Page 63 of The Man Upstairs


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“I don’t care. There is the morning after pill, and I am due on my period, and–”

“This is lunacy,” he said, interrupting me, but all I could do was smile.

“Maybe it is, sure, but I don’t care.”

“This is lust talking. Not common sense.”

“So was threatening a guy’s life this morning… but you did that for me.”

He looked at me like I was a princess. He stroked my face in return.

“That wasn’tlusttalking, Rosie.”

“No? Then what was it?”

“That was… love.”

Love.

I couldn’t believe he said that.

“Do it, then,” I said. “Show me a different kind of love. Be my first.”

“You drive me fucking insane,” he said.

“Ditto,” I replied.

He got to his feet, pushed his trousers down, along with his boxers, and kicked them away, standing before me like a naked Adonis. I only had a few seconds to admire him before he climbed on top of me and landed his mouth on mine, kissing me with absolute passion.

“Don’t prepare me for it,” I said between kisses. “I want your cock to be the first thing inside me.”

He was breathing hard in my face, as he positioned himself. I felt his huge dick working against my pussy, and I was shaking with nervous excitement.

“Nice and steady,” he said.

I cried out as he worked his hips and began to push inside me, but I wouldn’t let him stop. Not for anything. I moaned for him, and I whimpered for him, and his big hands gripped my ribs. I felt the pain, the stretch, and I saw the adoration in his gaze.Feltthat adoration –love– as he pushed some more.

“Fuck,” he said, “you’re so fucking tight.”

He wasn’t wrong. It burned so bad it felt like he was trying to get his fist inside me. I pushed against him and that was the encouragement he needed.

“Fuck,” he said again, and I cried out, a beautiful cry and it really did feel like something had snapped inside me as his cock filled me.

There were no more words.

My body moved against him, taking his cock deeper and deeper until he cried out with a “Fuck, yes!” and pushed right in, all the way.

I twisted my head to the side, teeth gritted, whimpering as he ground his hips some more.

He’d done it. He was inside me. I wasn’t a virgin anymore.

Sex wasn’t like I expected. Julian didn’t pump back and forth like I’d seen on video. He circled his hips rather than moving in and out, and it was the strangest sensation – a burn of pain mixed with pressure, in a spot that I didn’t know existed, deep inside.

I was whimpering with both hurt and need at the same time.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, braced up on his arms.

I shook my head. “No way.”

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