Chapter 40
Chapter Forty
AUGUST
I avoid virgins like the plague, but here I am, about to slip inside one for the first time since…forever and I’m so fucking worried I’m going to hurt her, it’s ridiculous. If I think about it too much, I’m going to deflate my erection and ruin the entire moment so I concentrate on her. Those little tells of Sin’s that let me know she’s enjoying this. I brush the head of my cock against her soaked folds, paying attention to the sharp intake of her breath. The way she arches naturally. Seeking me. Needing my entry into her welcoming body.
Going slow, I slip just the head into her pussy, pausing. Gauging. I stare at her expressive face, note the way her eyelashes flutter and her lips part on a breath. I push farther, still keeping my focus on her. She winces when I slip deeper. Sucks in a breath when I’m fully seated inside her, tensing up. I hesitate, waiting for the tension to slowly dissipate from her body, but her body stiffens further.
“Breathe, Sin.” She does as I ask automatically, her body going soft beneath mine and I start to croon pretty words to relax her. “Your pussy feels so fucking good, baby. Relax. I’m going to make you come so hard. Look at you. God, you’re beautiful.”
She is. And so fucking tight. Her cunt has my cock in a stranglehold and I know all it would take is two short pumps and I’d be coming way too early.
I squeeze my eyes shut tight and think about mundane things. School. Tests. Frat shit that I need to take care of, which has me thinking of Tim and how much he’d want to be in my place. That only enrages me.
“Hold on,” I grit through my teeth, overcome with the need to rut. To fuck and make her mine, though there’s a small part of me that’s worried I could hurt her and that’s the last thing I want to do.
But fuck, being in this moment is sending me straight over the edge. This is the final part of my claiming. Once I fuck this woman, she is mine and there is nothing she can do about it. Nothing sweet little Timmy can do about it either. And why the hell am I thinking about him again? Maybe because imagining any other man even looking at Sin makes me feral.
I push into her, my hips flush against hers and she whimpers, sucking in a harsh breath like I hurt her. “Oh—God.”
Pausing, I stare down at her pretty face, noting the way her brows are knit together as if she’s trying to ward off the pain. “Are you okay?”
She nods, keeping her eyes closed, her lips twisting into a grim smile. “Just—let me get used to you for a minute.”
I remain still, my entire body shaking with the need to move. “Sin.”
Her eyes crack open and I dip my head, kissing her. Keeping it soft and sweet and as persuasive as possible. I lick at her mouth, tangling my tongue with hers and she moans, her body relaxing beneath mine. I start to move, slowly at first, and she shifts beneath me, her movements tentative, as if she’s trying to figure it all out .
“Wrap your legs around my hips,” I demand, and she does it, pressing her soft skin into mine. I increase my pace, thrusting inside her steadily, wishing I could fuck her harder. I’m on edge, filled with the need to come, to fill her with my semen like some sort of rabid dog and I hate the fucking condom. I hate it so damn much.
Like an inept fool I lose all restraint and fuck her hard, slamming into her body again and again while she takes it like the goddess that I knew she could be. I readjust myself, rising above her, grabbing hold of her hips so I have some leverage as I move inside her. My balls slap against her ass and I’m grunting with every thrust. Groaning at how fucking good this feels. The connection. The easy way our bodies move with each other. We’re so attuned it’s like we’ve been doing this our entire lives and when my orgasm creeps up on me, my balls drawing tight and the base of my spine tingling, I don’t fight it.
I revel in it, moaning when I begin to come. I shudder and shake, her name falling from my lips as I slam into her once. Twice. Holding myself there while the orgasm washes over me. I drain myself into the fucking condom until I fall on top of her, utterly spent.
The room is quiet save for our harsh mingled breathing, and I press my face into the mattress, my eyes closed as I try and calm the racing of my heart. She’s breathing just as hard, our skin sticking to each other, her hands sliding up and down my back, soothing me.
Normally I’d bolt after a moment like this. I wouldn’t stand for her touching me like that. Like she fucking cares. Now I want this woman to care. To show that I matter to her, that she cares about my pleasure as much as I care about hers.
And God help me, I care far too much. I’m in so deep, I don’t know how I’m ever going to climb out.
“Are you okay?” she whispers.
I almost want to laugh at her question. No, dearest Sin, I am not. I am fucked in the head when it comes to you and I don’t know what to do about it.
But I don’t say any of that. I’d sound like a fool if I did.
“Aren’t I the one who should be asking you that?” I lift my head, staring into her eyes, my stomach twisting when I see her smile.
Damn it, what is wrong with me?
“You just—didn’t move and I wanted to make sure you were still alive.” She stretches beneath me, her body rubbing against mine, my dick stiffening despite the fact that I experienced a ball-draining orgasm not even a minute ago.
“Are you all right?” I reach for her, brushing the damp strands of hair away from her forehead, my gaze roving over her face. Looking for a sign that she might be in pain or worse? It was a bad experience for her and she wants me to move.
She nods, a dreamy expression on her face. “I’m great.”
Great seems like a small word for what we just shared. “I need to get rid of this condom.”
With reluctance, I pull out of her and roll off the bed, heading for the connecting bathroom where I dispose of the condom and take the quickest piss. I’m eager to get back into bed with her and do it again but I don’t want to push. She might be aching and sore and I don’t want to make it worse.
The moment I slide back under the covers, she’s shifting closer, draping her languid body over mine, throwing her leg across my front. Her pussy is nestled against my thigh and I can feel her. Wet and hot and just begging me to fuck her again. That’s how I interpret it, at least.
“I’m tired,” she breathes into my neck, dropping a soft kiss there. I lie beneath her stiff as a fucking board, afraid to move for fear she’ll roll over on her side. Swallowing, I try to come up with the proper words I’d like to say to her but it’s like my brain can’t string a sentence together.
“Me too,” I manage to say, though it’s a lie .
“Tell that to your dick.” She grabs me, her fingers curling around my balls and cupping them and that’s it.
I roll over so I’m on top of her again, my face in hers, my erect cock nudging at her entrance. Eager to get back inside so we can do it again. “Fine. I lied.”
She mock pouts. “You know I don’t like it when you do that.”
“I didn’t know if you were…sore.” I wince, hating how my greed for her threatens to consume me. I’d fuck her all night if she let me. I’d never leave this pussy again. I’d just live with her and we could fuck like rabbits for the rest of our lives.
“I am a little sore,” she admits, wiggling her body and driving me crazy. God, she’s hot. Sexy as hell and all mine. “But I want to do it again.”
“Right now?” I’m hesitant, which is completely unlike me, but I’ve changed for this woman. I don’t want to hurt her. I want to protect her. Make sure she’s okay.
“Mmm hmm.” She stretches, her arms going around my neck and tugging. I dip my head, our mouths meeting, and she whispers, “Maybe this time I could be on top?”
I kiss her, teasing her tongue with mine before I pull away. “Whatever you want, Sin, I’ll let you do it. All you gotta do is ask.”