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“This is my pussy, say it.” I feel like I’m losing my mind, fucking her is all I have thought about for so long, but the real thing is fucking perfect.
“Yours,” she manages, her heels digging into my ass.
“Aah, Bre, fuck,” I growl as I release inside her.
I pull out, and that is when I notice it. My eyes widen as I look down at her. I just stole her innocence, and I didn’t even have the decency to make it memorable.
She’s smiling, but I feel like fucking dying. “I am so sorry, baby, I didn’t know. Fuck how could I not know.”
“How could you?” She says softly. I pull her into my arms and kiss her forehead. Fuck, no wonder she was so tight. Some men really do think with their dicks.
I feel like shit.
9
Bre
He’s angry at himself. I can tell. When Denton gets in this mood, he has to figure it out himself. He keeps pacing and swearing. Maybe I should have tried harder to tell him I was still a virgin. But who cares. It was always going to be him. Always.
He runs me a hot bath and carries me into the bathroom, laying me into the water like I’m some fragile doll he’ll break. I have to show him that isn't who I am. I bathe and dry off with a soft white towel he left for me. He’s still naked, standing at his floor to ceiling windows that provide a stunning view of the city. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his middle, inhaling the spicy scent of him. I kiss his back, between his shoulder blades. His muscles bunch.
“Look at me,” I say softly. He lowers his head, shaking it. “Now, Denton.”
He turns and leans in to kiss my lips. “I am so sorry.”
“I’m not. You were perfect, I should have told you, but it was all wonderful.” I smile, but he doesn’t return it. I back away from him till my legs hit the bed. I slowly open my towel.
“What are you doing?” He asks, rubbing a hand over his face.
“Giving you a do-over,” I smirk and let the towel fall. I sit on the bed, then shuffle up until I’m leaning on my elbows. I spread my legs, exposing my pussy to him. He closes his eyes, turning away, but I know he can’t resist me. His gaze meets mine.
I part myself, sliding my fingers up and down my slick pussy, moaning, my head thrown back. My movements quickening. It feels good, but not as good as when he touches me. I gasp when I feel the bed dip, he moves my hands away and replaces it with his tongue. I look down at him, lost between my legs, a starved man, having his long-awaited meal. I love the way he looks at me while he sucks on me. I cry out when his tongue sinks inside me. “Oh, God, Denton.”
My legs open wider as he devours me, sucking my clit into his mouth. I lift my hips until I’m fucking his face, holding his head where I need him, and when I orgasm, his face is coated in my juices. He climbs between my legs, trailing kisses all over my body. He presses the tip of his cock against my entrance sliding into me with such tenderness, all I can do is let out a breath. I raise my hips to meet his movements, arching off the bed. With each stroke of his cock, he sinks deeper, filling me, completing me in a way only he can. His hair falls over his eyes and onto my forehead as he moves inside me.
“Faster,” I moan, needing more of him.
He flips us, so I’m on top of him. “Ride me, baby, ride me the way you want to.”
I lower myself onto his stiff dick; arching my back, I start to roll my hips against him. I groan as I find a momentum that feels good, rubbing my clit against him just the way I want. He grips my hips and starts to move me onto him faster, lifting off the mattress to meet me thrust for thrust. I feel myself climbing, the orgasm building, and when I finally let go, I whimper. He flips us, then pulls out of me, pumping his length until he spills warm cum all over my stomach.
He disappears into the bathroom and returns with a towel. He wipes me off, then kisses my lips. “I missed your smile the most.”
I grin at how cheesy that is and how much I love hearing it. “I missed your smile the most, too.”
My phone rings, and I look over at it on his bedside table. I know who it is by the ringtone. “You gonna get that?” Denton asks.
I shake my head. He picks up the phone, looking at the display, then sets it down again.
“I’ll talk to him about us.”
“It’s your parents I’m most worried about.”
I sit up and wrap myself around him. “All you have to worry about is me. You promised you’d take me away from my books for a few hours, and now I literally have no time.”
He leans down and starts to suck on my nipples. “Denton, do you ever get tired?”
“Not of you,” he grins but stands and strolls into his bathroom.
