Page 37 of One Spicy Summer

An eighteen-year-old virgin, saving himself for his best friend's little sister.

Of all the girls I could’ve had… Of all the times I could’ve given it away… It had to be her.

I was a jealous bastard long before I even realized what she meant to me. Didn’t want any other guy looking at her. Didn’t want her smiling at anyone but me.

Girls have tried. God, have they tried. I’m not blind, I know I’m one of the hottest guys in Cedar Creek.

But none of them were Presley.No one ever came close.

The brown beauty currently wiggling beneath me, breaking my focus every damn second with howgoodshe feels.

"Ry?" she whispers, voice small and shaking.

"Shh, it’s almost over, and then it’s gonna feel amazing," I promise, inching in deeper. "Do you trust me, Princess?"

I hold my breath waiting for her answer.

"Yes," she whispers. "I trust you with my life."

Fuck.She just destroyed me with those words.

"I’m glad you do," I rasp, bracing myself as I push past her last defenses.

"Rygaard!" she cries, burying her face in my neck and biting down hard.

Iwelcomethe sting, use it to anchor myself as I start to move.

"Focus on that, Princess," I tell her, praying I don’t fuck this up. "I’ll find us a rhythm." Truth be told, I haveno fucking cluewhat I’m doing.Everything I thought I knew from porn? Out the damn window. This isn’t just sex.This isPresley.

And she deserves everything real and raw andbetterthan anything I could fake. Her lips graze the crook of my neck, hot and trembling against my skin. "Ry?" she squeaks.

"Yeah?"

"Are you gonna move?"

I blink down at her, realizing I’d frozen mid-thrust, terrified to fuck this up.

What’s a guy to do?

Give my girl what she wants, that’s what. Slowly, I start to move, gentle at first, stroking her from the inside out. Her soft moans hit my ears like a fucking symphony. Yeah. She’s feeling it now.

"How’s that feel?" I murmur, circling my hands around her waist, pulling her down onto me as I push up into her.

Her eyes flutter closed, a sweet little gasp escaping her lips. "It feels... better than before."

God, I knew it.Instead of telling her, I just smile, loving her with my body, loving every inch of her.

Presley is everything. Smart. Funny. Beautiful. The most beautiful girl in our school.

Golden brown skin like a perfect fall day, hair like dark chocolate silk, that juicy ass I can never stop staring at, all of it,mine.

Off limits?

Yeah, right.

She’s mine, and nothing else matters.

"You feel even better than I dreamed, Princess," I groan, feeling myself lose control.

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