Page 17 of Twisted

“Maisie,” he said with a shake of his head, their noses almost touching. “You’re young. Nothing wrong with how you grew up.”

Simmering, she settled, peeking up at him below her thick lashes as he backed away a fraction.

“You sure?”

He chuckled.

“Damn sure. You’re…more beautiful…more fascinating than any woman I’ve ever met, and I’ve traveled the world,” he said, his eyes swishing between hers, reaching one hand to cup her cheek. She burned where their skin met, nervous and excited. Would this be her firstrealkiss? Before her parents approved? They didn’t have to know, she supposed.

“Thank you, Carter.”

“Mmm,” he mused, leaning in as the sun dipped below the horizon, the moment feeling altogether perfect. It was her favorite spot. She was with her knight in shining armor, in a sleek black chariot. And when her eyes fluttered closed and his lips settled over hers, she could swear she saw stars.

She was timid, unsure of how to proceed other than to mimic his motions. The hand once cupping her cheek traveled up to cup the back of her head, his fingers knotting into her hair. She felt his tongue, jerking away at the unexpected intrusion, and he pulled away with a breathy laugh, grinning at her. She smiled back, unsure of how to feel about her first kiss. Was it good? Did she like it? She felt more grossed out than anything, especially after his tongue had mingled with hers.

“Come here,” he said, voice husky as he shifted his hips and slid to the more spacious back seat. Trembling, she followed, wanting him to find her desirable still. If she said no, he would take her home, would never want to see her again. She couldn’t do that; she liked him too much already. He was so damn handsome it made her insides all mush.

He sat back, pulling her onto his lap, her legs falling to either side of his hips. He cupped her butt, skimming his fingers over the fringe of her denim shorts, sending her flesh erupting in fits of goosebumps. She giggled and shivered, and he stared up at her like she was the rarest diamond in the world. He leaned up, his eyes dark and filled to the brim with lust as his lips crashed back to hers.

She ignored his tongue this time despite how she thought of it as slimy. He pushed his fingers through her hair, keeping her face planted to his, his kissing more and more aggressive as the minutes ticked by. She wanted an excuse to leave, to get home. For all her bravado, she knew she wasn’t ready.

She pulled away, feigning needing a breath, and was met with his wolfish grin. Wiping the back of her hand across her swollen lips, she gave him a watery smile. He cupped her cheeks, his palms sweaty.

“It’s gettin’ late, Carter…” she hinted.

“It’s only nine. Was gonna have you show me an ice cream shop if you’re up for it?” he said, eyes dancing. She relaxed in his lap, her nerves soothed. Her way out was there in front of her.

“Of course. Pete and Belle’s—”

“God, Maisie, I’m sorry, you’re just so fucking beautiful it’s disorienting.”

His interruption made her blink in shock a few times as a new blush crept up her neck and flooded her cheeks.

“T-thank you,” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, offering him a tiny smile. He ran his hands up and down her sides, grinning. How did this sexy man thinkshewas the beautiful one?

“Never believed in love at first sight until today, Miss Walkup. But I turned around and saw you and knew I had to have you. You’re perfect in every way.”

Maisie melted on the spot at his words. It was everything she’d ever hoped her knight in shining armor would say, but it was somehow even better. He was every girls’ fantasy; kind, a gentleman, funny, smart, handsome as the devil.

“You really think so?” she asked, and she meant it; sure, she had a pretty face, but to be called perfection for the first time in her life, it was somehow more impactful.

“I don’t think so, Iknowso,” he said, and before a smile could even grace her young face, he swallowed it down with his lips on hers. There was an urgency this time, a promise of more to come, a promise that their union would be sealed this very night. His hands roamed her unexplored body, virgin lands to be plundered and conquered.

Before Maisie could think a rational thought, her top was gone, her chest bare, pressed against Carter’s starched dress shirt. He was shifting around a lot, grinding his cock against her shorts, and soon, he was fumbling with the buttons of her pants. She’d never felt a man’s thing before. She’d only seen one briefly in a porn her friends had watched while drunk and giggling at a slumber party. She’d only just figured out how to pleasure herself, but even then she wasn’t too keen to run off and get laid.

“Carter—” she breathed. He ignored her, shimmying her shorts down, her tiny white thong following.

“Wait—”

“Shh, hun, I’ll make you feel good.”

“But, I’ve never—”

The bite of his zipper freed his length, and Maisie’s limbs locked, her eyes flying wide open as he pressed at her tight entrance. He cupped the back of her head, pushing it forward and down until her face rested in the crook of his neck. He worked himself, slow, barely able to fit a centimeter. He grunted often, sounding pissed off as Maisie whimpered, trapped against him. She wanted to feel safe in his arms; he was doing this because he loved her, he wanted her, she was beautiful to him. She curled into his embrace as he pushed in further. She whimpered again, trying to back away from the pain.

“It hurts—”

He smoothed his palm up and down her spine in a show of comfort but still pressed her body tight to his.

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