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“God, yes,” she moans. I guide her down, so she’s flat on the desktop and pull her gorgeous ass to the edge. I guide my cock into her. She’s so fucking tight and wet. I slam into her fully and rip through her cherry. I start shooting off at the thought that I am the only man to ever be inside of her. I’m the only man that ever will be. She screams, and I pause. “Fuck, that hurt more than I thought it would,” she murmurs.
“Sorry, sugar. It won’t hurt again." I lean down and kiss her until she starts squirming on my cock. “Ready?”
“Oh, yeah,” she cries as I pull all the way out of her and see my cock tinged with her blood, and slam back into her. This feels so good. So fucking good. I have to touch her all over, anywhere I can. I slide my hands over her tits and down her soft, rounded belly before using her hips and thighs for leverage as I make her mine. Finally, she meets me thrust for thrust, her tight pussy squeezing the life out of my cock.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, so strong. You’re my queen, taking my cock so good. You’re such a good girl,” I growl as I pound into her, my hips moving faster than they ever have before. Nothing has ever felt so right. So good. So mine.
“Don’t stop. You feel so good inside of me,” she cries. Her nails rake down my chest as she struggles to hold on to me as I fuck into her faster and faster. She tenses up, and I know she’s close.
“That’s it, sugar. Come for me. Come on my cock. Good girl,” I groan as she flexes her inner muscles as she comes, my name on her lips. Her orgasm triggers my own, and I fill her with my seed. When my cock finally stops spraying her, I pull out of her. My cum rushes out of her, and I don’t want that, so I use two fingers and shove it back into her. My palm hits her clit as I thrust my fingers into her.
“Alton! Oh, God. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” I jerk my cock as I finger her. When she comes, I come, spraying it all over her tits, belly, thighs, and pussy. I mark her as mine, like a caveman. I pull my fingers from her pussy and shove one of them into her mouth. She licks it clean. I pull it from her mouth with a wet pop, bring the other one to my mouth, and lick our combined essence from my finger. “Wow… is it always like that?” she asks, sitting up. I kiss her before answering her. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me back. I reluctantly release her and step back. I find my boxers and pull them on as she hops down from the desk.
“No, baby. That was fucking epic,” I say, meaning it. That was hands down the best sex of my life, and I get to have it with her for the rest of it. I’m a lucky man. I watch her as she pulls her panties on, followed by her bra, dress, and shoes. “Good luck getting an annulment now,” I say, but I regret it as soon as I do.
Fuck.
Chapter Eight
Lavinia
I’m drunk on him, so it takes me a second for his words to register, but when they do, I’m pissed. Instantly sobered. How dare he? Who does he think he is?
“Excuse me, did you fuck me so that I couldn’t leave you?”
“What? No.”
“Bullshit, Alton. I should have known better, but of course, I’m stupid. Ill-prepared for the world and for men like you. Egotistical asshole. I’ve got to get out of here,” I shout.
“Lavinia, calm down,” he says, grabbing my arm. I wrench away from him.
“Don’t tell me to calm down,” I say, opening his office door with such force it bounces off of the wall behind it. That’s the worst thing he could say to me right now. I’m out the door and down the hall we came in from in a second.
“Where the fuck are you going, Lavinia?” he shouts, and for the first time, I fully realize we are in the church. I just had sex in church and cursed up a storm. Who am I?
“Away from you,” I retort, like a petulant child.
“Lavinia,” he begins, but I cut him off. He grabs my arm again, but I can’t deal with this right now. My emotions are too high.
“Stop. Let me go.” I turn away from him and open the door.
“Will you come back?” he asks softly, and my heart breaks. I walk out the door instead of answering him. As soon as the door closes behind me, I start crying. I’m not usually a crier. I learned a long time ago that tears solve nothing, but a month with that man has caused me to shed more than ever.
