Page 51 of Finding Fate

He has the hint of a smile present. “I never said we were having sex.”

I climb on top of him, knee-walking up his legs, and jerk his jeans lower, continuing upward until I’m directly on top of his head. “One thing you’ll learn quickly about me, country, is that I don’t ask for the things I want. I take them.” I sit down, letting the head push inside, and after a few shallow pumps, push my body down his length, mentally counting through the burn, and breathing evenly, until I’m seated on his lap. Good thing for me is I have a high tolerance for pain. It’s going to remain a secret.

His hands are gripped onto my thighs, and suddenly his eyes get a little crazy. “Jesus Christ. Are you a fucking virgin?”

Maybe not.

“No,” I answer, already pumping up and down on him, working on a rhythm.

He grabs my neck and flips us, coming on top of me. “Your hymen tore. I felt it. He was either really fucking small or you were a virgin. Which is it, you lying little bitch.”

Shit, he’s hot when he’s in asshole mode. I shove his jeans down until my toes can hook onto the waistband, and then push them down his legs all the way. I smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know? I guess you never will. I’m a whore, remember? My lips are sealed.”

He smiles back at me. “You’re a bitch.”

I grab the back of his head, pulling him closer, and then skim my lips up his. “So. You’re an asshole. I guess that makes us a good fucking pair. Let’s use each other. Fuck me good and send me back home. It can be our secret.”

He pulls back and swings his hips forward, sending a shockwave of pain through my body as he continues to force me to stretch, a deep groan flying out of his mouth. “You’re wrapped around me so tight I feel like I can’t breathe.”

I wrap my legs around each of his, letting my hands roam the back of his body from his ass to the back of his hair as he thrusts into me over and over again. I’ve never felt like this, or been this close to someone, let alone gotten intimate affection. I can feel the appeal. I like it. “Never heard of a guy complaining about pussy being too tight before.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve never had to hold back either. Never had virgin pussy before. That shit’s a delicacy I’m not interested in having to entertain. I like girls that’ll service my dick and hit the road.”

“Awe, poor baby. Worried about the little virgin getting attached? You may be good, but not that good. I guess it’s a good thing I’ll be thousands of miles away in a couple of days.”

He jerks my body off the bed and sits back on his heels, bringing me on top of him. He grabs my breast in his hand and places his mouth on my nipple, letting his tongue glide across the pebbled center. Suddenly my hips start rocking on their own accord, a different feeling taking over; a better one. I close my eyes, letting myself feel such a foreign pleasure. “Not that good, huh? Fuck it. You make me come before I want to, you’re going to see I’m not so gentle the second time around.”

I open my eyes, already leaning in toward his lips. “No,” I say dramatically, a moan slipping out. That wasn’t supposed to be part of it, but my hips won’t stop, and his dick takes up so much space. “I’m shaking in my boots.”

“Turn around.” He grabs the base of his dick when I pull off of him to turn around, and I can’t help but glance at it as I do. I swear I took him for a small one. Can’t judge a dick size by a body frame, I guess. That’s impressive. He wraps his arm around my small waist and pulls me back on him, wasting no time before pushing inside, and then he wraps his opposite arm around the other side, stretching it to the farthest breast. He aligns his front to my back, letting me feel the hard chest muscles and the ripples of abs. I use my thighs and push off my shins, pumping up and down on him, motivated by his labored breathing. “You have a hot little body for a seventeen-year-old. Your sister is hot, but she doesn’t even look like this.”

I laugh. “You haven’t met my mother. Is that why you’re fucking a high schooler? Because my body looks more like one of a twenty-two-year-old?”

He pushes forward with his pelvis, sending me to my knees at a slight angle, and then both arms run up my front until they’re rounded over my shoulders. His mouth comes close to my ear. “No. Unlike the others, I just don’t give a shit.”

“Good. Living with no rules is more fun.”

“I like this panty tan line.”

I turn my head, pulling my long Ombré hair over one shoulder, our lips close together, and I can’t help but smile. After all that shit . . . “So the truth comes out.”

He starts off slow and quickly speeds up until he’s slapping against me. It feels like he’s in my throat. I run my fingers through the back of his hair and kiss him, trying not to focus so much on how deep he is. “Landon, did you go over the sheet music for that new song,” says a male voice quickly closing in the distance from him to us.

I glance at the door, seeing a brown-haired guy that wasn’t here earlier, covered in arm tattoos and he has a lip ring. His eyes scan down my body quickly, then go behind me—my guess to Landon. “Been a little busy,” he says, but doesn’t let up at all.

The guy looks at me again, lingering longer before looking back. “Is this Presley’slittlesister? Are you fucking kidding me?”

Landon shoves me forward until my cheek is against the comforter and my front covered, only my ass still in the air. “Keep your fucking mouth shut, Rig, or I’ll shut it for you. You know I can.” He doesn’t speak for a few seconds, his hand clenching my hip. Some feeling I like is building in my lower belly. “Goddamn, she’s so tight. Fuck. Why didn’t you warn me about virgin pussy? Rubber doesn’t even touch it.”

I dig my nails into the blanket and raise my head as the blossoming orgasm instigates moan after moan. My body starts tingling like a confetti shower of warm ashes is landing all over it. Ripples of pleasure spread. The guy steps back, his hands up, with a smirk on his face. “I didn’t see a thing. Definitely not the one to judge a grown man for liking unused teenage pussy. I’ll cover your back. Hurry the hell up. Everyone is asking where the two of you went.”

‘Rig’ walks away, leaving us alone, and once again, my body is lifted off the mattress as my bottom comes to rest on Landon’s lap so that he can bounce me up and down. “I gotta come. You’re giving me shitty stamina.”

The next time I become flush with his lap, he holds me in place, his hands each finding a size D boob and groping as he comes into the condom inside of me. “We’ll share the damn bed. I’m not done with you.”

I smile to myself. “What if I’m done with you?”

A dry laugh slips out of his mouth. “You aren’t or you wouldn’t have climbed on my dick to begin with.”

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