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Katrina moans lowly and grips my hair. She cries out in pleasure. My name gasps from her lips as she clings to me. Her hips push against my mouth wantonly.
I’m drunk off of her. I’m addicted to the taste of her instantly. I lick up and down her dewy slit, from her asshole to her clit until she’s trembles against me. My hands slide around to grip her ass. I groan into her, tonguing her harder. I push her more and more, tasting her deeply until she’s shaking and gasping.
“I want you to come,” I snarl into her cunt. “I want this pussy to come for me.” I wrap my lips around her clit and suck mercilessly. I tongue her relentlessly. I grip her tight ass as she clenches and moans. And suddenly, she gasps sharply.
“Micheal!” She screams as her body shudders. I can taste it when she comes. Her sweet desire floods my tongue, and I groan against her. Her body caves and trembles for me. She grinds her pussy against my mouth shamelessly, crying out. I keep my mouth on her pussy. I tongue her slowly as she shudders and clings to me.
She takes a shaky breath when I pull away. I look up at her, my eyes fierce with lust. My cock is harder than it’s ever been—so hard it may very well rip a hole through my suit pants. And I want her. I want her with every part of me.
I want to sit her on the edge of this vanity and sink my cock to the hilt in her pretty cunt. I want to plunge into her until all she knows is the feel of me stretching her open. I want my cum dripping lewdly from her pink slit. And I want hernow.
I stand and grip her waist. I lift her, making her gasp as I set her ass down on the vanity behind her. I grab her thighs and shove them wide apart. Katrina trembles and whimpers. I yank at my belt roughly when suddenly, her eyes slide to mine.
“I’m a virgin!”
The words blurt from her soft lips. I freeze. My brow furrows, unsure of what I’ve just heard.
“You’re…” I frown.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. Her face falls and she drops her eyes to the floor.
“No, you…” I shake my head. “You’re twenty-three.”
“I know.”
“And you…”
She looks up at me and shakes her head. “I’m sorry.”
I groan. My hands fall from my belt. Christ, what did I almost just do? Have I lost my fucking mind? Have I lost myself entirely? I’ve never claimed to be a good man. But I’m no monster. Taking her this way though? Taking her rough, fueled by my lust for her?
I’ve killed men in cold blood before. But this… this would make me a monster.
I drop my hands from her. I take a breath, and I back away. But God help me, knowing now that no other man has ever touched her has my cock somehow even harder. I groan to myself, surging with lust. I know it’s fucked up. And I know this might actually make me a monster. But all I can think is that her innocence is nowmineto take. Mine, and mine alone. I growl, clenching my hands into fists.
“Micheal, I’m sorry…”
I shake my head. “You have nothing to be fucking sorry for, Katrina,” I growl. I move close to her. My eyes fall to her lips. Christ, they’re like magnets I can’t escape from. I groan and lower my mouth to hers. I kiss her hungrily and deeply. My cock surges against her.
When she moans, my hands slide over her waist. They tease up her sides, cupping her tits. One slides to the front of her dress. My fingers begin to pluck at the ties that hold the front of it closed. She gasps. She pulls back, and her eyes spark into mine.
“Are you going to…”
“No,” I growl. “Not here. Not like this.”
But I need more of her. I want my mouth on every inch of her skin. My free hand moves up to cup her face. She breathes heavily, panting. My thumb traces her soft pouty lips, and she whimpers. She opens her mouth. Her eyes hold mine as my thumb slips between her lips. I groan, feeling my cock pulse.
Her tongue slides over my thumb. I start to open the front of her wedding dress, and she presses her cheek to my palm. She hesitates for a moment. Her eyes flutter open and she half turns.
“Your hand… are you hurt?”
I shake my head. “An old injury.”
Her eyes slide to mine. I groan and lean in to kiss her again. My hand pulls open her dress, baring the slope of her tits. My fingers trace down soft skin, and then over the thin chain of a necklace. The pendant hangs against the tempting valley of her chest. My fingers toy with it.
I pull away from her panting, eager mouth. My lips move to her neck. Then her collarbone. The control it’s taking to not shred her clothes off and bury my cock in her virgin pussy is insane. I’m shaking from the effort. I pull back to peel the rest of her dress away.
My eyes land on the locket in my fingers. My heart stops. My entire body freezes. What I’m looking at can’t be real. But I know it is.
