Page 3 of Forgive Me For I Have Sinned

He smiles, and it's my first time seeing his perfect white teeth. He takes my lips softly and then roughly. One minute he's kissing me, and the next, I have my shirt off and skirt bunched around my waist. The tiny white thong I purchased online without my parents knowing is pushed aside. My freshly waxed pussy glistens from how wet I am for him and drips down my thighs. He holds himself above me without his shirt, and I'm too busy looking at all his ink to care that he’s seeing me practically naked.

"Damn, you're fucking hot. Do you know that? Those fucking socks are driving me insane. It's like you're innocent but sinful at the same time."

"Like you," I counter.

He chuckles, and his gray eyes meet my light ones. "We both know there is nothing innocent about me." He unzips his jeans and takes himself out. Fuck, he's huge. He fists himself and I'm mesmerized at seeing him like this. All I can think about is if he will be able to fit inside me and if I can handle what comes next.

I remember overhearing Lindsey and Rachel in the girls’ locker room at school during fourth period after P.E. talking about doing It. Lindsay told Rachel that it hurts at first, like a giant sting that burns for a minute, then it feels so good and that it only hurts the first time. After that, it always would feel good, she amended, if the guy you were doing it with knew what he was doing. She said she did it four times with Tristan Minnis, the football team's star quarterback.

Feeling the first brush from the tip of Alaric's cock brings me back to the present. I hear the tear from the wrapper of the condom between his teeth, and his gray eyes flick to mine.

"Are you sure?"

I nod. "Yeah, I'm sure."

Not wanting him to have second thoughts, I slide my hands up the hard muscles on his chest and widen my legs for him while he expertly slides on the condom like he has done it hundreds of times before, and I know he has, but this time, it's with me.

He lowers his head and sucks the swell of my left breast, pulling the bra cup down to lick my nipple. He doesn't suck it like I'm expecting and then does the same to the right, trailing his tongue up between the valley of my breasts and stopping at my parted lips.

For one second, our eyes meet, and I'm lost. I have the man of my dreams looking at me like I'm something special, and he is about to make love to me. I know this means more to me than it does to him, but I don't care.

The head of his cock crowns my opening above my panties when he pushes against me, feeling how hot and wet I am. He closes the space between us, and his lips crash against mine. Our tongues meet, sucking and tasting.

After a few seconds, his lips pull away and his hands slide down my body, my hips lifting off the bed in anticipation. He slides my panties slowly down my legs, leaving me in only my thigh-high socks.

"Open your legs, and let me see your pink pussy," he demands. I open them as wide as my thighs allow and watch his eyes drink me in. "You are so wet, Veronica. Is this for me?"

"Yes," I hiss.

I want him so much. I get wet with just the way he looks at me–– like I'm his.

His tongue peeks out and licks his lips while fisting his cock and pushes the tip inside. I close my eyes to brace myself for the sting I know is coming. I'm sure it will be good because Alaric isn't some boy in high school that has only had sex a couple of times; he's a man that knows what he's doing.

He thrusts into me hard, and I gasp from the pain, holding in the sob that wants to cross my lips. It hurts like hell, causing tears to escape my eyes, pooling on my lashes. He fucks me hard like an animal. Thrust after thrust like a man possessed. He isn't soft like I expected but rough.

"Fuck!" he roars. "Your pussy is so tight," he says with a groan, pumping into me savagely.

God, it burns. The sting’s not getting any better like I thought it would. My legs shake from the pain, but it must be different for everyone. At least my first time is with Alaric, I keep telling myself.

He's sweating, his hair sticking to his forehead. His tattoos shine from the layer of sweat on his skin. His breaths come in hard and fast. I feel his hand sliding down, gripping my ass between me and the mattress, plunging deeper, causing a strangled groan to escape my lips from the pain. I feel myself stiffen, and something hot floods inside me. I think he came inside the condom. Even if it didn't feel good for me, I blame it on it being my first time, but I was glad I could pleasure him.

When he pushes himself up on the bed, I’m glad it’s dark in the room with only our shadows and the moonlight, so he doesn't see the wetness on my lashes or see me wince when he pulls out.

I hear his phone ding with an incoming message. I watch him walk over and fish his phone out of his jeans from the floor and then pull them on after disposing of the condom, admiring the muscles on his back and his trim waist. I push off the bed with my hands and gather my clothes, so I don't look like an idiot lying on the bed with my legs wide open. I didn't have an orgasm, but I don't think I could with how much it hurt.

As I pull my shirt over my head, the bedroom door flies open, and the group of guys that were downstairs are standing at the threshold, laughing and pointing at me. I hastily look around for my skirt and panties, covering myself from their gazes and trying to tune out the abysmal sound of laughter bouncing off the walls in the bedroom.

"I hope she was a good fuck, Riordan. I was wondering who was going to tap that," one of the guys with brown hair says.

I look over at Alaric and can see his lips turn into a frown from the glow of the screen of his phone. Right then the girls that were with the guys walk in and turn on the lights. The brunette points between my thighs with a hideous laugh. I look down between them in abject horror. There's blood. Lots of blood all over my thighs and in between my legs.

"Dude, she had her period!"

The blonde girl pushes the brunette to the side and covers her mouth. "Eww, gross!"

My head begins to spin, but Alaric is frozen, still looking at his phone. His eyes go dark like a storm raging, and it's about to destroy everything in its path. I hear the voices resonating around the room, saying different things about me.

"––Dude, you fucked her on her period––"

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