Page 12 of Taking The Virgin

“That’s right.” He sounds choked as I keep slathering him, being the dirty girl he wants me to be. “Think about what it’s going to be like as I fuck you with this. Are you ready forit?”

“Yes.”

He laughs, and even though he’s still in control, I can tell he’s about to lose it. He only proves it when he lays me on the bed, bracing his hands on either side ofme.

For a suspended, hot moment, he looks down at me, caging me with his arms. The veins in his neck stand out, livid and bulging, and I’m gripping his arms in utter fear and anticipation. My pussy throbs, ready. So ready.

I suck in a breath when he shifts his weight, but then I realize that he’s not plunging into meyet.

“Quiet, Red,” he whispers.

Then, as if he actually does care, he gently prods my legs apart with one hand, lowering himself to a forearm. I feel his cock nudging my thigh, and I grip the bed sheet.

“Please,” I say in a soft voice.

Something changes in his eyes yet again, but before I can connect to it, I feel his tip coming into me, spreading my slippery opening apart.

I suck air in between my teeth, and he stops. Then I clench hisarm.

Please.

He slides in farther, and it’s as if he’s breaking me wide open. I turn my face away, but there’s a sweet buzz in me, a sign that the burning discomfort might not last for toolong.

As he begins to stroke in and out of me slowly, it’s as if he’s soothing me. And, god, it’s true—with every passing moment, my tightness pains me a littleless.

I press my fingers into his arm again, asking formore.

His rhythm grows fuller, faster, and I after I get used to it, I find myself moving with every one of his strokes. I close my eyes in expanding rapture, the world on the backs of my eyelids seeming to melt into a rainbow of colors. Then those colors begin to bubble, boil, faster, faster, harder. Then just as I think I can’t take it anymore, a splash of heat hits me, bending itself into vivid stripes that flash and flareand—

With a violent splatter, I come, crying out then opening my eyes as Owen pounds into me with his cock. He’s still got that hint of animal hunger in his eyes, and his ferocious nature consumes me. I can see he’s on the edge, but something changes within him just as I think he’s about to spill intome.

“Fuck,” he grits, pulling out ofme.

With a bestial groan, he spurts cum onto my belly, sticky and warm and wonderful. Then, with a guttural curse, he pulls me against him, kissing me passionately and taking away every last breath I have. As he ravishes me, I succumb in every way, fading intohim.

My firstman.

The one who’s somehow managed to steel a piece of my broken little heart before we even know each other.

I wish the kiss would last forever, but he eventually ends it, his mouth still on mine, my lips humming with heat. Surely something else is coming next—something incredible and mind blowing…

I look into his eyes, the emotion I’m feeling written across my face, when suddenly he stills and tensesup.

That’s when I realize I’ve done something wrong.

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