Page 59 of Black Heart

He wasn’t going to last very long.

“Why?” Marty asked as she writhed beneath him, demanding he do more than just hover over her.

Through clenched teeth, he said, “This isn’t going to be very good.”

He watched as confusion slowly broke through her lust. “Why?” Marty asked in a daze.

Tristan took a deep breath and pulled back slightly. “Because you’re my first,” he admitted as he pushed inside her.

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Marty gaspedas he slid inside of her. He was so large and thick. She felt like she was being torn in half. She couldn’t believe what he’d just said. He was a virgin? She never would have guessed, especially after he’d just given her three rather intense orgasms. At the moment, the burning sensation and feeling like she was being torn to shreds took her mind away from the initial shock.

She dug her fingernails into his back as he pushed in further. He kissed her neck. “You are so tight,” he said, sounding like he was in pain. All she could do was nod, afraid that any real attempt to answer him would turn into screams of pain. Bob had not prepared her for Tristan. Compared to Tristan, Bob was the size of a toothpick.

“Am I hurting you?”

She opened her mouth to lie to him, but instead, a sob broke free. She didn’t want to hurt him. She loved him. No matter how much he pissed her off, she loved him.

Always had and always would.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Tristan said as he moved to pull out of her, but she held him right where he was. It might hurt now, but she knew that it would get better with time…hopefully soon.

“Just give me a minute to get used to you,” Marty whispered as she shifted beneath him. She felt so unbelievably full and he wasn’t even in her all the way. That thought was rather frightening, so she pushed it aside for the moment.

“Let me pull out,” Tristan said, and she could tell from his expression that was the last thing that he wanted to do, but he didn’t want to hurt her.

“Tell me,” Marty pleaded. She needed to hear it, needed to focus on something other than the pain. She assumed using Bob would take away any discomfort of losing her virginity. Boy, had she been wrong.

“I love you, Marty. I always have,” he said confidently. He kissed her then, slowly, passionately, making her body melt beneath his.

Still, he didn’t move.

The burning sensation was almost completely gone now, replaced by pure need, something that her body understood, and her mind welcomed like an old friend. She needed him to move soon or she was going to scream in desperation for the pleasure that she knew was waiting for her. She rolled her hips, forcing him in another inch. He hissed but didn’t move.

After a long moment, he shook his head and moved to pull out. “No, there’s something wrong. I hurt you. I’m sorry, baby. I’m really sorry.”

“Oh, no, you don’t!”

There was no way that she was letting him leave her now. Not when he had her wet and aching.

“Baby-oh, fuck!” Tristan closed his eyes as Marty forced him in the rest of the way by shifting her legs and hips up suddenly in a move that had his dick threatening to explode. She watched as he gasped for air. He licked his lips as he looked down at her. His hips moved slightly, causing them both to groan.

“I…I…” Tristan struggled to get out and she couldn’t help but smile.

Tristan Black, one of the most feared, respected and arrogant men in town, was at a loss for words. No one would ever believe her, not that she planned on sharing this moment with anyone.

“Shh, just move. I feel better,” Marty said soothingly.

He stubbornly shook his head. “No, I hurt you,” Tristan said, gasping. She could tell that this was killing him. It made her love him even more. Any other man would have probably just reassured her that it was okay and proceeded, but not Tristan.

“It’s supposed to happen the first time,” Marty admitted with a shy smile.

“I’m your first?” Tristan asked, swallowing hard as he watched her, searching her gaze for something.

“Yes! Now move!” Marty said, not caring how desperate she sounded. She really needed him to move.

He took her mouth in another hungry kiss as he pulled back out and thrust back in, driving her crazy. He kept his thrusts slow and even. She could feel his entire body tremble with the effort it took to maintain control. She appreciated the sentiment, but she didn’t want control. She wanted Tristan. She wanted to see him snap and release everything he’d been holding back.

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