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"Would it change anything if I was?" I respond. He sighs deeply.
"Morgan, I really wish you would've told me," he says instead. "I...your first time should be something special, not heated, in-the-moment lustful sex."
"I thought it was special because of the person you're with." I reach up and caress his cheek. "I want to do this with you." Different emotions pass over his face as if he's fighting with himself. I reach up to pull him down, kissing him softly. "I want this. I swear," I whisper.
I bite my lip to keep myself from crying out when he enters me again. He pauses and kisses me as he gives me a moment to adjust. "You okay?" he asks.
I nod even though the stinging hasn't subsided yet. He moves slowly, his eyes tracking my expressions as if they dictate how fast or slow he'll go. After a few agonizing minutes, the pain slowly morphs into pleasure, even more so when he reaches down between us and strokes my clit with the pad of his thumb. Despite the previous discomfort, it turns me on even more to know that I'm pleasing him just as much as he's pleasing me.His deep moans raise goose bumps along my skin, and the gentle way he handles me nearly brings tears to my eyes.
"You're doing so good, princess," he whispers in my ear, a moan punctuating his sentence. "You're so tight and wet for me."
His strokes quicken just a little, enough to give me a bite of pain, but his rapid fingers on my clit drown me in enough pleasure that it cancels out the discomfort. That familiar tingling sensation creeps back in, and the spiral deep inside me winds tighter and tighter until I feel as if I'm going to shatter into a tiny million pieces.
"Trent," I moan, my nails digging into his biceps.
"Come for me, princess," he orders. The second his thumb swipes across the tip of my sensitive clit, my body unravels for him. Everything inside me tightens, and I suddenly lose the ability to breathe as my orgasm threatens to suffocate me. "That's it, baby. Squeeze my cock just like that." Trent groans as he quickly thrusts inside me a few more times before pulling out. His come splashes across my stomach and chest as he strokes his cock, his body shuddering from the aftershock of his orgasm. He pants above me for a moment and then gets off the bed. "Don't move."
I watch him disappear into the en suite bathroom and smile to myself. I can't believe I've actually just lost my virginity. Despite the painful parts, it was still an amazing experience where I felt cared for and cherished. Trent returns to the bed with a warm washcloth and gently wipes it over my skin. His eyes remain trained on his task as he wipes off the evidence of his arousal before moving down to clean between my legs. He swipes between my folds with his soft and gentle touch. He softly apologizes whenever I wince or flinch when he touches a sore spot, and I can't help but be in awe of the gentleman he truly is.
Once we're both cleaned off, we settle under his blankets. Neither of us says anything, which is perfect as fatigue quickly settles over my body. I snuggle a little closer to him, and he wraps his arms around me. And it doesn't take long before I drift off as his soothing hand runs up and down my back, lulling me into the most peaceful sleep I've had in a while.
9
TRENT
Aringing phone is the first thing that registers in my mind the next morning.
Morgan stirs beside me but doesn't fully wake. I crack my eyes open, sunlight streaming in through the window. The clock on the nightstand read that it was a little after eight in the morning. It's a good thing we don't have class today, otherwise we both would've been late. The ringing stops for a moment before it starts up again. Morgan whimpers and blindly reaches for her phone.
"Hello?" she answers groggily.
"Where the hell are you?!" a voice bellows from the other end. She bolts up in bed, her eyes now wide.
"Dad?"
"Why didn't you come home last night or even tell me you were staying out?" he continues to yell. He's so loud that she doesn't even have to put him on speaker in order for me to hear what he's saying. It makes me angry to watch the way she shrinks into herself as he continues. "While you were out being irresponsible doing god knows what, you missed your scheduled post. Do you know how much money you've cost this business?!"
"I'm sorry, Dad. I lost track of time and?—"
"Don't give me any pathetic excuses!" he interrupts. Unable to continue watching the negative impact his scolding has on her, I snatch her phone away from her and press it to my ear.
"Don't you ever talk to Morgan like this in front of me again," I say through gritted teeth. "It was a genuine accident that doesn't require you to scream at her."
"And here you are again meddling in business that isn't yours," he snaps. "I can talk to my daughter however damn well I please."
"Not while I'm around. And if you continue screaming at her, then you can deal with me." I hang up the phone before he can respond and drop it on the bed next to her. "You okay?"
She only looks at me with wide eyes before she snatches her phone from the bed, clutching the satin sheet to her chest to hide her body from view. "Why would you do that?" she nearly shrieks. "You can't just threaten my dad like that."
I frown as I stare at her in confusion. Just moments ago, she was flinching with every loud, angry word that fell from his mouth as if she were afraid of him, yet she's mad at...me?
"He shouldn't talk to you like that. So you didn't come home last night; what's the big deal?"
"That's not the point, Trent." She tightens the sheet around her and scoots to the edge of the bed, pulling the sheet with her. "I have to go anyway."
"You're mad that I stood up for you?"
"I didn't ask you to do that," she snaps. "Look, I appreciate the gesture, but you don't know me, and you don't know my dad. Telling him he'll pay if he yells at me again definitely crossed the line."
