Page 40 of Mr. Romantic (Mister 2)

Jesus.

But it surprises me how happy he seems. All the walls he had earlier are down.

Is that all it takes to get a man to open up to you? Sex?

“Come on, baby. I’m ready to go again.” He pulls me towards him, and when I swing my leg over his middle, he slaps my ass hard and says, “Hurry. I need to be inside you.”

This is when I get nervous. A finger or two is not that giant cock I just had in my mouth. “I like it slow, remember?”

“I’m OK with slow.” And then he winks. “At first.”

Oh, God. All my bravery is gone. I’m really going to let him put his dick in me.

And it’s going to hurt, hurt, hurt. Just like those girls said on that forum.

I hover over him, hesitant. And just as I’m about to tell him maybe this isn’t a good idea, he says, “Wait.”

“Wait?”

“Yeah, hold on.” His fingers slide between my legs, pushing into my pussy. “Let me get you good and wet.”

Oh, yeah. I’ve read about lube. We’re not using lube, but I’m slick down there.

“Fuck, Ivy.”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He laughs. “Nothing at all. You’re just so goddamned wet. I want to lick your pussy so bad.”

“We can do that instead,” I say, hopeful.

“Fuck that. We can do that all night. Right now, all I want is for you to push yourself down on my cock and let me fuck you—”

“Slow,” I remind him.

“Right. We can do it slow.”

I take a deep breath and ease myself down. He guides the tip of his dick into my opening, pushing against my folds.

It fucking hurts! Those girls were right. It fucking hurts!

“Relax,” Nolan says. “Why are you so tense?” He massages my shoulders for a second and I try to relax. I think I read once that tensing up makes pain worse. But that was for like, a broken ankle or something. Not losing your virginity.

“That’s better,” he says. “And I get it, you like it slow. But not too slow, right?”

He likes it fast and hard. He’s said this a few times already. So I smile and say. “Not too slow.”

“Good,” he says, like he really means it.

I don’t want to disappoint him or make him suspicious. So I ease down a little more. It’s feels like my vagina is being ripped open. But I bite back the moan of pain and bury my head in his shoulder.

Nolan responds by wrapping his arms around me and moving his hips in a gentle sideways motion.

It feels good. The pain recedes, and the way he’s moving makes me arch my back. Somehow, he’s hitting my clit.

“Do you like that?” Nolan asks when a soft moan fills the room.

“Yes.” I don’t even recognize my voice. My mind is filled with the pleasure.