Page 46 of Beg Me Angel

Chapter Twelve

Pax

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Iwas trying to be slow and gentle, digging down deep to grasp what little control I had inside. There wasn't much, but enough for me to grab with both hands and hold on tight.

She looked so delicate, so breakable. I didn't want to break her, not yet. I knew how important the first time was for a young woman, it meant the world to have it be perfect.

This is far from perfect.

Sex wasn't always about flowers and love notes. Sex was dirty, it was gritty, spilling down deep into the darkest side of a man's personality.

And I was a man who took, I stole the air out of your lungs and the kindness you thought you had. But with her it felt different, with Vera . . . Iwantedto give.

This one is for her, not you.

No matter how badly I wanted to wrap her hair around my hand and pull, no matter how difficult it would be to not bite down on her tender skin and leave my mark, I had to let her lead.

Especially if I wanted her to stay.

Fuck, I'm never letting her go.

Slipping free of my pants, my cock was forcefully pressing against my briefs. The tip was outlined as I stood at full attention, my balls tight and tucked against my body.

I hadn't been with a woman in years, too many years. If I wasn't careful, if I didn't try to diffuse some of the tension by using my fucking brain, there was a chance I might explode before ever getting inside her.

No. You'd look pathetic.

Blowing my load before I even began was not an option. Taking a few deep breaths, I focused on her and her body, the way her legs slipped together, the gentle tremble in her muscles as she laid below me, waiting nervously for that first taste.

A gentle gasp hit her lips as my cock reached for her, pulsing and throbbing to be inside her. Her eyes widened as I slowly pulled out my dick, holding it tightly around the base.

I loved her reaction, the way she lit with a mix of excitement and fear at how thick my length was. There was no doubt that the nerves she had pushed away had flooded back in, stealing away the air in her lungs.

Only this time they weren't going to leave until after I entered her pussy. She could try all she wanted to regain some control, to talk herself out of the unknown and fear of the pain. But I could see it all over her face, it was lit up like a damn billboard at night.

Her eyes grew wide as saucers, flittering over my engorged crown. Parting her lips, her tongue danced over her bottom lip, tasting the air. Goosebumps spotted her arms, flowing over her body in a cascade of ripples.

Holding my cock, I stroked it with long hard pulls, edging it closer. I watched her muscles tense, arms locking straight as she shifted on the bed.

Vera was scared of how it would feel, she was worried about how much it was going to hurt when I slid inside her. And I couldn't expect her to not be worried about that. The first time was the scariest for anyone, guys were no exception.

Any man that says he had the confidence of a porno star his first time is a lying sack of shit.

We had the same anxiety about having sex. I remembered my first time and how worried I was that the girl would think my dick was small or that I wasn't going to do it right. It definitely sent the whole stage fright scenario into hyper-drive.

That first time wasn't as exciting as I had wanted it to be. My anxiety was running rampant, my heart raced a million miles a minute. I remembered sweating profusely before I even began. It was horrible.

But that was so long ago, a forgotten memory until right then. Now, now I was well aware of what to do and how to touch a woman. I knew where to place my hands and how to stroke her body so she would melt.

It might have been years since I had slept with anyone, but all that knowledge was still right there on the front of my brain. That was one thing I would never forget.

Stroking my shaft, I squeezed the crown and smoothly glided my hand back down. “I know what you're wondering and the answer is yes. Yes, it's going to hurt, but only for a little bit, it won't last, I promise.” Cupping her knees, I butterflied her thighs wide open. Her pussy was soaked, dripping in need. “But once I'm inside you, once that pain subsides and the ecstasy seeps in. . .” Lowering myself down onto my forearms, I let my mouth hover over her ear. “You'll never want me to take it out.”

Vera moaned, arching her back and pressing her tits against my chest. Shifting her arms above her head, she wrapped them around my neck and rubbed my scalp.

My skin lit up, prickling from head to toe as she caressed my head, my neck, my shoulders. I loved the way it felt as she touched me, as her hands found my flesh and tasted it with her fingertips.

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