Page 274 of The First Time
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It hurts, but in a good way.
His breath gets ragged. His groans get higher. His nails dig into my skin.
Then he's there. I can feel his orgasm in the way his cock pulses, in the way his groans run together, in the way his nails scrape my flesh.
When he's done, he pulls back and zips his slacks.
I collapse on the bench seat. I'm naked. He's dressed.
I hold onto my satisfaction for as long as I can. Maybe he'll never love me, but he will fuck me senseless. That's more than some people get.
It's not enough, but it's something.
