“How do you know that?”
“It’s obvious.”
She began to pull her legs away from him.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
Skye shrugged. “I mean, I’m twenty-five. It’s embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing? You’re a fucking treasure. No other men have enjoyed this body. Do you realize how priceless that is to me?”
A slight smile appeared on her lips. It was the cutest thing.
He yanked her down to the edge of the bed. Her tits jiggled.
Galen kicked off his boxers. She watched with rapt fascination. Her innocence only made him harder. She was the opposite of women he’d dealt with in his life, and now he couldn’t imagine being with anyone but her.
He ran the thick head of his cock against her pussy. She was so slick, so wet to take him. Skye grabbed the sheets, and he could see her breathing become labored.
“Are you afraid?” he asked.
“No … maybe a little.”
“I’ll go slow, nice and slow. I’m going to fill your tight pussy, make you mine.”
She nodded, her eyes glassed over. He kissed along her inner thigh before climbing over her body. As much as he needed to fuck her hard and fast, to rid himself of these weeks of blue balls, he’d keep his control. There would be plenty of time to play dirty once she wasn’t completely new to all this.
“Kiss me,” she whispered. “Please.”
She didn’t need to beg or ask twice. He hooked his arms under hers and stared down into her eyes. Part of him was afraid to expose too much of himself or his emotions. It was dangerous being vulnerable, giving Skye so much power over him. He’d never been wanted, never known love, and he was terrified to lose her. And himself.
Galen kissed her with desperation, raw, wanton desire. Within seconds he knew this would be more than just sex. He was falling in love.
Without breaking their kiss, he positioned himself comfortably between her legs while keeping his full weight off her. He pressed the tip of his cock at her entrance, teasing her virgin hole. She took several quick shallow breaths while arching up against him.
He trailed kisses along her jawline, then whispered in her ear. “You can tell me to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
Galen shifted his hips, pressing against her pussy. His cock was impossibly hard. He wanted to fuck her, to claim her, but the wave of guilt wouldn’t let up. She deserved better than him. Skye should have the best of everything.
“You should. I’m a bastard for thinking I could have a sweet thing like you.”
Skye cupped his cheeks in her hands. “I’m already yours.”
It took a few seconds for those perfect words to filter into his head. One moment in the abyss and now he felt on top of the world. He kissed her, hard and demanding, pushing his cock inch by inch into her tight heat. She mewled, rocking against him as he filled her to the hilt. Her pussy was Heaven. He paused just to look at her.
“You okay?”
Skye nodded.
“You’re so fucking tight around my cock,” he said. “I’ll try to go slow.”
She squeezed her muscles around him, and he groaned in response. His little redhead was playing with fire.
****
Galen was big, bigger than big, but he was exactly what she needed. He eased his hard erection into her, smooth and intense. Her virginity was gone, just like that, and she had no regrets. Galen was so much more than appearances. There was a broken soul inside him, and all she wanted to do was love him for who he was. She wanted to be the first person to be there for him unconditionally.