“Fuck,” she mumbled under her breath. “Is it all in?”
I wasn’t even halfway in yet.
This would take a while.
I moved gently, in and out of her pussy. The more I repeated the gesture, the more her body adjusted to my careful thrusts.
In. Out.
In. Out.
With time, the penetration became smooth enough to send jolts of pleasure across her body. Not pain. When I glanced down at my cock, there was blood on my cap, hinting that I’d broken her hymen.
I lifted her leg in the air, caressed her thigh, and kissed her lips while driving into her with gentle strokes. She wrapped her arms around my neck, moaning in my ear the further into her I drove.
My waist ground against hers, and with each thrust, I drew a soft purr from her mouth. She raked her nails down my back, her hips swaying with the same rhythm as mine.
“Harder,” she whispered in my ear.
At first, I wasn’t sure I heard right until she repeated it. “Harder—fuck me harder.”
She looked into my eyes, her teeth grazing her lower lip as if wanting more of me. Sprawled beneath me, she surrendered to my authority, her face a mask of pleasure.
Gradually, I upped my tempo, grinding faster as she requested.
“I don’t even know why I’m letting this happen,” she confessed. “But it feels so good.”
The room pulsed with hurried motion as I pushed deeper and deeper into her. My strokes were relentless, every move driven by something fierce and primal.
“Fuck!” she cried out, bucking her hips for deeper connection. “I hate how much I want you so badly right now.”
“Then tell me to stop, and I will.”
“Don’t you fuckin’ stop,” she warned me.
She was driving me crazy, and she didn’t even know. The faster I moved, the closer I drew to finishing, but I held it back in and kept going. The sound of her sweet moans was pushing me to my limit. With every second, I felt myself coming apart, close to climax.
I let out a guttural growl, burying myself deeper inside her. The tension snapped in one final, shuddering release as I filled her up with my load. The initial plan was to withdraw before the release, but the feeling was so good that it had glued to her.
Spent and breathless, I collapsed onto the damp sheets beside her, heart pounding in sync with hers. Neither of us said a word to each other, and I couldn’t help feeling a grim satisfaction.
There’s a really good chance that after now, she might hate me for this. And maybe hate herself too for letting a man like me between her legs.
Considering that we came from different worlds, I was definitely the last person on Earth she’d give her innocence to.
However, despite how much hatred she might have for me, she was never going to forget me. Never. I’d claimed her in every sense of the word—she belonged to me now.
She would be angry at me. Yes. But she would also crave more, and I’d be here to give it to her.
Chapter 13 – Blair
The next morning, I lay sprawled on my belly, the sheets draped loosely over my waist. My thighs were left bare—exposed, my hair a tangled mess, and my skin still tinged with his warmth. The intoxicating scent of his cologne lingered in the air, wrapping around me like silk.
I lay there, basking in the comfort and warmth his king-sized bed provided. The memory of last night came rushing into my head, those erotic images flashing in my mind, occupying every thought.
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, my heart raced in my chest, but despite myself, I couldn’t deny the satisfaction I felt. My body was still aching, and my cunt was still a bit sore—but none of that could be compared to the fulfillment that coursed through me.
I heaved a heavy sigh, suppressing the smile breaking out of me. I should hate myself for giving in to the temptation of last night. I should beat myself up and feel nothing but repulsion toward him. But surprisingly, that wasn’t the case.
