Page 123 of Brittle Heart

Does it hurt for a man to take someone’s virginity?

I’m clenching my pussy, testing if it lessens the burning sensation, but Joshua nearly whimpers with the move. His fingers tremble beside my temple. “Am I doing it wrong?” I ask, tears welling up in my eyes.

“What? Fuck no, you’re perfect,” he reassures me, kissing me tenderly. “I’m going to move, okay? Tell me if it hurts too much.”

I nod, and he starts moving his hips slowly. The motion lessens the burning sensation, and I take a deep breath.

“Better?” he asks, stroking my cheek gently while pulling out and pushing back in slowly.

“Yes,” I say, genuinely feeling better now.

He kisses my temple sweetly. “You feel so fucking good,” he whispers, his voice rough. “So tight, warm, and wet. So soft.”

“You like it?” I ask, genuinely surprised since he seemed in pain earlier.

He makes a deep grunting sound as he thrusts in slowly again. “Like it? I fucking love it. Now I just have to make you love it too,” he says, then gets off me, leaving me feeling empty.

“What are you doing?” I ask, confused, as he positions himself behind me, pulling me close and spooning me. He wraps his arm under my head, grabbing one of my breasts, while his other hand lifts my thigh and pulls it back over his hips. He nuzzles my neck and slowly enters me from behind. This time, it feels good, making me moan, the burning sensation only slightly there.

His hand strokes my thigh with his slow thrusts before moving to my front, finding my clit. He circles it while rolling my nipple with his other hand, steadily increasing his movement.

I’m panting, feeling much more relaxed as he plants open-mouthed kisses up my neck. “You’re doing perfect. You take me so good, Carolina,” he whispers, and his words cause my belly to flutter, making me forget about the slight pain still there.

His kisses, the way he squeezes my nipple, and his finger on my clit all coax me toward an orgasm, something I hadn’t thought possible while still slightly hurting with him deep inside me. The pleasure builds, and with each movement of his body and touch of his hand, I’m pushed closer to the edge.

“Come for me, my Carolina. I need you to come on my cock,” he murmurs against my skin, his thrusts becoming shallower but still relentless.

He bites down on my shoulder, and I gasp, a wave of pleasure washing over me. “Joshua,” I moan out, clenching down on him.

He groans, pausing inside me. “So fucking tight, Carolina,” he grits out, panting, and I can’t help but squeeze around him again as a new level of ecstasy washes over me.

He moans, his hips bucking before he presses into me one last time. I’m so full I don’t know if I need more or if it’s too much. A warmth fills me, and I realize he’s holding his breath, his orgasm taking over. He pulls me even closer to him and hugs me tightly to his chest, showering the back of my head with kisses as we both catch our breaths.

My hands grip his forearms around me, and he loosens his embrace, gently pulling out of me. Joshua then turns me to face him, leaning down to kiss me tenderly.

More wetness than I think there should be pools between us, and I break the kiss, giving him a panicked look. “I think I just made a mess.”

“I’ve got you,” he reassures me, kissing my forehead before heading to his en suite bathroom.

I hear the water running before he returns with a warm, wet washcloth to clean me up. Glancing down, I notice I’ve bled on his sheets. It’s not much, but enough to leave a stain on the sky-blue covers. My face flushes with embarrassment, but Joshua doesn’t seem to mind.

“I am so sorry,” I whisper.

“Hush…” He gently silences me, pulling me close to his side again and squeezing me affectionately. “Are you feeling okay?” he asks with his lips against my temple.

I nod. “Was it any good for you?” I ask, my insecurities rising to the top.

He huffs, and the force of air swirls strands of hair around my face. “This was the best fucking thing, I promise. You’re absolutely perfect for me,” he says, kissing my head.

CHAPTERFORTY-EIGHT

Carolina

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Joshua whispers in my ear, but I don’t want to open my eyes just yet.

Everything feels warm, cozy, and…

… safe?

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