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She blindly obeyed. She was emotionally numb but felt every jolt of electricity he was shooting into her body.
He slipped her shirt over her upstretched arms before unsnapping and removing her bra, freeing her breasts. For a moment, she felt self-conscious. Her breasts weren’t small and perky, and when he removed her bra, they had drooped, theirheaviness pulling them down. If he noticed, his face didn’t show it. Instead, she saw a spark of desire in his gaze.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. He lifted one of the heavy mounds and massaged it. Squeezing, kneading, and twisting the tips of her nipples, he spent a few minutes focusing on the two large mounds.
Her body ignited with the fire he stoked. She couldn’t predict the next sensation. He brought pleasure with his gentle strokes and soft kisses, then suddenly, he pinched and twisted her flesh, bringing a flash of pain. Unsure of what would come next, pain or pleasure, she could only ride the rollercoaster that was drenching her panties as moans of pleasure escaped her lips.
Releasing her breast, he kissed down her navel to the waistband of her jeans. Unbuckling them, he slipped down her pants and panties. Cupping her mound, he parted her folds, slipping his finger between the lips. His fingers stroked her swollen, throbbing clit, the magical little button he found the night before. She felt fevered, panting hard. He petted it with slow, light motions, driving her wild with need.
She grasped the edge of the bathtub to steady herself.
“Oh God,” she cried out.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes! Oh, yes! Don’t stop! Please! I need you.”
He lowered her to the cold, tile floor and freeing his cock, grasped her ass from behind, lifted it, and penetrated her.
The pain achingly sharp when he entered her, she cried out from the shock and pain. She had never felt anything like it.
He stilled. “Frankie, baby.”
Her eyes were closed as she tried to get used to the stretching between her legs. The pain was turning to a dull ache.
“Francesca,” he said sharply.
She opened her eyes to see a very concerned Shane staring down at her.
“Are you a virgin?”
She bit her lip. Wiggling her waist, she thrust her hips forward, offering herself to him.
“More,” she begged.
“Frankie, love. Are you a virgin?”
“Uh-huh,” she answered, the sound coming out as a guttural moan. “I need you,” she moaned, her vision blurred from desire. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Damnit, Frankie, had I known…”
“You wouldn’t have?”
“Of course, I would have, but not on the fucking bathroom floor.” He pulled out of her, scooped her into his arms, and carried her into the bedroom. Laying her head on the pillows, he stripped out of his pants and climbed over her. It only took a minute, at most, but she was tossing her head in frustration.
“I’m not taking your virginity on the bathroom floor,” he said. He slowly entered her again… too slowly.
“Shaaane,” she begged.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hurt me! Please, hurt me!”
“You don’t know what those words do to me.” He seated himself inside her and didn’t move for a minute.
She squirmed beneath him, moving side to side, trying to push him into moving inside her. She wanted… more. She wasn’t sure what, but she wanted it. She was going to die if he didn’t give it to her and soon.
“Please.”
