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She is devoid of the shyness she had when we first played around. Perhaps someone has gotten to her before me?
No, that’s not possible.
She’s been better-guarded than the gold in Fort Knox.
She’s mine, goddammit. She’ll never be anybody else’s.
I back her up until she’s forced to sit on the bed.
“Take out my cock.”
She swallows and looks up at me, her eyes wide. Do I see some of her light coming back? Is she waking from the dark place where she’s been?
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she pulls the stiff leather on my designer belt and opens my trouser hooks and fly. Pushing aside my shirt tails, she pulls down the waist of my boxers and reaches for my erection. I stop breathing, waiting for her hand, as if I’ve been craving it all my life.
Maybe I have.
Her fingertips run up and down my length, and she touches the drop of precum on my cock like she’s never seen it before. Gripping me lightly, lightly enough to leave me in agony, she slides down my shaft all the way to the root. I push forward, into her face and rub my cockhead on her cheek.
There she sits, below me, her eyes closed and legs parted enough that I can see her erect clit poking out of her pussy lips.
Is this woman real? I don’t see how she can be.
I reach down for her little tits, her nipples upturned and delightfully alive, and knead and pull them until she quietly moans. Without a word, she looks up at me, releases my cock, and slides back on the bed, her legs open just wide enough to let me see her, but not enough for me to slip between them.
That’s okay.
Pushing my pants below my ass, I join her on the bed, nudging her legs apart to position myself between them. I push her knees up gently, tilting her pelvis into the perfect position.
I know it sounds cheesy, but if I died right now, I wouldn’t care. This is the most perfect moment of my life.
I press my cock against her opening. Her precious opening. The one we are—correction,were—going to auction to some fucker sick enough to want to see a virgin bleed.
“You good, baby?” I ask, just hovering.
Her eyes are half-closed and her lips are full and pink, just like her pussy. “Yeah.”
“What do you want, Charleigh?” I whisper, wondering how long my control will last.
She looks at me, her hair fanned out around her head like a fucking mermaid. She reaches for my ass and digs her nails into me, propelling me forward.
I know she wants what I want. But I want her to say it. Say it out loud for both of us, like she’s blessing this thing we are giving each other.
In a barely discernible whisper, she answers. “Fuck me, Vadik. I want you to fuck me.”
I’m not one for virgins. I get no rush out of being someone’s first, some guy a woman will supposedly remember and talk about for the rest of her life. I don’t need that honor. It’s a messy business, and I don’t mean just because of the possibility of blood. There’s this vulnerability, this fragility, that any decent man should feel responsible for. Not that many do.
I haven’t.
But I do want Charleigh to remember me. Years from now, when she’s doing whatever she’s doing, I want her to think back, maybe even smile, and recall the strange circumstances under which she met a man like me. I want her to remember that I fucked her with care, that I made her come, and that she felt beautiful afterward.
And loved.
Fuck. I did not just saylove.
“Guide me.”
There’s no way I’m going to slide into her tight pussy without a hand to steer me.
