Page 55 of Enemy Daddy Next Door

“Can I put it on you?” I ask.

Hunter shakes his head and climbs back onto the bed, kneeling before me. “You’re full of surprises. Here.”

I unwrap the condom; I remember putting one on a banana back in sex ed. But this is the real deal and I’ve decided a dick is really not like a banana at all.

Hunter holds his penis at the base so it’s straight up for me.

I place the condom on the tip and begin to roll it down.

“Good – nngh – girl.” His throat grips at the words as my fingers slide down his shaft.

Once it’s on, I lean back on my hands before him. My confidence is gaining. I want him to see all of me.

“Are you…are you ready, honey?” Hunter asks, carefully placing one of his hands next to my hip.

I lay back into the pillows of the king bed and spread my legs for him to nestle between. “Yes, I’m ready.”

Hunter doesn’t reply with words. Instead, he kisses me softly on the lips, his body closing in on mine. I can feel his hard cock leaning up against my groin.

I can’t believe this is really happening.

Hunter shifts his hips back and forth, sliding his length through my folds, preparing me. “Just breathe, alright? It won’t hurt if you breathe.”

“Sounds like you’ve done this before,” I say, only half-joking.

He kisses my forehead. “This is the only time that matters. Here with you.”

It doesn’t matter how many women he’s had or how many times he’s had sex. Hunter is making my first time…perfect so far. I wrap my arms around his neck and draw him into a longing kiss. “Okay, I’m ready,” I whisper.

Hunter reaches his hand in between our bodies, adjusts his cock, and suddenly, the tip is inside. Just pops in like nothing.

“Keep going.”

“Slow and steady, Ames.”

Hunter presses his length bit by bit inside me with tiny thrusts of his hips. It does hurt at first, the stretch of something inside me that’s never been there before. But with each deepening, Hunter distracts me with a kiss or a caress.

Without me realizing, my hips have started to work with him, rolling back to accept him deeper and deeper inside me.

“Is it okay?”

“Feels good,” I say. The stretching has turned from pain to pleasure.

Hunter purses his lips, rolling his hips a little faster. His eyes are locked in mine. Focused. Looking for any reason he should stop.

I’m not going to give it to him, though. My body accepts him, sparks with heat as he rubs up against parts of me that have never been touched by a man.

And in no time flat, it’s happening. It’s really happening. This thing I imagined for years and years that seemed almost impossible.

I’d almost begun to believe I’d be a virgin until the day I died if I didn’t give it up to whatever John, Dick, or Harry walked through my life.

But I waited.

And thank god I did because this, here with Hunter, is…incredible. Our hips interlocking, our bodies pulsing together like we’ve choreographed it. Like we’ve done it a thousand times.

Faster and faster, I feel it building in my pelvis. The heat again…better this time.

“Oh, Amy, you feel so good.”

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