Page 25 of Westin

“Oh.” The air rushes from her lungs.

I push my hand between us again and run my fingertips over her pussy, letting her slick arousal coat them. Gently, I press my middle finger deeper until it slips inside her cunt.

Her nails come out, digging into my upper arms.

“Ouch,” she whispers.

I push my finger in another inch, intoxicated by her soft, wet pussy and the way it grips me. She’s tight, probably too tight to be doing this today. Having her first kiss and losing her virginity is a lot all at once.

That isn’t going to stop me, though. She’s here, naked and willing. I’m not a good enough man to walk away.

“Does it hurt?” I asked.

She shakes her head once. “It did at first. Not much anymore.”

I flip my hand, searching for that sweet spot. Her lips slowly part, and when I find it, the breath leaves her lungs in a rush.

“Oh,” she gasps.

I circle her G-spot, rubbing gently to make her thighs tremble again. “I want to touch every place on your body that makes you feel good, darling.”

Her lids flutter, eyes rolling back.

She’s so soaked, it’s dripping down the curve of her ass. Slowly, I explore her pussy with that finger before I pull it free and lick it clean, getting to my knees.

Her eyes drop like a stone, and her brows reach her hairline.

“I’m going to fuck you now, darling,” I tell her.

She nods, wordless as I bend down and kiss her mouth. When I pull back, she follows me with her lips, like she doesn’t want to stop.

“Say yes,” I order softly.

“Yes,” she breathes.

I sink down until our bodies are tangled. Outside, birds trill, and hot wind moves through the window screen, brushing our naked skin.

Her hands touch my upper arms, nails digging in. Her big brown eyes widen as she feels my cock at her entrance, the head of my cock finding the slick heat of her pussy. She bites her lip and winces.

I push until she whimpers.

“That’s a good girl,” I praise.

I slip my hand under her neck, holding her head in my hand. My hips don’t relent as her inner muscles spasm and her breasts heave, nipples hard, brushing up against my bare chest.

I’m halfway in when I hit resistance. I hesitate, but not once does it occur to me to stop. Her spine tenses; maybe it’s better to just get it done. I thrust hard, sinking to the hilt inside.

“Oh,” she breathes, tears springing to her eyes. One slips down her temple and mingles with her hair.

“Does it hurt, darling?” I murmur, kissing away that tear.

“Yes,” she gasps. “It hurts, but don’t stop.”

I can’t help the moan that moves up my chest. Bracing myself on my knee, I pull out halfway and lift so I can look down to where we’re joined. She’s soaked, the entrance of her sex swollen with a trace of pink, a hint of blood. It sinks in that I did this to her, but I’m not sure if I’m triumphant or ashamed.

Most likely the former.

I spend a lot of my time trying to be a conscience for Sovereign, but I don’t have much of one myself—at least not when it comes to staking my claim on Diane.

---