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“Aww, Little Nun. Your pussy is made to stretch. There’s no way in fuck I’m not getting it inside you.”

“You had surgery,” I remind him.

“And it hurts like fuck, but I need this more than the pain meds. I don’t think you get it. I thrive on the fucking pain, Ash. Give me all the pain.” I nod my head as Tristan spreads my legs and climbs in between them. I don’t know what to do so I just lie here.

Chapter 13

Tristan

Insane. That’s what I feel looking down at her fucking wet pussy waiting for me. Crazy. Worse than I’d ever felt before. And it’s all because of her. I’m insane, and I blame her for partly. After this, after I’m inside her, I know that I’m never going to be the same, and I’m kissing her neck, debating whether I should do it.

The Doc would say no. Stay the hell away from that girl but how the hell can I?

“Will it hurt?”

“I’m bigger than most guys, Ash. It’s going to hurt, and sadly, I’m going to love every second of hurting you.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s what I do. I thrive on pain. Mine or others.” She nods her head as I grab my cock and position it at her entrance. I debate going slow, letting her adjust, or just fucking her hard. Both options war in my head, but only one wins.

I thrust roughly into her, and she screams for me. Her hands come up, her nails digging into my back, and I savor every second of the burn as she breaks my skin.

“That’s it, Ash. Fucking mark me,” I growl as I pull back just to drive into her once again. I keep going, needing her like I’ve never needed anything in my life. I don’t know if it’s just a phase, but something in my head says it’s not.

It says that this is more, that I fucking need her more than I would if it was just a phase.

I roll my hips, fucking her long and hard, and she keeps crying out for more. My Little Nun is now tainted and defiled because of me. Not that she wasn’t already because I did do other things to her but this? This just solidifies what I’ve been wanting to do to her.

My hips buck, fucking her like I’m a starved man, and for her, I am. This is everything I thought it would be and more.

“Fuck, Ash. This is too good,” I growl as I keep going. There’s no stopping me right now, but then her phone rings. I glance over as I slow down and see it’s Ben and smirk.

“Answer it,” I tell her. She shakes her head. “I said, answer it.” It’s an order this time. I grab the phone and pass it to her, keeping a slow pace as she presses the button.

“Hello?” I keep fucking her while she’s on the phone with her soon to be ex boyfriend. I keep going because there’s no way I can stop myself now that I’m inside her. I lean down and bite her shoulder once more, marking me as my own.

“I’m … I’m fine.” I hear the one-sided conversation before I start to pick up my pace. Ash can’t handle it and hangs up the phone. Ben calls right back, but her hands are gripping my forearms as I take her faster.

“You’re a bad Little Nun. You know that? You like having my cock deep inside of you, don’t you? You like the feel of me in you. How’d you like talking to your ex while I’m ruining this pussy?” She’s gasping for air, moaning like crazy, and I still can’t get enough.

A few more rough thrusts into her, and I feel her body tense.

“Tristan!” She calls out for me.

“You’re going to come, baby. That’s it. Keep fucking doing that,” I tell her until her whole body begins to tremble and she releases. I follow behind her, coming like a crazed man inside her. My cock jerks, releasing everything that’s been pent up inside me from being around her.

When I’m done, I pull out and drop next to her.

“Am I bleeding?” she asks, looking down at my condom-covered cock. I glance down and grin.

“Yeah, you are. For me, Ash. You’re fucking bleeding for me.”

“I need to clean this up.”

“No. Leave it alone. We’ll shower later.”

“Isn’t that gross?”

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