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Owen’s tongue felt just as good on my clit as it did inside my mouth. No, it was even better.
Fingers brushed at my lower lips, wetting themselves with my juices before he slowly slid them inside me.
It was so tight. Tight enough to hurt, really. Then he went completely still.
I caught my breath enough to open my eyes and look down at him again, mouth right there at my entrance. But his face was all screwed up like something scared him.
“Mia,” he croaked, twisting his fingers inside me. “Have you had sex before?”
Could he really feel that stupid hymen?
“Uh, well…”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he barked, yanking his hand out of me.
“What?” I barked right back at him.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were a fucking virgin?” he demanded, looking legitimately angry.
“Oh, pardon me for not bringing it up during lunch,” I snapped, the empty feeling of my channel gnawing at me and making me real damn cranky.
“You should’ve said something,” he started, but I cut him off.
“Why should I, though? What difference does it make to you if it’s my first time or not?”
“Mia, the first time is really fucking important! I’m not… We shouldn't. Not with me.”
I sat up just enough to slap the man across his cheek, which jerked him out of his brilliant, but currently idiotic mindset.
“I get to decide who I have sex with for the first time. Not you. Besides, first time, second time, hundredth time, doesn’t matter. One little piece of my biology doesn’t make decisions for me. I am not whittled down to the one little moment when a cock enters my vagina.”
He licked his lips, watching my eyes as I laid into him.
“I don’t like it,” he stated, but he seemed to be breaking down.
“I don’t care,” I simply told him. “You either want me or you don’t. Do you want me, Owen?”
His jaw tightened again as he growled, “yes.”
I leaned in, only inches from his face as I bit back, “then fuck me.”
I needed to remember to thank Clea for making me say the word out loud. It made it all that much easier to say the one thing that made Owen’s control break.
He sprang up from the floor, smashing his mouth against mine before wiggling a little, then climbing onto the bed, his knee between my thighs.
I rode him, trying to get what friction I could as his fingers pinched the heck out of my nipples.
A yelp burst from my throat as the pain turned to pleasure, the tingles shooting straight toward my clit.
“I’ll do my best not to hurt you,” he murmured against my neck before he left a firm, gentle bite there that had me gasping again.
I didn’t realize he was naked until he eased between my thighs and my legs wrapped around his bare hips. My eyes sank and I got to see my first real penis since I was five and my neighbor friend who did playdates with me every week took his pants off to show me what he was packing, all proud of his inch long pecker.
This wasn’t an inch. No, this was barely-fit-in-my-hand big. How was that going to get inside me? My hole was barely big enough for a tampon, let alone that beast!
Before I could revolt against the goliath-sized monster, I felt the velvet skin of his cock smooth over my clit, which sent fireworks all across my eyes. Next, a finger entered me, then two. He scissored them, stretching me while hitting all the good spots while I lifted my hips and ground against him, trying to find some purchase.
“You ready?” he finally asked, seemingly satisfied that he’d prepared me enough.
