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He turned around to look at me, groaning as his eyes lingered on my breasts. He reached forward, trailing his finger along the strap of my nightdress, moving it back up to cover me, but all I could feel was the back of his finger against the hairs on my skin. I couldn’t bear the thought of him pulling his hand away, so I grabbed it and held it there. Standing apart from each other allowed me to get a view of the hardness protruding from his boxers, and tension gripped my chest as I stared at it, biting my bottom lip. My legs grew unstable.

He groaned again, trying to resist what was happening between us, beginning to turn away from me, but I held on to his hand, staring into his lust-filled eyes.

“I’m sorry, Tiffany. I can’t be the one to take your virginity,” he said, his voice hoarse as if it pained him to say the words.

Oh man, I heard what he was saying but I couldn’t focus on it. My breasts needed to be held by him again, and that’s all I could think about. “Why not?” I asked, pleading with him as I moved his hand over my nipple, hoping he’d grip me.

“Fuck,” he said as his voice shook. “This is a really bad idea, I should stop.”

I released his hand, a bit insulted, to be honest. “Why?” I asked again, furrowing my brows in frustration.

“Because, first of all, your brother would kill me if he knew I was the one that took his little sister’s virginity. Me, the guy he trusts and would never expect this from. Second of all, as much as I want you and ache for you, your first time is supposed to be special. It shouldn’t be with some random guy you’ve just met. It should be with someone you know and trust,” he said.

I wished we could stop talking about this and get back to what we were doing, but I understood how much his friendship meant to him. I was conflicted. We wanted each other, and this didn’t have to ruin their friendship. “My brother doesn’t have to know. It’s not his business what I do with my body and who I choose to do it with, let’s start with that. Who I sleep with isn’t a decision for my brother to make. Who I lose my virginity to is my choice. I’m a grown woman, I know what I want, and right now, I want you,” I said, moving toward him again and placing my hand on his stomach. “But I get it, if you don’t want to, we don’t have to,” I said, though I didn’t pull my hand away.

Once I started touching him, I didn’t want to stop. I just wanted to feel him beneath my fingertips as I moved my hand over his chest, exploring the wonder of his body. His breath hitched and it shook me. His hand came around to squeeze my ass. I shuddered with happiness and tilted my head to look up at him. His eyes bore into me with need. I found it hard to breathe.

“And as to your second point, I trust you,” I whispered, reaching up to stroke his beard as he pulled me against his body.

My heart pounded against his chest, and my breathing returned with full force, hard and fast, crashing against my ribs.

“I’ve never wanted someone else the way I want you now. Don’t you want me?” I asked, groaning because I knew if he pulled away, I’d have to let him go. I’d have to be okay with never having him.

I felt his face in my hair as he took a deep breath in. “So bad. You have no fucking idea.”

“Then, take me, please. I need to know what you feel like,” I said.

I couldn’t get the words out fast enough, he pulled me in for a kiss, and his lips met mine to shut me up. I threw my arms around his neck, trying to pull all of him into me because I was so thankful that we were back at it, I didn’t want to lose another second of him. I wanted as much of him as I could take before it had to end.

My hand traveled down his spine and when I felt his ass, I tingled in surprise. Firm and round, I ran my hand over it as he pressed his thumbs into my ribs, massaging my tender bones before moving up to my nipples. I couldn’t stand it anymore, and when I broke the kiss, I could barely make him out as passion distorted my vision.

I took his hand and began to move toward the bedroom, my legs wobbling as I did.

He grabbed me from behind, pulling me by the waist against his hard torso as his lips found my neck again. “Do you care about this nightdress?” he asked.

I reached up to grab the back of his neck to pull him even closer to me. “No,” I breathed.

“Good,” he said, ripping the tiny straps as he tugged the nightdress downward. “Let me see these again,” he said, releasing my breasts once more, kneading them from behind, and my body writhed against him. I could feel my ass against the hardness in his boxers, and I reached behind me to grab it.

His body rocked forward, slamming into my back as I felt his hand wrap around mine to remove it from him. “Oh no, missy. You’re not ready for that yet.”

I felt his tongue in my ear, and my vagina got so slick, I moaned.

“I’m going to give you a night you won’t forget,” he growled.

“Oh, yes, please,” I said, as he kept my hand behind my back, my fingers attempting to graze him.

He laughed, and I felt the rumbling of it in my spine. “When you finally get it, it’ll be because you’re begging for it,” he said, kissing the back of my neck.

I had no idea what he was talking about because I was already on the verge of begging for it. I couldn’t imagine how much more I could need him than I did at that very moment. He spun me around, pulling the ripped garment from my body, leaving me so very naked. He smiled down at me, and I pressed my body into his, feeling a little shy from his gaze.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he groaned, bending his knees and running his hands over my body before picking me up and wrapping my legs around his hips. I could feel the tease of his hardness, still shielded by his underwear, against my center as he walked us into my bedroom while probing my mouth with his soft, wet tongue.

Chapter 11

Mario

Ahfuck.Iwascrazy, out of my fucking mind, I thought as I lay on top of her, my hand cupping her full breast. My thumb stroked its softness, my palm grazing her nipple as I feasted on her lips. My cock strained against my underwear, pulsating against her thigh. She was too luscious to resist. She’d thrown her arms around my neck, pulling me closer to her, moaning and panting, driving me crazy. There was no way in fucking hell I would’ve been able to pull myself away from her, even if my life depended on it.

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