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“I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re wondering, Little Lyla, but I’m not a manwhore either. I don’t bring women to my apartment. You’re the first one.”

Her eyes were wide again. He loved shocking her. “Oh.”

He braced his hands on either side of her and lowered his face closer to hers. “You’re not a conquest, Lyla. You mean something to me. I hope you know that.”

She nodded slowly. “Okay.”

Rising back to standing, he stroked his cock from base to tip while he tore the foil packet open with his teeth. “How many markers am I?”

She swallowed. “At least three, Daddy.”

He grinned.

“It’s going to hurt. I know that. I’ve heard other girls talking about it. It’s okay, you know. I’ll be fine.”

He rolled the condom on and cupped her face. “You’re right. It will burn for a minute, but you’ll adjust around me, and then it will feel so good.”

She licked her lips. “You won’t be disappointed if it doesn’t, though, right? I mean other girls talk like it’s a chore they don’t really care for. They do it for their boyfriends.”

He couldn’t keep from smirking. “That’s not going to happen. I’ll never do anything to you that you don’t thoroughly enjoy, Baby girl. I don’t even like the idea of hurting you with my cock this first time, but it’s part of nature. I can’t help it. I promise you’re not going to be disappointed. Those girls you hear talking are having sex with greedy boys who don’t care about them. They only care about themselves and getting their rocks off. You mean far more to me than that.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

He knew she had her doubts, but all he could do was prove himself. And he fully intended to.

CHAPTER

SEVEN

Lyla was trembling as she stared at Rock’s hard body and his enormous erection. No wonder girls spoke of sex with a grimace. He was crazy if he thought she was going to enjoy having that put inside her, but it had to happen at some point, and she wanted it to be him.

Her body was limp from the amazing orgasm he’d given her. It had blown the doors off every other orgasm she’d given herself. By a longshot.

“Can I have my hands, Daddy? I want to be able to touch you.”

He reached above her and tugged the shirt free. “There. Are you going to leave marks on my back that will cause all the guys at the club to make fun of me if I take my shirt off?”

“Maybe?” She shrugged. She’d dreamed of making marks on him with her fingernails. “Will you be mad?”

“Fuck no. Never. I’ll wear them with pride.” He tucked his hands under her arms and dragged her to the center of the bed so he could climb up with her and nestle between her legs.

She grabbed his shoulders and held her breath, thinking he would thrust into her now.

But he didn’t. Instead, he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her like he had earlier, like he was dying of thirst and she was his tall glass of water. By the time he broke free, his erection was lodged at her entrance.

“You can still say no, Little Lyla.”

She shook her head. “Do it, Daddy. Show me.”

He clearly gritted his teeth as he eased partway into her.

Fuck. He was so big. Too big. She gripped his shoulders firmly, trying not to react.

Rock pulled almost out before entering again, slightly deeper.

Her lip quivered uncontrollably. “Daddy?”

He froze. “Want me to stop, Baby girl?” His voice was strained.

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