Page 70 of Keeping The Virgin

“Do what?” he asks, seeming amused as I ravish him.

“What have you been thinking about doing?”

He helps me strip off his shirt, leaving me with a pulse-pounding view of his rocked torso. He’s so cut everywhere, mesmerizing.

I want to show him how much I love him, how I would do anything for him just as he’s done for me. I work at his belt, the button of his waistband, and soon he’s bared from head to toe.

My god, he’s so gorgeous—tanned, smooth, chiseled, tall. And that cock—it’s already primed for me, bobbing and hard.

“Not yet, baby,” he says as he deliberately begins to ease my T-shirt over my head. “You’ll get it soon.”

After he tosses my shirt off the side of the bed, I bite my lip, reading the furious desire in his gaze. Lightness and darkness are fighting for dominance, and he must know that I want both sides of him.

Want it all so damned badly.

I wiggle out of my simple cotton panties as he devours me with his gaze, and when I’m naked, as nervous as the virgin I used to be, I feel more strength than I ever have. I lie back on the bed and lift my arms over my head, reveling in my sensuality, my stimulated breasts. I spread my legs so he can see how my pussy is pumping with heat and wetness, just for him.

Then I languidly roll over, keeping my legs parted.

“Give it to me now,” I whisper.

He knows what I want, and when he caresses my bottom, adoring every one of my curves, I bite my lip, anticipating.

He smacks me, and my clit knots up.

“Oh,” I breathe. “That’s it, Cage. Please…more…”

He taps me harder, and the sting makes my nerve endings flare in a way that gets my sex even hotter and wetter.

“More,” I beg. “More!”

Spank…another spank…and with every playful smack my clit pops, splatters, gets me drenched until I spread my legs even wider, inviting him in.

Time seems to speed up as I hear his breathing quicken. I feel as if things are going to happen at light speed now, and I’ve missed him so damned much that all I want is for him to be inside me. We’ll have days and weeks, months and years to slow it down, but for right now, I want it hard and fast.

As if he senses that, he lies on the bed and expertly brings me on my side so that he’s spooning me, his hard cock nestled against my bottom. Then he lifts up my leg and rests it back on his own and, in the next sharp breath, he enters my pussy with one smooth, groaning thrust.

I gasp, the sensation of his cock impaling me so intimate that my skin flushes mightily. I cling to the arm he has wrapped over me and bury my face into the damp crook of the one he has resting underneath my head. He slowly begins to pump into me, moving my entire body with his as if we’re one.

Every stroke goes faster until he’s hitting that special spot inside me that infuses my thumping blood with excitement. Sensual pressure expands in my belly until I’m mewling, getting louder with every hit, my body pounding and knocking.

Then, with a jarring, cataclysmic blast, I come, calling his name, hearing it ricochet off the walls until it bounces back to me, blasting into me yet again. He keeps hammering me with his cock, pulse after pulse, and when he climaxes it’s with a force that rocks me harder than ever.

Fire, flames, sun falling out of the sky to crash and burn and flow all over me with liquid heat until I’m sated.

I’m his.

He’s mine.

His skin sticks to my own sweaty flesh as he keeps holding me, his arm still draped over me and bringing me back against him, his face against my neck. We’re bound together like this now, and not just emotionally.

Our bodies, our souls.

He’s still inside me, and he whispers harshly in my ear.

“Squeeze your pussy for me, baby.”

I do as he asks, tightening my vaginal muscles, and he comes once again with a primal growl, then relaxes.

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