Page 33 of The Prez’s Daughter

Which is why she grabbed both straps of her negligee, pulled it off, and threw it to the floor. She didn’t look at Savage, because she didn’t want to lose her nerve in case he didn’t like what he saw. Wriggling out of her matching purple panties, she too stood naked before Savage.

Her hands clenched into fists, as the urge to cover herself was so strong, but she hid it. Instead, she forced herself to look at him and the way he stared back at her was what filled her with the confidence to step forward, one foot in front of the other, as she closed that distance between them, and then tilted her head back to look up at him. Savage was taller than her. Even as she shook and felt like a bundle of nerves, she reached out and put a finger on his stomach. Slowly, she looked into his eyes as she slid her hand down and touched him.

“What if I told you I wanted you to be my first? What if I don’t care about everything outside? I’ve done that my whole life. It’s why my parents don’t know the extent of the bullying. Why I don’t tell them everything. But right now, Savage, I don’t want to do the right thing.” She wrapped her fingers around his length, working from the base up to the tip, and back down again. “I want to be with you. I want to feel you inside me. I want to learn everything that makes you tick. I want to be everything you want.”

“You want to be mine?” he asked.

“Yes.” There was no hesitation.

She let out a cry as he shoved her hand out of the way, then she was picked up and thrust over his shoulder. All Charlotte could do was hold on as he carried her through to the bedroom. He didn’t give her a chance to think, complain, or say anything as he shoved her to the bed, but he wasn’t done there. Savage moved her up the bed, following along with her as he kissed her neck.

“You want to give me whatever I want?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Even though I want to take your virginity? I want that blood on my dick, and I never want you to look at another man. I don’t want you to have any other cock but mine.”

She moaned. “There is no one else.”

“Good.”

He kissed down her neck, and this was so different from the time at Paulie’s, as he took her nipples into his mouth. He wasn’t gentle, but he also didn’t cause her pain. It merged between the two, where it was pleasure and pain combined, and she didn’t know if she wanted it to stop or keep going. She felt completely mindless. The pleasure was so intense.

And then, he kissed down, grazing across her stomach but going further, until he got to her pussy. This time, he slid his hands beneath her ass, holding her in place as he started to lick and suck at her pussy. His mouth danced across her clit, and then he took her bud into his mouth, biting down. She cried out and the sound echoed around the walls. He didn’t let up and it was pleasure overload.

When she came apart in her orgasm, she was not expecting it, but she yelled his name at the top of her lungs, unable to stop herself. He growled against her body, and then kissed her clit just once, before moving up between her thighs. She felt the head of his cock graze against her pussy, and she looked up at him.

“This is going to hurt,” he said.

She didn’t get chance to nod as Savage slammed hard and deep inside her. The pain was instant, and she tried to stop herself from screaming, but there was no way she was able to contain it, as it took her completely by surprise. Even though she expected it.

His cock was rock-hard, but the moment he was deep inside her, with nowhere else to go, his body surrounded her.

Tears blurred her vision.

She was no longer a virgin.

Charlotte had given it to Savage.

“I’ve got you. I’m not letting go. You’re mine now, Charlotte, just as I am yours. You got me?” he asked.

She nodded her head.

“I’m not letting you go.”

It was everything she wanted to hear, but she also wanted the pain to stop. At first, she didn’t think it was ever going to, and started to believe there might be something wrong with her. Then, slowly, it ebbed away. There was no pain, and she felt the fullness of his cock and how it pulsed within her, and she didn’t just want to lay there and wait. She needed to know how it felt.

And so, she wriggled against him, just a little, and she gasped.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“That felt good,” she said.

He smirked. “You want some more?” he asked.

She nodded her head. “Yes, I want some more.”

He pulled out of her, just a little, a couple of inches, and then slammed inside her. She gasped, arching up to him, but she didn’t want him to stop. There was no pain. Just immense pleasure.