“I want it to be you,” I protested as he stopped pacing and turned to look at me. “Please.”
“I can’t, Darby,” he replied, the look of regret crossing over his features. “Girls always remember their first and this can only ever be sex for me. I won’t be here for you, I won’t be in your life when this is allover. I don’t want your first time tainted by someone who won’t be around anymore. I can’t.”
Pain lashed across my chest, making it hard to breathe. I knew he felt more for me, but he was pushing me away. Humiliation coursed through me at an alarming rate, my body suddenly growing cold.
“Well at least you got what you wanted,” I spat, angrily. I moved to grab my clothes but he stopped me, pulling me up to stand in front of him. His eyes were wild and he was cupping my face in his hands.
“Why me?” he asked, his voice tight and teetering on the edge.
“I want it to be with someone I trust, someone I like, someone who will treat me like I’m beautiful. I trust you, Kendrick, I trust you more than most people I’ve ever met.”
His lips crashed down onto mine, taking the air from me. I clutched onto his shoulders as he pulled me against him, his cock pushing up between us. I wanted so desperately for him to push into me. I didn’t care that it was going to hurt. I knew he was probably right. I would remember this for the rest of my life, and I was okay with that. I was totally fine with always remembering him, and this night. But if I had my way, there was no way he wasn’t going to be part of my future.
“You have to be sure, princess,” he groaned against my lips. “Are you sure?”
I nodded. “Please, Kendrick, please. I want it to be you.”
His lips crashed back down onto mine before he pushed me onto the bed, positioning me between the pillows before he dipped lower, and took my clit into his mouth again, his fingers strumming inside of me. I was writhing underneath him as I felt my body come alive with his mouth and fingers. I had enough time to grab onto the pillows before my orgasm ripped through me hard. Breathless, I barely had time to focus on him moving between my legs, and dipping his cock between my folds.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Darby,” he said, his voice deep and thick. It did things to me to see him admiring my body, the way he reacted when I kissed him, and the way his cock was hard for me even when he was trying to push away from me. “This is going to hurt a little, but I promise, it’ll feel better soon.”
I nodded, bracing myself for pain, as he edged himself in a little further. I moaned when his thumb found my clit and he traced lazy circles over it, while he buried himself in more.
“You ready?”
“Yes!”’ I cried out in frustration. He pushed into me harder and sat there, buried in me fully. The pain shot through me hard, but he held onto me, before he pulled out a little bit and did it again, and again. It felt like someone had taken sandpaper to the insides of my pussy and he was rubbing it over and over again.
Slowly, my body eased and I felt the familiar pullings of an orgasm coming over me. I could barely brace before it tumbled over, my pussy squeezing his cock hard.
“Jesus,” Rebel cried out. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I thought I may have hurt him, but he only looked down at me with renewed desire as he gripped my hips, his cock moving in and out of me at a faster pace. A new wave of pleasure rocked through me as his cock slammed over and over into me, my arousal making it easy for him to move.
“Fuck, baby,” he said. “I’m going to come so fucking hard.”
“Do it,” I cried out. “Do it, Kendrick, please.”
It was almost as if he wasn’t sure if he should, before he hammered into me, over and over again, the sounds of our bodies slapping together loud in the air, but nothing would take away from the sight of him falling apart as he came, hard and fast, crying out my name.
Rebel
I was spent, but my mind was wide awake as I lay in bed, with Darby on my side, her fingers trailing little circles around the artwork tattooed on my chest. It was oddly comforting even after the last few rounds of sex. For a virgin, I was surprised how eager she was to have sex after the first round, but she had been insatiable. A minx pouncing on me and riding me until I couldn’t help but cry out her name over and over again.
I wasn’t complaining, I fucking loved it, but I didn’t want her to think she could just jump on my dick whenever she wanted me to stay. She deserved more than this life, more than I could ever give her. I didn’t want her to stick around to witness my father’s legacy come to life in me. I’d never hurt her, if I even thought of it, I would kill myself.
Darby had to be protected at all costs.
Fuck.
The little wench had grown on me. I had to stop thinking about this. I had to stop thinking about someone else filling that sweet pussy, tasting her, because I’d hunt them down and kill them.
Mine.
That possessive little thought in my head was winning and I needed it to be gone. She couldn’t ever be mine.
“Tell me about your books,” I demanded, remembering that whenever she was bored, she would pull out her kindle device and start reading. “What type of books are they?”
“Romance,” she said, smiling into my chest.
