I’ll live as the man with the permanent hard-on. They’ll write medical papers about me, but they’ll never guess that it was this curvy little ray of sunshine who did it.
I’ll hide her away from the rest of humanity. Just the thought that another man might see her makes me want to destroy the world. No one can have her. She’s only for me. I’m the only one who gets to taste her perfect pussy and feel it snapping tightly around my dick.
I grab a small pillow and toss it behind her before I roll her over on it. She gasps at the way her hips are raised.
“That’s to make sure you feel every inch,” I explain, rucking up her dress. Her ruined panties are in my pocket, a souvenir from the hottest moment of my life.
She spreads her thighs, eager for what I’m about to give her. Just the sight of her wet center has my mouth watering again. I can still taste her juices on my tongue.
There’s only enough rational thought left in my brain to focus on one thing–getting a condom on. Fuck, I wish she knew it were me with her. Wish she wanted to carry my baby as much as I want to give her one.
But if she knew it were me behind this mask, would she still be lying on her back and gazing up at me with so much trust written on her sweet face?
I’m not sure I want to know the answer to that question, so I distract myself by rolling on the condom.
I don’t even bother getting out of my clothes. I’m too far gone to do more than push my pants down. Later, we’ll explore each other’s bodies. There will be time later, I desperately reassure myself. If I think it enough, it will come true.
The moment the condom is on, I’m rolling over and sliding into her body. Nothing in life prepared me for this moment, for the way her heat would grip me so perfectly or the way my heart would beat for the first time at her little sigh.
“I know,” I murmur at the wonder in her expression. After this, I have to find a way to make her fall in love with me. I can’t give her up. Not after knowing what it feels like to have her beneath me so beautifully undone.
“It’s amazing.” She writhes against me, rolling her hips. “I didn’t know…you’d…feel this…good.”
I slip my thumb between our bodies, desperate to know what it feels like when she’s coming. I got a little taste of it earlier but now, I need to feel it from the inside out. I need to see her face this time.
“You are beautiful,” I whisper, the truth torn from my throat. I can’t imagine ever being with anyone else. I’ve spent my whole life waiting. But I never expected that I would actually get a miracle, and that is exactly what Joy Jolly is. She is my personal miracle.
“Wait,” she gasps. “I have to...tell you…”
I don’t care about whatever she’s going to confess. All I care about is watching her come undone one more time. I have to have this. Then at least I can go to my grave knowing what she looks like when she’s coming on my cock.
“Tell me later.” As soon as I say the words, I press my lips to hers. I sweep my tongue into her mouth, swallowing her gasps and her cries as she rides out her orgasm.
I follow her over the edge, spilling into the condom, and desperately wishing all of my seed was going into her.
As the pleasure recedes, I press a soft kiss to her forehead and pull out of her carefully. I dispose of the condom quickly, noting the pink streaks. I want to pound on my chest at the proof of her virginity, at knowing I was the one she chose as her first.
When I return to the room, I find her right where I left her. I join her on the bed, relieved she isn’t already trying to leave me. I stretch out and pull her over my chest. I need to feel her weight against me. Need her to anchor me, so I know this isn’t another one of my late-night fantasies. She’s here. She’s real. She’s with me.
“What did you need to tell me?” I finally ask when I’ve built up enough nerve. I’ve run straight into dangerous situations and never once blinked. But here, with Joy sprawled across my chest, this feels like the most dangerous thing I’ve ever done.
“It doesn’t matter anymore.” She sounds sad, and it breaks my heart. I don’t want the night to end like this. I want her to leave with a smile on her face.
“I was thinking about ordering room service. What would you like?” I ask to distract both of us from the painful ending that’s coming in a few minutes.
If I can have just a few more minutes in her presence, just a few more stolen hours together. That will be enough to get me through for the rest of my life. It has to be.
“Have you ever done this before?” Her voice is tentative when she asks the question, like she doesn’t really want to know the answer.
“Ordered room service before?” I ask because I’m not sure what she wants to know. But I will never lie to her. I love her with every beat of my heart.
“Hooked up with a stranger. Who am I kidding? You’re beautiful. Of course you’ve hooked up with other people.” She tries to rise from my chest. She wants to get away from this conversation. But I can’t have her running away, not while she’s thinking what she’s thinking.
I tighten my hold on her. “This is the first and the only time I’ve ever done this.”
She searches my face for a long moment then she says so softly I almost miss her words. “Me too.”
“You’re a really good kisser.” She just looks so damn lonely. I don’t want her to be lonely. I want her to be happy when she’s with me. Always so damn happy. It’s my mission in life, my purpose, to make her happy.
