. “Please, Kurt.” Her arms wrap around my shoulders, and her legs spread lewd around my hips. “Please, please–ahhh!”

I give it to her, pressing as deeply into her as I can on the first roll. Her whole body goes taut beneath me, breath stuttering with mingled pain and pleasure. I kiss her through it, but I don’t stop, not until I’m so deeply buried inside of her that there’s nowhere left to go.

Only then do I hesitate, letting her body get used to me. Lori’s loud even through that, whining and panting open-mouthed as she writhes beneath me.

“You okay?” I ask her, fighting not to give in and just take her hard and fast. She’s too bruised up for that. Next time.

Next time?

Fuck, that’s a thought that surprises even me. I want there to be a next time with Lori so badly that it burns.

“Yes, yes, shit, just move, please,please,” whines Lori. She’s picked up on the fact that I like to be asked to do something quickly. I’m keen on listening, especially this time around.

The first roll of my hips is a slow, steady drag. The second, harder. It’s surprisingly easy to set a steady rhythm, fucking into her until she’s a moaning mess beneath me. Each buck of my hips sends the headboard rattling against the wall.

Hot pleasure curls through me. I want this, more than I’ve wanted anything in a long time.

But it’s not just my own relief that I want. It’s hers, too. I want her to feel just as good as I do.

If I get to be her first time, I’m going to make it a damn good one.

Of course, she’s not the only one that can’t be quiet. Lori might be a moaning mess beneath me, but I’m talking more than a little bit. Asking her how much she likes her first cock, telling her howgoodshe’s taking me.

And then, as the pleasure rises hot in my belly, “First fingers you took. First cock. Gonna be the first person to cum in you, too. Gonna be all your firsts, Lori. And just fucking look at you. You love it so much. Fuck, you love this, love the way I make you feel—”

I press as deep into her as I can, cumming with a low groan that’s only barely muffled against her skin. She’s right behind me, the sensation of being filled for the first time enough to push her over the edge and straight into her own orgasm.

Panting, I lay there over top of her until I’ve all but melted. When I finally move away, my cum slides from her pussy. Lori doesn’t bother closing her legs. Her eyes slide shut.

“That’s what you wanted?” I ask her.

Lori lets out a soft, content sounding, “Yes.”

“Why?” The question even surprises me.

But I want to know. “Why the sudden change in mind?”

But Lori is already asleep.

Chapter fourteen

Lori

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