Page 83 of The Masks We Wear

He hisses when my cold hand wraps around it, smiling into my mouth. It’s wide as hell, and for a second, I wonder if it will hurt. Besides some fingers, nothing else has been inside me.

Shit. Am I supposed to tell him...

No. Well, maybe, I should.

But what if he stops?

“Where’s your head? Come back to me.” His throaty whisper travels right to my core, turning my thoughts into incoherent whimpers.

He kisses my chin. Once. Twice, and then descends to the column on my throat, taking care to be as soft as possible. My pulse throbs under his tongue until it moves down, sliding between the valley of my breast and down to my navel.

I keep my eyes on him as I take his dick and drag it through my soaked folds, crumbling when he growls below me.

“Lily,” he hisses through clenched teeth, moving back up to nip at my bottom lip.

Whether it’s a warning or challenge, I’m not quite sure, but I’m ready to find out. Lining him up with my entrance, his beautiful eyes snap to mine, dark, hooded, needy. His eyelashes flutter, and a shiver shakes through him as I tilt up, pushing the tip of his head inside.

“Fucking hell.” Spencer slides in more, digging his hands in my ass. My eyes flare, a little pain spiked with immense pleasure as I stretch around him to accommodate his width.

Then, out of nowhere, he pulls out. Chocolate eyes flitting back and forth, brows furrowed with what looks like rage. My body mourns the quick loss of him, and I automatically reach out, pulling him back to touch me.

He sucks in a quick breath, his throat bobbing from his harsh swallow. “Lily. Have you had sex before?”

I groan, tilting my pussy up, so it rubs against him. “Why does it matter?”

His eyes disappear, rolling in the back of his head as he feels me. His words are strained, and it’s easy to see he’s holding on by the thinnest of threads. “Please, just answer me. Have you?”

“If you promise, you won’t stop,” I clip, wrapping my hand around him again. He’s somehow harder now, and it’s pulsing under my fingertips.

He nods.

So I answer.

“No.”

THIRTY FIVE

She’s a fuckingvirgin?

I literally turn off my brain, refusing to let my thoughts run away and take me out of this moment. Instead, I lean against her, propping myself on my elbows. “Are you sure?”

She grunts, her face tensing as if she’s the most annoyed person in the world. But then she narrows her eyes, and I know if looks could kill, I’d be a fucking goner. “If you don’t put it back in, I will.”

And she means it. She bucks her hips, and my head slips inside, the slickness of her cunt letting it glide right in.

“Okay, but slow.”

She grits her teeth but nods, nonetheless.

I push back in, and much to my agony, slow, reveling at the way her tight channel squeezes around me, pulling me in further. She’s nothing but wet, coiled muscles, and her moans into my biceps are almost my fucking undoing. I want to ask her if it hurts, but she answers the unasked question, jerking her hips back and meeting my next thrust.

Fuck.She feels so fucking good.

She buries her teeth into my arm, reaching to pull me closer. “More.”

I want to take it slow, cherish her for giving me something so fucking important, but she backs away again and shoves herself up, taking my dick all the way to the hilt.

Fuuuuuuckkk.

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