Page 64 of Renegade

Her pants grew louder so I slowly pushed my middle finger inside of her, while still maintaining rhythm with my tongue. While she initially fought the intrusion, within a few seconds she was writhing against my face.

I wanted nothing more than to feel her wrapped around me. So, I brushed the evidence of her orgasm off of my face with the back of my hand and sat back up. I moved slowly, pressing the head of my dick against her pussy. “Darlin’, are you sure?”

She whispered, “Please…” so, I pushed in a couple of inches, letting her adjust to my size. I stopped once I hit her barrier and dropped down onto my forearms. “Ready?”

She nodded with wide fearful eyes even as her body began to inch up on the bed away from me in retreat. I felt like a prick. Her first time should’ve been with someone who wasn’t me.

I pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “It may hurt, but I’ll go slow.” That earned me another nervous nod.

Then I realized that if I went slowly, I was going to hurt her a lot more. At the same time, I couldn’t tell her I was going to be quick. I pulled back until I was almost out before thrusting in roughly and breaking through her hymen.

I’d done it.

I’d just deflowered a virgin.

God, I bet my mom would be so proud.

She cried out and dug her nails into my shoulders and I paused, kissing her again. I’d pictured her countless times, spread out before me just like this, but my imagination was nothing compared to the real thing. While giving her body a chance to adjust to me, my hands roamed freely down her arms and across to her tits. “You feel so fucking amazing,” I whispered and those green eyes tilted up to meet mine.

She did too. The tightness gripped my dick, pulling me in deeper. Within a few seconds, her body began involuntarily rocking against me and we fell into a rhythm of sorts.

Knowing how awkward my first time had been, I felt like I had this standard to meet with her. It had suddenly become my job to ensure that Lauren experienced an orgasm during her first time. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist before I backed her up against the wall.

The position gave me better control. At this angle, my dick was thrusting right up against her front wall and I knew within a couple of seconds that I was hitting her G-spot. Her body went stiff and her mouth fell open, but no sound came out.

Gripping her ass tightly in my hands, I forced myself deeper. Lauren grew louder again, so I moved faster to keep up. My balls tightened and I groaned. The heels of her feet stroked my lower back, encouraging me to join her.

My thrusts became quicker and shallower as she raked her nails down my back and cried out something unintelligible, milking my cock for all it was worth. I thrust once more and then joined her in a freefall.

My face was numb.

I didn’t think it was possible, but I’d just had the best sex of my life with a virgin. I led us back to the bed and settled her in against the pillows before disposing of the condom.

Then I did something else unexpected—I climbed in next to her and pulled her to my chest before whispering, “Stay the night?”

Lauren nodded sleepily and nestled in closer.

I dozed briefly, but woke while it was still dark, rock hard and ready for her again. We were still spooning, so I just slid down the bed a bit and lifted her leg before sliding back into her still damp folds. She awoke with a loud moan and I realized that she was probably sore as hell and not in the mood for more sex. That thought changed when she began stroking herself while whispering, “Harder.”

What was it about this woman that made her feel like home to me?

When did I start thinking like a greeting card?

When would the wanting her go away?

I was so beyond fucked that I needed a new word to describe it. One night wasn’t going to be enough and now that I knew that no one else had ever been inside of her, I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to share.

Lauren

The next morning…

I rolled over and tried to settle in against the pillow when I realized it didn’t feel like mine. I opened my eyes and surveyed the unfamiliar room before remembering that I was at Mike’s.

I’d done it.

I’d lost my virginity.

I probably should’ve done something about it when I was a teen, but I’d been a little busy trying to stay fed and clothed while Monica was off on a bender. By the time I got to college, I was so hellbent on proving to Josué and Isaac that I wasn’t going to turn out like Monica that I’d all but chained myself to the desk in my dorm room. After college, I’d been focused on finding a career and by then my virginity suddenly meant a lot more to me. I’d wanted it to mean something when I lost it.

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