By the time he finishes, I want all his words to come true. All his lies to become my truth, and this feeling only intensifies when he takes his hands off my body and goes to unzip his jeans. When he pulls his t-shirt up slightly to reveal his cut abs and pushes his jeans down and gets out his dick and I swear to God I want to savor the moment.
I want to look at it, at his cock, at his stomach, his bare skin. I want to memorize everything.
It’s the last time, see. The first and the last.
But I don’t get to do any of that.
Because before I can even blink, he’s pushed my panties aside, exposing me, and then he’s there. At my hole.
The head of his cock is there and, still holding my panties, he raises his hips and pushes in.
He rams his way into my core and all my thoughts vanish. They leach out of my mouth in long groans and gasps as my mouth falls open and my spine arches up against the front seat of his Mustang.
And my hands.
They claw into his forearms, drawing blood. Because I’ve never felt this before. I’ve never felt this kind of pain.
It explodes in my stomach and coats my eyes with thick tears.
Tears for him.
Exactly what he wanted.
And even in this pain, my broken heart smiles. Mystupidbroken heart smiles and spins inside my chest, knowing that I gave him what he wanted.
After hurting him so much, lying to him so much tonight.
Because yeah, I was lying.
Or rather, I let him make assumptions.
Because I haven’t done this before. No one’s been inside my body before tonight.
Before him.
I did meet a Toby, yes. I did kiss him, but that was it. I couldn’t mislead him when I was still hung up on someone else. I couldn’t kiss him because I wasn’t kissing him, I was kissing the guy who broke my heart.
The guy who’s taken my virginity tonight without even knowing.
He never would’ve done this otherwise. I know that.
His protectiveness would’ve stopped him and I wanted this to end.
He’s so strange, this villain.
Whose hips are raised and whose body is taut and bowed under me and who’s breathing into my neck, puffing out warm breaths.
Who’s lodged so deep inside of me that I can feel him throbbing. I can feel him pulsing as I try to draw breath. As I try to dull my own throbbing.
My own pulsating, beating core that is wracked with pain.
And I think just like I can feel him, feel his dick beating inside me like a heart, he can feel my channel pulse around his rod as well.
He lifts his head and looks up at me. His lips are wet and parted like mine and his eyes are drugged and shimmering as he looks into my wet ones.
His jaw clenches at my tears and I know, despite everything he said, despite all his anger and jealousy, he’s brimming with regret.
And he proves me right when he carefully, oh so carefully, reaches up and wipes off a lone tear that had fallen down my cheek without me even knowing. He not only wipes my tear but he also wraps his big, strong arms around me and hugs me to his chest.
