But I don’t have time to say that out loud, because a voice rings in the near distance.
“Barry? Petra?” A pause. “Someone saw you come this way. Are you out here?”
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Barry
It’s my brother.
One of the voices in this world that I would recognize anywhere and yet, it takes me a full ten seconds to comprehend that anyone might exist besides Petra. I stare down at the flushed girl beneath me in wonder, simultaneously thunderstruck by her perfection and ashamed of myself for mauling her in the mud, like some base creature out of a nightmare.
But I remember those hot tremors that coursed through her pussy and squeezed me like a fucking sausage grinder moments ago, and I know I would do it all over again. In fact, I want to put my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet and do it all over againright now.
My hand creeps over her mouth and she blinks up at me, acquiescent. Trusting.
That’s what stops me from taking her again. At least, for now.
I’ve demolished her on the ground, mere yards from a public walking trail. Taken her virginity like an uncontrollable brute.And if she hadn’t demanded I pull out, I’d have put a baby in her belly as sure as I’m lying here.
The thought makes my cock stiffen and I circle my hips, grunting.
No.
No, I shouldn’t.
I shouldn’t want this so bad. To impregnant Petra, who is only beginning her life. I shouldn’t want to tie her down and obligate her to me, a recluse. An ugly one, at that. A repellant man who startles people in diners or in the street.
I couldn’t do that to this dynamic, dazzling girl.
But Christ, I want to.
I want to carry her back to our room over my shoulder, tie her to the bed, and skip the wedding so I can spend the next twenty-four hours raw dogging her.
She doesn’t want that, though.
She doesn’t want me. Not permanently.
This is a job for her. Nothing more. She’s here because she feltbadfor me.
Reluctantly, I cease crushing Petra’s body and stand up, hanging my head while I fix my half-erect dick back into my jeans, carefully zipping up. Meanwhile, Petra sits up slowly, looking disoriented, hair mussed, her belly still covered in my semen.
“I-is that your brother?” she whispers, feeling around for her shorts and panties.
“Yes,” I say. “I’ll go see what he wants. Take your time.”
She gives me a solemn glance. “Okay.”
I swallow. “Is something wrong?”
“No.” Her chest rises and falls, a lump moving in her throat. “It’s just that…last night and this morning, we did this really intimate thing and then, I…think…”
“You think…”
“A hug would be good afterward. I think it would keep me from feeling lonely.”
The air is swept straight out of my lungs. “Lonely?”
“Yes. I feel like we’re part of each other one minute, then in the next…we’re separate.” Her bottom lip quivers slightly, and it shreds my gut to ribbons. “I don’t want to feel separated so soon, I guess.”
