Page 370 of Tis the Season to be Bullied

I’ve always wanted my first time to be perfect. Special. Roses and fucking champagne.

I have all that and more.

So why the fuck am I still hesitating?

“Mmm,” Briar says, his lips vibrating against mine. “A little wet, but not nearly enough.”

Then he’s gone. His warmth, the solidity of his body, his whispered promises. Everything.

I barely have time to open my eyes before his mouth closes over my clit.

I groan deep in my throat, my hips arching involuntarily off the bed. Briar pushes me down with his hand on my stomach, and works my clit with his tongue like he’s pissed off at it.

Ecstasy washes over me. I lose myself in space and time and float in an endless sea of pleasure.

I’m dimly aware that I have Briar’s hair in a death grip, but I don’t give a fuck if I pull out every strand by the root.

He makes me come way before I’m ready, and then drinks me down like a shot of tequila.

I’m still shuddering in the aftershock of my orgasm when he rests his entire weight on me and puts his mouth by my ear.

“Now you’re wet enough,” he murmurs.

Fingers sink into my pussy, stroke my folds, tweak my clit. I barely have enough faculties to moan in protest, although trust me: I do try.

“I love you, my little virgin,” Briar says. “But I don’t want to keep calling you that.”

He shifts around between my legs, and then his fingertips are teasing open the folds covering my entrance. The smooth crown of his cock pushes against me.

I stiffen, whimper, try to back away up the bed. “I can’t,” I blurt out.

There are tears in my eyes, and I don’t know how they got there. The room’s starting to spin, my skin crawling like it wants to tear off of my flesh. “Briar, please, I can’t?—”

“It’s me, Indi,” he murmurs. He strokes the side of my face. “Look at me, Angel.”

I force my eyes open, blinking through a stream of hot tears.

“Do you see me?” he asks.

I nod, and squeeze a few more traitorous tears from my eyes.

“You feel me?” he says as he gently strokes my pussy with the tip of his cock.

I nod again, and bite back a sob.

“I love you, Indi. I’ll never hurt you. Hear me?”

I nod again. “I l-love you too,” I manage, although my words are so stuttered I don’t know if Briar hears a thing.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Say it again.”

“I love you.” This time the words are clear.

“Again.”

“I love you, Briar.”

“Then let me make you mine,” he whispers. He rubs his cock against me, coaxing me. “Let me in.”

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