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Rage pulses through my veins, and a deep growl escapes when her perfect tits spill out without a fucking bra on to keep them in place.
She dared to go out like this. To have another man brush up against her tits, feeling how hard her nipples get.
All the rage I feel evaporates the instant she flattens against the mattress, legs opening wide, giving me an unobstructed view of her soaking cunt ready for my cock. She’s fucking perfect.
Her fingers travel along my arms and chest, dancing along every ab, every ridge, and every tight muscle as if memorizing the feel of me.
She brings her roaming hand up to my cheek before kissing me, hungry and desperate. Every high, every euphoric feeling I’ve had before her vanishes within seconds, only to be replaced by her.
At this moment, there is nothing between us and no barrier in my way as my cock glides along the heat of her entrance that’s slick with her mixture of arousal and cum.
Reaching down, I stroke my length several times to alleviate the painful throbbing. But no matter how many times I stroke, the throbbing remains. There’s only one thing my cock wants, and it isn’t my hand.
A soft moan escapes from her plump lips when my kiss travels down her jaw to her chest, sucking her pink nipples into my mouth, my tongue swirling around each hardened bud.
“I need you to fuck me,” she pants.
“I want this—more than I’ve ever wanted anything. But I need you to be sure. There won’t be any coming back after this, Lexy. From us,” I state, my voice tighter than ever.
I can’t wake up hearing “that was a mistake” on her lips tomorrow. I couldn’t take it. Not from her.
“I know what I want, Saint,” she states firmly, fire blazing in the depths of her blue eyes. “Don’t make me beg.”
“You don’t have to beg for what’s already yours, Angel. If you want it, take it.”
“Do you have protection?”
My head swings to my jeans, remembering the condom I keep in my wallet. How the fuck did I forget? I’ve always been so careful. Always!
“Yeah. Stay right there. Don’t move an inch.”
Reaching into the back pocket, I fish out the condom from my wallet but ask the question I know I’ve been dreading because it will give me my answer.
“Are you on the pill or anything?”
She shyly shakes her head, looking away from me, then clears her throat.
“I’ve um… I’ve never done this before. You’re going to be my first.”
Your first and your last, Angel.
She studies me with fascination as I stroke my shaft several times before rolling on the condom.
I didn’t miss the quick lick of her lips at the pre-cum gathered on my tip. Usually, I would have a girl blow me before I fuck her hard, firing filthy commands to take my cock like a dirty slut, but that can come later. Tonight, I need to break her in gently.
Her brows furrow, making me worry she’s changed her mind.
“What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?”
“No. I…”
She turns her face away, but I cup her cheek, forcing her eyes to stay on mine.
“Look at me. Tell me what’s wrong?”
“It’s just…” she nips her bottom lip, her nerves starting to show. “Are you sure it will fit? I’ve never done this before, and it’s bigger than I thought it would be.”
“You can take it,” I say to reassure her. “We’ll go at a pace you’re comfortable with.”
