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“I’ll stop,” he whispers as I feel the tip of him rub against my entrance. “If it hurts or you change your mind,” he stammers. “I’ll stop.”

My hands move to his hips, pulling them closer to me, giving him permission to move. He’s torturously slow as he stretches me, testing the boundary between us. With how tipsy I was I couldn’t detect the pain of being widened by his girth. I lean my head back against the wall as I cling to him, feeling overwhelmed and needing more at the same time. It’s strange to feel him inside of me, but I want more, need more, feel like I might combust if he doesn’t fully sheath himself inside of me.

My breaths are coming out shallow, ragged, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me as his thumb begins to circle my clit again, bringing me immense pleasure as he nearly splits me open. Finally, he’s fully inside of me, his eyes searching mine for any reaction.

I can only nod slightly, though I don’t know what it is I’m agreeing to. I just know I need something more. He pulls out of me slightly, and I’m about to protest when he slams back in, my leg nearly buckling under me. He lifts that one up too,wrapping it around him until he’s the only thing keeping me upright. The most powerful man of Chicago was here with me in an abandoned apartment building, fully committed to making sure I had complete, glorious gratification for my first time. It felt like an otherworldly wet dream that fortunately did not end abruptly.

My hands move to his hair, twisting as I cling for dear life with each thrust of his thick cock. I’m completely putty in his hands, reacting to every hitch in his breath, every groan. I kiss him fervently, swallowing the vibrations of his pleasure.

A familiar sensation grows in the pit of my stomach, and I know that I’m close. It’s so much different than I expected, the orgasm a little more elusive with him inside of me, but I crave each thrust in a way I don’t fully grasp.

“I-I think I’m going to come.” I whimper out.

“Yeah? Do it for me baby. Come for me.”

His arm moves behind me, a barrier between me and the wall as he loses control, his hips moving in wild abandon as his own pleasure overtakes him. At the same time as he fills me with his seed, my own orgasm crashes over me, causing me to clench around him and drain him of everything he has to give.

I cry out as he whispers my name like a prayer. My body goes limp against him, in disbelief of the pleasure it just experienced. I knew I was in trouble now. How could I go on, not yearning for that in my bed every night now?

14

Mateo

I’m floating somewhere in space, my body so spent that I can’t imagine reinhabiting it, trying to move it. But a constant buzzing keeps trying to pull me back to earth, to force me into my tired body, to pry my eyes open. The only bright spot is the warm body pressed against me. Even in my semi-conscious state, I know that waking up means finding Ginny next to me, completely naked and tempting me into another round.

I reluctantly open one eye as the buzzing continues, and I feel her moving away from me. That just won’t do. Blearily, I reach out for her, pulling her tighter against me. She giggles and presses her lips against my forehead.

“I have to go, Mateo,” she whispers, her voice light and happy.

“No,” I groan. “You’re not allowed to leave this bed. That is an order.”

She giggles again, wiggling away from me, and I’m forced to relinquish my grasp on her. Even in my sleepy irritation, I can’tstop the smile that spreads over my face as I remember how we ended up here. There was the impromptu moment in my old apartment as I took her virginity against a goddamn wall. It was wild and animalistic, and not nearly special enough for her first time. I might consider it my greatest conquest though.

But she was desperate for me after, unable to stop touching me even after I’d undone her twice, the second time with just my tongue. We’d rushed to get dressed, to get back to the house so we could have a more proper experience in my bed.

There was no hesitation or shyness the second time. She’d stripped down to her underwear within seconds of me closing my bedroom door, and I quickly followed her lead, moving to the bed where she was on all fours, staring at me with a hunger in her eyes.

She took me in her hands as I got close enough, stroking gently until I was sure I would come in her grip like a prepubescent teenager. I forced my breathing to slow and my mind to focus as she’d taken me into her mouth, expertly unraveling me and swallowing each drop of pleasure I gave her.

She’d been a virgin when the night began, but there was no doubting she was a natural. We made out lazily, letting our hands roam over each other, discover each other while I recovered. She was incredibly patient, and I used the time to find as many spots as I could to drive her wild without bringing her to the point of collapse. By the time I slipped inside of her the second time, she was screaming my name, begging me to fuck her to oblivion. There was a sense of satisfaction of introducing her to a new world of pleasure and getting her addicted to what I could offer.

We passed out sometime in the extremely early hours of the morning wrapped around each other, fully sated and spent.

Now, I hear her moving around my room, cursing softly as she stubs her toe against the bed. There’s a rustling noise, and I can tell she’s getting dressed. I sit up lazily, watching her with some regret as she covers her perfect body.

“It’s my father,” she explains quietly, a hint of reluctance in her voice. “He needs my help.”

“What time is it?” I grumble, too grouchy to deal with Rex’s antics. I’ve never hated him more than I do in this moment.

“It’s two-thirty,” she whispers, humor in her voice. “Go back to sleep.”

I raise an eyebrow, mildly irritated by the interruption but too curious not to ask.

“What does he need help with at two-thirty in the damn morning?” I don’t entirely hide the edge in my voice.

She sighs, slipping her phone back into her bag. “It’s his sleep apnea machine. It’s old and keeps acting up,” she explains, and I can’t help but feel sorry for her. “I usually fix it for him. He’s not the best at taking care of things.”

Everything I know about Rex tells me this is classic behavior. I’m not sure how he’s survived these last few days without Ginny at all. In the back of my mind, part of me is raging to get her away from him forever, to show her what it’s like to be the one being taken care of for once.

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