Page 36 of Sweet Virgin

I felt my balls pull up into my gut, the tingles growing and sparking in my veins. My cock was in charge, stealing her all over again.

“Yes! Yes!,” she yelled as she stretched her hands into her hair and yanked on her roots.

Her thighs started to shake, trembling around my hips. Allie's teeth bit down on her lip, tugging it in as she screamed with pleasure.

That was it, that was all I needed. Knowing I was sending her over the edge, feeling her muscles tense and jerk as the orgasm floated through her body and reached her brain was enough to make me explode.

My cock pulsed, throbbing as I came deep inside her. Pump after pump of my cream filled her, spilling out around the edge of my shaft as my toes curled into the wood floor.

Sweat was pouring down my neck, trickling over my back and chest as I leaned over her stomach and breathed heavily. “Holy shit, Allie.” Taking in long deep inhales, I stayed still, trying to slow my heart down.

“I know, I know, wow.” Her arms went limp, falling over either side of the desk as her legs loosened and dropped down. “I don't even have the words for that.”

“Twirling a finger around her belly button, I kissed her soft skin. “I probably should've asked you before, but. . .” Lifting my head, I eyed her curiously. “Are you on birth control?”

I don't care either way.

Honestly, it didn't matter to me. I knew what I wanted, but that was just me. It was stupid not to ask her before, it was irresponsible to think she wouldn't care if I got her pregnant. I had been so headstrong on making her mine that her age had escaped me.

I was almost twenty-eight, she was only nineteen. There was enough of a difference in years to make our thoughts worlds apart. Allie had a whole life ahead of her, I was ready to settle down and start a new one.

An intoxicating smile filled her face as she ran her fingers through my hair, staring at me with those huge green eyes. Nodding yes, she started to speak. “I am, but not for the reason—” Her phone pinged again, shifting her attention away. “What the hell, who's messaging me?”

“Why don't you go check.” I wanted to know her answer, I wanted to learn something about her. I wanted to know what she felt about me, about us. She had said so little that not knowing anything was killing me inside.

But, I would wait for her to be ready to tell me the big details. I just wanted to know what she thought about the idea of having unprotected sex. . .Twice.

If I had thought we were going to have sex last night, I would have asked sooner. Allie surprised me, I was thrown off kilter, tossed into the pitfalls of lust-filled temptation.

I didn't have time to think about wrapping it, and honestly—I don't know if it would have mattered. Mute had been turned on in my brain and my cock had stolen the show.

“No, it's fine, probably no one—”

Cutting her off, I stood up so she could move. “Go, see who's trying to get in touch with you, maybe it's important.”

Rolling her eyes, she laughed out loud. “I doubt that.” Walking to her purse, her hips swayed erotically, sending the blood back down to my member. Shuffling through her bag, she bent over and dug around.

My eyes were drawn to her ass, the sweet supple cheeks—now tinted red—were shifting side to side as she dug around inside her bag. The tingle in my stomach kept growing, thickening my cock as I stared at her.

I was tempted to step up behind her and slip my finger in her pussy while I slid my cock up and down between her ass. It would be a new experience for her, a new position, a new sensation.

But as I watched her tug out the phone and glare at it, her entire expression changed. Her face fell, losing all its luster. Her skin turned ghostly white, eyes popping open.

“Everything alright?” I asked, stepping up behind her.

Her body went rigid as she slammed the phone back into her purse and whipped her body around. “I'm sorry, I need to go.”

“Wait, what? What's wrong?” Reaching for her arm, she jolted backwards.

What the hell?

What's wrong with her?”

Her eyes darted around, scanning the room, and moving to the windows. She wouldn't look me in the eyes, instead turning to the floor and scooping up her clothes. “I've. . . I've just got to go.”

“Can you tell me what's going on? What the hell is wrong, Allie?”

Throwing on her shirt and shorts, she flung her bag around her shoulder and slipped her feet into her shoes. “It's just. . .” Tapping her chin, her phone pinged again. Dropping her eyes to her bag, her back snapped straight. “I'm sorry, I just have to go.”

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