Page 58 of Convincing the Catcher

“More. Please, Cane. Don’t stop.”

“You want my cock, pretty girl?” I murmur, my head spinning. “Now that you’ve felt what it’s like to have it … you need it again?”

“Y-yes,” she whines.

I sink back inside her, and her pussy clenches around my dick like it’s trying to strangle me. Her nails begin to claw at my back, no doubt from just as much pain as pleasure, but she also begins to moan. She tries to do her best to keep it quiet because even though the door is shut, she’s probably scared her mom could wake up. I know I am at least.

“You feel so good,” I breathe out. “Your pussy is taking every inch of me so fucking good, baby. Like a fucking pro.”

“Cane,” she pleads.

When her hips lift, hitting against mine and pushing my cock in even deeper, my head starts to spin. I know what’s going to happen, and I know I’m not going to be able to stop it either.

“We should slow down …” I groan. “If not, I’m going to⁠—”

“Don’t stop!” she cuts me off, digging her nails deeper and deeper, damn near drawing blood.

“Tell me, Harland,” I choke out. “Tell me that you want me to come inside of you.”

“Yes … please,” she whimpers. “I think … I think I’m going to⁠—"

She doesn’t finish her sentence, and I feel her pussy begin to quiver and her body squirm beneath mine. And when she starts to moan loudly and I’m almost crying out in ecstasy, I bring my mouth to hers, eating up every moan she gives me while I slip my tongue into her mouth.

I come hard. I come so fucking hard, in fact, that my vision goes black, and for a few seconds, I swear I lose consciousness. When I come to, her nails are slowly retracting from my flesh and her pussy has stopped shuddering against my cock.

Pulling back, I look down at her. Her cheeks are a rosy color, and her pupils are huge. I’m scared for her reaction, but when she tilts her head to the side and smiles up at me, I sigh in relief.

“Thank you,” she whispers, tears filling her eyes, but the smile stays on her lips. “Thank you so much.”

Kissing her forehead, I murmur against it, “Anytime, Catch.”

And I mean it.

Any-fucking-time. Day or night. I know if she called … I’d be right there.

HARLEY

Between my legs burns, and to be honest, I’m terrified for the next time I have to pee because I can’t imagine how that’ll feel. But even in the midst of discomfort and pain, I’m left with a sense of contentment. I know it likely won’t last. I know I’m trying to fill a void inside of myself that can’t be filled. But in this moment, I’m just focused on one thing.

I finally lost my virginity. And after hearing all the horror stories my friends have told me about when they lost theirs and how awful it was, I feel pretty lucky. Because Cane was so gentle and thoughtful the entire time.

Cane returns from the bathroom, now wearing his briefs and holding two wet washcloths. He sits down on the edge of the bed, moving the covers back off me.

“Open your legs, Harland,” he says thickly yet so gently.

Even though I’m reluctant, suddenly embarrassed of him seeing that part of me, my thighs fall apart, and he brings a warm washcloth between them, ever so softly cleaning me up. It stings, but it also feels soothing somehow.

Taking that one away and turning to toss it into my laundry basket, he brings another warm washcloth to my heat, pressing it down against the sore area.

“You okay?” he murmurs, glancing up at me.

I can see the concern written all over his face as I nod my head.

“Yeah,” I whisper. “I’m okay.”

After holding the washcloth against me for a few minutes, he takes it as he slides off the edge of the bed and then drops it into the hamper. I make a mental note to throw them into the wash before leaving tomorrow because I saw the blood on the first one, and I might die if my mom saw that.

Returning to the bed, he crawls over to me and presses a kiss to my lips.