Page 62 of Deadly Sacrifice

When she’s drained and panting, one arm thrown over her eyes, I finally stand and shuck off my clothes, more than ready to sink inside her and spend all night replacing whatever memories Griffin just seared into her brain. I grab a condom out of my nightstand, rolling the damn thing on as fast as I can before I nut from just looking at her naked body. Scars and all, she’s the most sexy, perfect thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Prudence lowers her arm, looking at me with flushed cheeks and blown pupils.

“Still sure?” I ask as I crawl onto the bed between her legs.

She licks her lips, looking down at my cock and then snapping her gaze back to mine. I smirk. “Still sure,” she says, winding her arms around my neck and pulling me down for a filthy, demanding kiss.

I hold my weight with my forearm beside her head, and use my other hand to grab the base of my dick and tease her opening.

“Creed, goddamn it,” she groans, wrapping her legs around my ass and trying to push me inside already.

I drop my face into the crook of her neck, high on the faint lavender scent of her perfume. “Needy little thing,” I scold, nipping her throat. “Remember how you said I’d last ten minutes?” I whisper.

“I take it back,” she rushes out.

I chuckle, breathing out, “Good.” Then I look at her and thrust forward until I’m buried inside the hottest, wettest, tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. Jesus, I’m really at risk of embarrassing myself here. It feels so fucking good that it takes me a beat too long to realize that Prudence is biting her bottom lip so hard that she’s drawn blood, and her chest is rising and falling with shaky breaths.

Naturally, I take it as a compliment.

Grinning, I nudge the tip of her nose with mine. “What’s wrong, Ember? Never felt something so good?” I slowly drag myself out of her, groaning over her hissed breath, and then slam back in. Her nails claw into my back until I’m positive I’ll be scarred for life, just like she is, and there’s something about that I really like.

I start a deep, punishing rhythm, reveling in the way my body fits with hers so perfectly. She’s ruined me. I’ve never been in such a tight pussy, and I know before we’re even done that I’m addicted. Prudence moans and whimpers, and when I push really deep, she tries to muffle her screams by biting my shoulder, and goddamn, nothing has ever been so right.

I may have oversold myself because there’s no way in hell I can last all night. But that’s okay. We can go again. And again and again and again until she’s too tired and wrung out to hold her eyes open.

Changing the angle, I get on my knees and put her feet over my shoulders, holding her hips in my hands to keep her still while I push my cock into her. Her eyes roll back as her hands scramble for purchase on my comforter. My gaze travel down the lines and curves of her body until I’m watching myself sink into her.

There’s blood on my dick every time I pull out, but I’m not one of those guys who get weird about that shit. I must have missed the pad on her underwear, though. Dirty girl. I love it. I’m close, and frankly ashamed of myself, but I won’t finish until I pull one more from her. Slowing my pace a bit, I rub my thumb over her clit, cursing under my breath when she tightens around my cock.

“Fuck, Creed, please,” Prudence groans, throwing her head back into the mattress. “I can’t, I can’t anymore, please. It’s too much.”

“No, baby, you’re doing so good. You can take it,” I purr, circling my thumb faster. She shakes her head weakly, so I add, “You can come for me, baby. I know you can.”

Despite her protests, she starts lifting her hips to meet each of my thrusts, and when I pinch her clit, she explodes. Her gorgeous eyes hold mine captive while her lips open in a ragged cry of ecstasy and her pussy pulses around me.

I wait until she can catch her breath and then I lean over her and seal my lips to hers while I pound into her. She loops her legs around me again, holding me close while we breathe each other’s oxygen. When I open my eyes to find her already watching me with a heated gaze, I lose it. I push myself deep and groan long and low as I cum.

I press another kiss to her lips, and then stand on shaky legs and walk over to my desk, where I pull off the condom and throw it away. When I turn back to Prudence, her legs are closed and she’s watching me with an odd expression.

I smile, trying to get her relaxed again as I climb back into bed and pull her over to my chest. I brush her hair back from her face, kissing her forehead as she sighs. “Better than you expected?” I ask softly, half teasing and half curious.

She breathes out a tired laugh, trailing the tips of her fingers up and down my bare chest. “Definitely didn’t fake it, if that’s what you’re really asking,” she replies.

“Not that it bothers me at all, but I could have put a towel down if you told me you were on your period. Now I have to wash the sheets,” I scold lightly, giving her ass a playful smack. God, she’s fucking divine. All this time, she was hiding a body like this beneath those baggy clothes. It’s criminal.

Prudence tenses against me, her fingers halting that delicious, soothing motion. “I’m not,” she whispers.

I frown, looking down at her. “What?”

“I’m not on my period,” she says slowly, cautiously, like she’s worried.

I blink through my lingering sex haze, cocking a confused half smile. “Then why—“ I stop, shifting to look at her better as the dots start to connect in my head. “Prudence,” I warn in a low voice.

Her face crumples and she sits up, dropping her head into her hands. “I’m sorry,” she mumbles shakily. “I was worried if you knew, you’d be gentle… tender, and then I— Or worse, maybe you wouldn’t want me at all, because who wants a twenty-year-old with no experience? It’s embarrassing, but I’d been waiting for the right guy, and then I realized that’s a crock of shit, and you were the only one I could imagine just… finally doing it with. Just getting it over with before anyone could force me into it. So I’m sorry, and I’ll go if you want me to, but… but thank you for, you know, for what you did,” she rambles, scooting to the edge of the bed as if she’s actually planning on leaving.

I sit up in a rush, running my hand up her back and cupping the side of her neck to get her to look at me. “Hey, baby, no. That’s not at all— I’m glad that I could be your first, I’m just shocked, and… Fuck, just stay,” I all but beg her, feeling like a dumbass when I can’t think of the right words to put her at ease.

If I had known she was a virgin, would I have been easier on her? I don’t know. I’d like to think so, but also I know myself; I’m an asshole and I like pain. Maybe it wouldn’t have made a difference to me either way. But clearly, it’s a big deal for her, and I’m scrambling to make sense of why the fuck she chose me?

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