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We moan in unison and I wrap my arms around his back holding onto him for dear life. “Faster, more. Please, sir. More.”
He lets out a growl. “You tell me if I need to stop and I will.”
His thrusts pick up the pace until the sounds of our coupling fill the room as pressure builds throughout my body. I’m on the edge of exploding. Something he’s hitting inside me feels so good, better than when I stimulate my clit.
I grip his back tighter. “Harder.”
“Fuck yes!” He slams into me with all his strength over and over. My eyes roll to the back of my head. A scream burns in my throat but it won’t come out. It feels so good I can’t think.
My legs wrap around the middle of his back and my toes curl. “Knox, Knox!” It finally comes out as my passage convulses and pleasure surges through me. He slams into me one final time. It feels like his cock jumps inside and a hot liquid follows. Coming up to his room, doing this, was the best decision of my life.
Chapter Seven
Knox
My arms strain tokeep me upright and not crush her little body. Fucking hell. I knew I would have a good time with her, but that superseded all of my expectations. I kiss her again, before pulling out of her.
I move to lie next to her and look down between her legs. Pink tinges the come at her entrance and her folds look swollen. I feel bad for being rough with her, even with her telling me to go harder, I should’ve held back more. I run a hand over her stomach as she stares at me with a happy smile on her face.
“That was incredible,” she says.
I smile and push a strand of auburn hair from her sweaty forehead and face. “It really was. We need to go get you cleaned up. I’m sorry.” I was trying to be more gentle with her.
She shakes her head. “My muscles feel like goo. I don’t think I could walk for anything right now.”
I guess that means I did a good job. She’s fully sated.
A frown pulls at her lips.
I search her hazel eyes, is she having regrets already giving her virginity to me when we barely know each other? I should’ve stopped after figuring out she still had a hymen. I should’ve stopped and told her she should be with someone she was close to and knew well.
She swallows hard. “Did you like it? I know I was probably bad. I wanted you to enjoy it, too.”
For being twenty-one and in a city like this, she still seems so innocent. “Sweetheart, I enjoyed myself very much, the evidence of that is between your thighs, which is why we need to get you cleaned up. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
Getting up from the bed, I go to the bathroom for a washcloth, wetting it with warm water and ringing it out, I take it back to her, and gently clean her up. Being careful of her folds. She looks like she’s on the verge of falling asleep.
God, she’s beautiful. What is it about her that’s ensnared me so? She’s too young for an old man like me. Hell, she’s young enough to be my daughter, but it’s like I couldn’t resist her pull. Once I kissed her I knew there was no chance of being able not to have more of her. And now that I’ve had her fully, I don’t want to let her go at all.
She gave herself to me. The thought of her leaving this bed and perhaps going off to be with someone else turns my stomach. She stares at me as her eyes start to flutter close. “I had a really nice time tonight, thank you. You made my first time everything I wanted it to be.”
I smile at her. “I’m glad. “
With her cleaned up the best I can get her without soap and a water spray, I clean myself up and lie down next to her, pulling the massive fluffy comforter around our naked bodies. I wrap a protective arm around her, and she snuggles her head against my chest as we finally let sleep take us.
I may barely know this girl now, but I will make her mine. I’ll woo her, whatever it takes because a connection like the one that’s sparked between us comes only once in a lifetime.
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The sun creeps through the windows and I grimace, I forgot to hit the button for the blackout curtains before we passed out. Her warm, beautiful body is still curled into mine. Despite the rude awakening by the sun at an ungodly hour, sleeping with her in my arms was some of the best sleep I’ve had in a long time. I can’t remember the last time I slept that soundly.
A ringtone chimes from somewhere in the room. Perhaps the floor? It’s not the one I have set my phone to.
In an instant she sits up, disentangling herself from me, and scrambles bare-assed off the bed to pick a clutch up off the floor. She pulls out her phone and looks at it. The next second it goes quiet. “Today’s Wednesday, right?”
I nod. “And the twelfth of May.”
She lets out a sigh. “Okay, good. I just forgot to turn off my alarm for my barista job. I don’t work there today.” She looks at me and smiles. The sun’s rays come through the window creating a fiery halo around her head of her sex-tussled auburn hair.
