Page 49 of I Should Hate You-but I Don't

"Changing your mind?" He opened the package.

She swallowed. "Never."

He stepped over to the couch and sat, holding his hand out to urge her to come forward. "Straddle my legs, sweetheart."

She took off her panties and spread her legs, sitting on his thighs. He took her hands and put them on his cock.

He swept her hair back and gazed into her eyes. "There's nothing to be scared of."

"I'm not." But she was.

All the mystery behind her virginity and how one wouldtake it awaywas a mystery to her. She knew what sex was and even some sexual positions. Google was her best friend.

But how it would feel and if it would hurt were something she'd find out soon.

She wrapped her fingers around him, unsure how he liked to be touched. She couldn't even touch her thumb and middle finger together, so she wrapped both hands around him. His cock was more than two fists high.

But it wasn't his size that she marveled at.

It was the softness. His skin, stretched smooth over his hardness, was the softest thing she'd ever felt. And warm. His body temperature ran hotter than hers.

Her pussy spasmed. Thinking about putting that warmth inside of her sounded so good.

He put his hand under her, using his finger to sweep through the wetness between her legs. Then, he coated the tip of his cock with her juice. She moved her hands away, liking it when he touched himself.

"You're wet." He dipped his finger again, touched it to his mouth, and tasted her. "I want you to put my cock in you."

"Me?" She grabbed his leather vest.

He tipped her chin, making her look at him. "It'll hurt less that way."

She inhaled swiftly, gathering courage, and got up on her knees. Zane placed the head of his cock at the entrance to herpussy. A jolt of pleasure swirled through her lower stomach at the pressure between her legs.

"Relax." He held on to her hips. "Then, move when you're ready."

She pushed down on him, feeling the tip of him slide inside her, and stopped. He was big, and she doubted he'd fit.

His fingers massaged her hips. "Don't think."

"Was it like this the first time you had sex?" She glanced at him. "I guess it doesn't hurt you."

"No, it doesn't hurt." He spit into his hand and grabbed his cock, using his spit to ease the way. "You can sit there the rest of the night, talking yourself into taking my cock, and it won't make the discomfort any less. Or, I can do it for you and make the discomfort disappear."

She blew out her breath. "Maybe you should—"

He wrapped his arm around her and had her flat on her back on the couch before she could finish her sentence. Then, he moved between her legs and put his mouth on her pussy.

The heat of his wet tongue caressing her folds relaxed her legs. She widened her knees, making room for him.

His mouth was harmless. She let herself get caught up in the sensations. Soon, she surprised herself. Her fingers clawed his hair, holding him against her. There was no embarrassment or shyness about what they were doing because it felt so good.

Zane put his finger inside her pussy, moving it slowly back and forth. The way he touched her had her hips moving with the rhythm of his finger. He circled his tongue on her clit and moaned.

Her orgasm grew and erupted, catching her unaware. She involuntarily squeezed her thighs together, cupping his head, and rode each jolt of pleasure as it coursed through her body.

As she regained control of her body, her hands slid off his head.

Zane moved up her body and placed his cock between her legs. She met his eyes and nodded, spent but wanting him inside of her, she wasn't as tense. In fact, she was loose and relaxed.

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