Page 10 of Finding Hope

Nodding, she squeezes her eyes closed. “Mmhmm.”

I explore her wet flesh, tease her folds, slide against the smooth skin, but I stop before breaching and moving inside. I may be an asshole, but I’m an asshole withsomemorals. I need permission.

I love women. I respect women. And I’m notactuallya pig, I just like to pretend. It’s easier than letting people get too close.

The more people you love, the more funerals you have to go to.

“Hey.” I wait until her beautiful eyes meet mine. “We’re good?”

Silently, she nods and pulls me lower.

“You’re twenty-one?”

“Uh-huh.” She presses her tits against my chest as her hips chase my hand. “I’m twenty-three. We’re good, I promise.”

Good enough.

Inserting my middle finger and pushing in deep, I imagine the tightness pressing in around my dick instead of just my finger.

Idefinitelychose the better girl to spend my night with.

Groaning, she moves her hips to the same tune she was just dancing to, riding my hand as her breath races and her small body falls heavily against mine.

Her right leg, the only leg holding her weight, trembles.

Pulling my hand out of her panties and grinning at her strangled cry of frustration, I lift her against the door so her legs wrap around my waist and my hips hold her up.

See. Iama gentleman.

Pushing two fingers in deep, she lets out a beautiful, almost painful squeak, but her tongue dives back into my mouth and her legs squeeze tighter around me. Her pleasure drips between us, flooding my palm and slicking my hands with her responsive warmth.

“You ready?”

“Yeah.” Breathing out on a fast pant, her hands knead my shoulders and her lips cruise my jaw. Nibbling along my neck, she bites down and draws a hiss when my skin stings.

Her mouth is like magic.

Reaching around to my back pocket and taking a condom from my wallet, I drop the wallet to the floor and tear the foil open with my teeth.

Smiling playfully, her light blue eyes pierce, despite the charcoal makeup smudged all over them. Lifting her chest off mine and resting her back against the door to give me space, she allows me to prop her with my thighs and maneuver my zipper down.

Pulling my dick out and sliding the condom down, she lets out a deep, gravelly half laugh, half moan. “That’s a good looking dick.”

Flashing a smug smile, my eyes come up to meet hers. “Yeah, it is.”

Carefully lining myself up, I savor the heat emanating from her core, and with one smooth move, I slide in and almost collapse with pleasure at how tight she is.

Her legs, seizing around me, squeeze and tighten – but it’s not the good kind. Her breath escapes on a pained exhalation, and her face presses into the space between my shoulder and neck. “Shit! Fuck.”

She’s so fucking tight, my balls draw up and threaten to explode on the one and only thrust.

I might not be insecure, but damn, I don’t ever plan to finish on one thrust. That’d kill the confidence I’ve spent two and a half decades building.

“I’m sorry.” My hips still. My entire body stills. “Are you okay?”

Breathing in long, deep inhalations, she works through the pain. “Yeah. Just give me a sec. That hurt.”

Fuck.

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