Page 8 of Taking The Virgin

Our kiss is wet, wild, unstoppable, and as I grapple with his shirt, I feel the hard muscles underneath—streamlined, smooth, all man. All mine for this moment…

As I make a small sound of need against his mouth, he growls, lightly pulling me back by the hair so I’m looking up into his dark eyes. I see how far gone he is, how he’s lost his grip on his steely control, and my clit responds with a twisting pain that has me hot and drenched forhim.

“We’re going to see just how dirty you are,” he grits.

My clit pounds along with my raging heartbeat.

“Pull up your nightie,” he whispers, his breath hot against myface.

I can feel how my juices have already bathed my thighs, and as I reach down to inch up my chemise, wicked fear takes me over. This is the first time a man has seen all of me, and I never would’ve thought one would see me like this. I followed Owen’s pre-meeting instructions by using some of my cash advance from Highest Bidder to get myself waxed, and I’m neat and prim down there forhim.

That is, except for my excited creaming. Except for the clear proof of how much I’ve been looking forward to him cominghome.

As I expose my pussy to him, his gaze goes completely unfocused. I don’t know what comes next—all I know is that I’m melting for him, stimulated by how much bigger and more powerful he is than I am, a giant with rock-hard muscles, a domineering animal who has me gasping for my next breath.

He takes his time reaching down between my legs, and when he smooths his finger over the landing strip of my pubic hair, I wince with sharp yearning.

“You followed my directions,” he says. “That’s a good start to the night.”

He slides his finger between my folds, and I arch in a burst of ecstasy, biting down on my lip so hard that it stings.

“Sopping wet,” he whispers. Then he presses his mouth to my ear. “Dirty and sloppy for me. Fuck, Red, that’s an even better start.”

Red.

I think that’s what he’s going to call me tonight as he breaks me down with every stroke. Red for my hair. Red for my burning hunger. Red for the hot blood that’s beating forhim.

I can hear just how turned on I am as he smears my cream around my pussy, making my hips impulsively respond in gyrating need. He circles his thumb around my clit, then presses it, making me rock against him. A ruthless laugh chops out of him just before he removes his hand and tugs me down to the mattress with him, his back to the bed as I straddle his belly. I feel his hard muscles beneath my pussy, and I clench so hard inside that a surge of electricity nearly tears me apart. I shut my eyes and cry out softly.

When I open my eyes to look down at him, he’s got the brutal hint of a smile on his face, but his eyes are still foggy withlust.

He knows that I’m on my way to exploding for him, and I’ve never done that for anyone before.

“Unbutton my shirt,” hesays.

Like a starving creature that’s just asking to be ravaged by a predator, I do what he says, fumbling with his buttons then spreading his shirt apart to reveal his ridged abs, his firm pecs—the stone-cold body of a cruel god. I can’t wait to hear him say dirty things again, can’t wait for him to take me in every way, even as my belly clenches in fear about whether I am truly ready for this experience.

The conflicting emotions battle for supremacy within mymind.

Fear and desire, making a heady cocktail that’s got me drunk and halfway delirious.

“Slide up me with your pussy,” he says roughly. “Get your wet cunt all overme.”

Rocked by his command, I tentatively slip up him, spreading my cream over his belly. My clit sings with the friction, and as he takes me by the hips and guides me to slide up and down his skin harder, faster, the more delight builds inme.

I slip, I slide, and the heat rises, picks up speed, pumps and burns and screams until it suddenly blasts throughme.

I haul in a seemingly endless, shattering breath. As I break apart little by little, it feels as if I’m shimmering inside, destroyed in a small way, hot and cold and satiated allover.

I just came, and he likes it. The feral glow in his eyes tells meso.

“That’s your first one,” he says, his grip on my hips tightening as he urges me to rub against his skin some more. “Get me real dirty, Red. Come like that again, because I like to watch your face as you doit.”

As I rub against him, painting his flesh with the juices of my pussy, he reaches between my legs and works my clit with his thumb. More pressure builds on top of the first orgasm as I undulate over him. My mind starts to go blank as I pick up the speed again, rubbing, reveling in the pressure of his thumb on my clit, ferocious strokes that only grow faster and faster—

I approach another edge, and he pulls me forward until I find myself straddling his face. Stunned and heated, I collapse, bracing my hands on the low, padded headboard. His fingers dig into my hips, and he bares his teeth right before he brings my sex to his mouth.

At the feel of him against my most private spot, another flare of desire cracks through me, and my sight goes completely black. Pale slashes rip through my brain, then flash down through the rest of my body as he works me with his mouth, his tongue, laving me, kissing me with growling pleasure. He sucks on my clit, teases my opening with his tongue, brings me to another peak that just keeps rising and rising…

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