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I know he’ll never touch me again. My virginity is more sacred to him than it is to me. He was fine with fucking a broken thing, but not withbreakingme. Before he can escape, I tighten my legs around his waist and buck my hips up.

The pain is intense and so, so deep when it hits. I gasp, grit my teeth, dig my nails into his skin.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, his eyelids fluttering. “Your little pussy is so fucking tight.”

I can barely breathe, never mind speak. Jude drops his head, brushing his lips against mine, and slowly forces his way deeper inside me.

Heat and pain flash through me, and it’s all I can do not to yell at him to stop.

But then he kisses me, and the pain melts away. It’s still there—a stretching, aching burn in my core—but his hard, languid kiss forces me to focus on his lips, not his cock.

When he pulls out, I’m almost relieved, but he pushes back into me a second later. The pain is less, but the heat is still there, scorching me.

“Fuck,” he groans into my ear. “I can’t believe you’re letting me break you.”

I knew it. This is going to change everything. He might still see this through, making sure I’m good and torn up inside, but will he ever want me again after this? Or will it just remind him of what he stole from me, even though I begged him to take it?

He kisses my throat, my chin, my cheekbone. And then leans back while he’s buried balls-deep inside my aching core. “Why are you crying?”

“Because it hurts, you fucker,” I murmur, swiping angrily at my tears.

“Why are you really crying?” He cups my face in his hands again and starts moving inside me. The friction that builds is torturous—slow and satisfying yet dizzyingly frustrating.

“Because I don’t want this to end,” I whisper. I try to blink back the tears streaming down my face, but they just keep coming.

Jude kisses me again, soft and gentle, fucking me so gently I could scream.

“Princess,” he murmurs against my mouth. “I’ll never be able to get enough of you.”

Chapter 65

Jude

I didn’t think anything could feel anywhere near as good as fucking my stepsister in the ass, but taking her virginity?

Jesus H. Christ.

I’m too scared to move faster. There’s pain in her eyes. I can see it in the twist of her mouth, how stiff she holds her body as I fuck her. But I want to pound into her too, to claim her roughly and fully so she won’t ever stray.

When I see hope sparkle in her eyes, I can’t hold back anymore. I pull out and sit back on my heels, stroking my blood-streaked dick as I stare down at her.

Sprawled on the blankets, sunshine dappled over her fair skin, she couldn’t be more beautiful, more radiant...moremine.

I almost come over her then and there, but with an iron grip around the base of my cock I manage to hold back.

“Open those pretty legs of yours,” I command her. She obeys immediately, but she turns her head away like she’s embarrassed to have me staring between her legs.

Fuck knows why.

She’s goddamn perfect.

“Touch yourself.”

Her hand snakes down her belly, and she hesitantly starts massaging her clit. “Harder.”

She obeys with a little whimper, her hips starting to move as she loses herself in her own pleasure.Does she know that I was jerking off to the thought of her doing this every night at midnight? That I’d close my eyes and imagine her hand was the one wrapped around my cock? That she was edging me past sanity until I’d come with the image of my dick deep inside her?

Sliding a hand under her ass, I lift up her hips, angling her dripping pussy for my cock. She gasps but lets me urge her onto my lap, watching with wide eyes as I guide my aching dick to her cunt.

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