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Chapter 8

Bella was perfection. She was all lean legs and big tits and soft cries of pleasure. And she had come under my tongue like she had never been eaten out before, or at least not well. She had looked stunned, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy, and there is nothing more satisfying than knowing you made a woman speechless. I could have gone down on her all damn day, but I thought she would protest.

Since my brother had so graciously stocked this place with enough condoms to fuck the entire state of Maine, I figured there was no reason not to take Bella. She needed to know that sex could be something more than just mildly enjoyable. She needed to know that she could scream and beg for it. I had a lot of plans for her for the next twenty-four hours running through my head, but the second I sank inside her tight, sweet pussy they all fled.

There was nothing but her.

Her tight heat gripping me.

Her nails digging into me.

Her mouth dropping open in shock and pleasure.

Her sweet gasps, emerging each time I thrust deep inside her.

Damn, so fucking good.

Sex shouldn’t be that different than with any other girl I’d been with. But it was. There was something about her vulnerability that had me by the nuts and wouldn’t let go. She was trusting me to do right by her.

When was the last time anyone had put their full trust in me?

Not lately, that was for damn sure. Maybe not since my girlfriend straight out of high school.

I wanted to make this right for Bella.

Someday when she looked back on this day, the day she had ditched her shitty cheating piece-of-shit fiancé, I wanted her to remember that at least the sex was good. I wanted her to see it as a turning point when she stopped letting men dictate how she felt about herself.

Which, to be honest, was pretty fucking deep for me when I was seven inches into her pussy. It was more than a little scary.

So I did the only thing I could—I got rough.

Yanking her hip up higher so I could get as deep as possible, I looked down at her. “You like that? You like it deep?”

Bella’s eyes were wide and she nodded, like she still couldn’t speak. There was nothing sexier than having her beneath me and hearing that sharp exhalation of air from her lungs every time I plowed into her. I ran my fingers through her thick hair, wrapping the strands around and around, so I had a tight grip on her.

She whimpered. Not from fear or pain but from pleasure. She looked exactly like I wanted her to. Confused. Swept away. Aroused beyond rational thought.

Bella didn’t need a selfish, bored lover. Bella didn’t need some guy who took advantage of her sweet, generous nature and never gave back.

She needed me. Someone to take charge and show her what she wanted. What she liked.

When I found myself too close to the edge, I rolled onto my back, taking Bella with me. Her hair spilled all over my chest but my grip kept it from covering her face. I wanted to see her beautiful face, her wide eyes.

“What are you doing?” she asked, breasts splayed across me.

“Letting you ride me.” But I felt like I knew her well enough to know she wasn’t going to sit straight up and grind herself on my cock. So I took her hip and thrust into her, encouraging her to meet me halfway.

“Oh!” she said. “This actually works.” She sounded surprised. “It’s touching my…

“Your clit, baby? Is your clit rubbing on me?” I let go of her hair even though it might spill forward because I wanted to grab both of her hips and create a really smooth rhythm for her.

She nodded. “And my nipples. Oh geez, Christian.” She was panting.

There was something so sweet and powerful about her stunned arousal. I felt like I was doing important work. The teacher and his student. She had just solved the equation of sex for the first time.

I was so turned on, gritting my teeth, that I couldn’t resist a light smack on the high curve of her sweet ass. She jerked.

“What was that for?”

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