Page 74 of The Attraction File

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Evaleen

If we stopped right now I would be happy.

But my curiosity and the fact that everything Edgar was doing felt incredible kept me saying yes to anything he asked. The days of youthful innocence died the day I ran away from home. I wasn’t afraid that a man would think I was bad in bed since I was a virgin. I was afraid of everything after.

Every book I read made me want to find out how it felt. Was it just an exaggeration to keep readers’ eyes glued to the page? Give them that fantasy. Or was sex really that gratifying?

With all the things I feared, I wasn’t scared that Edgar wouldn’t know what to do with my body.

“I trust you, Edgar.”

“Good. I’m going guide you through this as much as I can.”

That he understood about me. How I needed to be aware of everything, to know what was happening, caused some of my uncertainty to slip away.

I felt something between my legs, not his fingers. It was bigger, thicker, and in my current state, I wanted whatever it was to keep going.

“My cock is right there, Evaleen. Can you feel it?” Edgar’s words were coarse and drove me as much as his hands.

“Yes. Uh-huh.”

He pushed. In small thrusts and as I suspected from yesterday, he felt large. Too much. He swore it would fit, but I was beginning to have doubts.

“You’re so big.”

His fingers slipped and he reached up to pinch my nipple. When he touched me like that everything inside me burst from pleasure. I started to push back. His warmth on my back as he bent over me made me tingle.

“Evaleen, you will be nice and tight. I’ll fill every inch of you.”

I arched my back. His words should have scared me, but I yearned for more. I was aching to know how he felt.

“When I’m done with you, Evaleen, you’ll weep. For all those lost years when my cock wasn’t filling you. When my mouth wasn’t sucking you. All those lost moments when you could have been screaming my name.”

His fingers slid, they pulled, and they didn’t stop as he seduced me with his words. Edgar’s mouth landed on the back of my shoulder. It was sharp, the pain, when he bit me but warmed quickly and despite logic, I craved more.

“How did that feel, Evaleen?”

“Good. So good.”

He pushed farther inside me. I had no idea how far but something changed in me. I felt the need to rock back into him. There was no sharp pain, so I knew he wasn’t fully inside me yet.

“That’s what it will be like, Evaleen. Like a bite of pain.” His fingers pulled me closer toward breaking. My hips now gave way to trying to catch his hands. “You’re so incredible. Fuck, I want to be deep inside right now.”

His words wobbled as Edgar began to slip too. It was so much. That the words that fell from my mouth weren’t even completely out. They were lost in the moment as was I, but they changed everything.

“Then do it, Edgar. I need you right now. Please, fuck me.”

He groaned and it was the sweetest sound I had ever heard. But the only thing sweeter was when he did as I requested. Edgar, with a few intense thrusts, broke through and I finally understood.

Edgar was right; there was a sharp pain and with each movement after there was more of the ache. But after a few more thrusts it subsided, replaced with a throbbing pleasure.

But then something went wrong. It all stopped and I feared what that meant. Did he change his mind? That seemed ridiculous but perhaps that happened. A million questions went racing through my head as Edgar stilled.

I glanced back to find his head fallen back, chest ripped, rose, and glistening. He was any women’s wet dream; forget that, he was my wet dream. But what made him stop?

Finally, he raised his head; Edgar’s eyes heavy and mouth slack.

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