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“Why did you stop?” I frowned, confused.
“Because I need to fuck you.” He reached down to the bottom of his T-shirt, pulling it off in one smooth movement, and stepped out of his boxers. Swiping his jeans from the floor, he tugged out a foil packet, then stood, right there in front of me, his hard body on full display.
Carter Blackthorne was the hottest guy I’d ever seen. Carter Blackthorne, naked? He was a god.
“Raine?” he prompted, after my open-mouthed, blatant perusal stretched on far too long.
“Wait. You want us to have sex?” My voice was shaky as his words finally registered with me.
He leaned down, pulling me to my feet and lifting me onto the bed. “Yes.”
“Will it hurt?” I whispered. It didn’t even occur to me to say no. He turned me on like no one else, and I wanted this. Wanted it beyond words. Wanted him to take my virginity.
“Yes.” He didn’t try to sugar-coat it, and I was grateful for that.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” He studied me, his gaze searching. “Sure?”
I nodded and wrapped my arms around him. There was no doubt in my mind. “I want it to be you. I want you to be the one to do it.”
“Raine.” He spoke my name reverently and kissed me, his touch softer than it had ever been before. His hand went between my legs, stroking across my wetness as he kissed down my neck. He positioned himself between my legs, replacing his fingers with his hard cock. I stiffened. “It’s okay,” he assured me. “Relax.” He rolled his hips, sliding his cock up and down, along my pussy, melting me with another kiss. My body responded, the space between my thighs growing slick with my arousal as he moved against me. “That’s it, baby. Fuck, you feel so good. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
After ripping open the foil packet and rolling the condom on, he guided the head of his cock so it was positioned at my entrance. “Stay relaxed.” Then he pushed inside me, his movements slow and careful. Even so, it hurt as his thickness stretched me. He stopped suddenly. “This is going to hurt,” he hissed, then pushed forwards with a sudden movement. A sharp pain tore through me, and I cried out, tears filling my eyes.
“It hurts so much,” I whimpered.
“I know.” He stilled his movements, kissing me again, telling me how good I felt, how beautiful I was, how well I was doing. Then he moved again, slowly, and I gasped with the pain.
“Concentrate on the feeling, baby. Your little pussy gripping my cock. It feels so good. Use the pain.” He moved again, starting an achingly slow pace, his hand going back down between us as he pressed his thumb to my clit.
An unexpected spark of arousal shot through me, and I moaned softly. “That—that feels good.”
“Yeah, it does.” He smiled against my jaw, nipping at it as he worked his thumb over my clit, keeping up the same pace. “How you doing?”
“Good.” The pain was still there, and I knew I’d be sore tomorrow, but as he touched me, the pleasure was coursing through my body, setting every nerve ending alight. Every single inch of me became aware. Aware of his weight pressing into me, the light sheen of sweat between our bodies, his breaths in my ear, and his hard, hard cock, inside me, filling me completely.
I never knew it would feel so good. I hooked my legs around him. “More,” I whispered, pulling him closer. “I want more. Don’t hold back.”
Our eyes met.
His were black.
He let himself go.
He slammed into me with such force that I bounced, my head knocking into the padded headboard. Pleasure danced with pain, setting me on fire as his head came down to my neck, and his teeth clamped down on my skin as he thrust in and out of me with hard, savage movements. His fingers bit into my skin as he gripped me tightly, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt he’d leave bruises wherever he touched me.
I wanted to be marked by him.
“More.” I moaned against him, digging my nails into him, touching him everywhere I could, the fast pace sending me spiralling closer to the edge.
Suddenly, he was pulling out of me and spinning me over. “Up,” he commanded roughly, tugging at my hips. When I raised my hips in the air, he slid a pile of pillows beneath me, then lowered me back down. “This will feel good, and it’ll be more comfortable for your first time.” He placed a kiss to my shoulder, and unexpected butterflies fluttered in my stomach. Even though he’d said he would probably get rough with me, he was looking out for me.
The gentleness didn’t last for long. He thrust back inside me, pounding into me, one arm on the bed and the other gripping my throat. As his fingers tightened, I gasped for breath, and he released his grip, bringing his hand round to tug on my hair and pulling my head backwards as he kept up his relentless pace. My hips were being pounded into the pillows, the friction against my clit so good, yet not quite enough, keeping me teetering on a knife edge.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” he groaned, his movements becoming less controlled. Releasing his tight grip on my hair, he slid his hand under me, his fingers against my clit. It only took him a few, short movements, and then I was coming, pulsing around his hardness, gripping onto the sheets as I fell over the edge. My orgasm triggered his, and I felt h
is cock jerking inside me, spilling his release into the condom.
