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“I want that, too.” I go up on my elbows, kissing his mouth.
“Come back to me, Gage.”
It takes a few moments of kissing his lips before they begin to soften. And then he makes a broken sound, dropping his weight
fully on top of me, kissing me frantically. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
You just drive me fucking insane, Stella. I’m obsessed with you.
I’m out of my head.”
“I’m sorry,” I whimper as his teeth latch onto my ear, scrape down my neck. “I love you. I’m sorry.”
After feasting beneath my ear, mashing his lips and teeth into
the curve of my throat, neck, shoulder, he moves lower. Kissing down my body until he reaches my skirt, working it up to my
hips. His hot breaths bathe my inner thighs and I try not to
squirm self–consciously as he looks his fill, nibbling at sensitive
flesh, before parting my sex with a groaning lick.
“Oh. Honey. So goddamn wet for your man.” He presses his face to me, rubbing it side to side. Reveling. “Good girl.”
His voice is still incredibly strained, his fingers bruising on my thighs where he holds them open, but he’s working to regain control. The effort is causing him to shake, but he’s trying. And oh…oh God, he’s found that little nub with his tongue and he’s
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teasing it with bats and kisses, laboring to breathe when he finally gives it a stiff lick that makes me cry out, my back arching in the bed of the truck.
“I’m going to finger you, honey. To let your body know I’m coming.” We lock eyes over the writhing length of my body, his tongue flickering against my swelling bud and he slowly, slowly, pushes his middle finger inside of me.
Starbursts pop behind my eyes.
Something deep, deep in my belly wakes up and rejoices, clenches, asks for more.
1 don’t know what’s happening. I expected pain the first time
something entered me, especially Gage’s long, thick finger, but I‘ m not getting any. “M–more…” I croak.
His eyes darken, cheekbones awash with color, sweat making his dark hair stick to his forehead. With a rigid jaw, he adds his index finger, pressing both of them deep, but not too deep. It’s obvious he’s holding back, not wanting to go past the barrier of
my virginity. I want him to, though. No, that’s an
understatement. Whereas a moment ago, I was scared of him hurting me, I’m suddenly desperate for him to fill me with his
shaft. Completely. His fingers feel divine. They spread warmth wherever they touch. My hips roll encouragingly and I babble incoherently, trying to express what’s happening inside of me, but I don’t know if I could even if I were able.
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I’m a virgin. But my body isn’t reacting like one.
It’s eager. I’m so eager for contact with his naked body, I’m
stammering his name, clawing at his shoulders. I want him unleashed on me. What was I thinking slowing him down?
“Honey, what’s wrong?” He prowls up my body, concern deeply etched into his forehead. “Were my fingers too much?”
I shake my head frantically. “N–not enough.”
His beautiful head tilts, his frown deepening. “Help me
understand.”
“I don’t know if I can. I just…I thought you being inside of me w-
would hurt or feel weird, but I like it. I love it.”
Understanding dawns and his bare, sweaty chest starts to shudder up and down. “My girlfriend is the holy grail of virgins.
Is that it?” Without breaking eye contact, he wrenches up my shirt and tugs down the cups of my bra, exposing my hard
nipples. And I whimper, arching my back, showing myself to
him. Begging. “You were scared. But now that you’ve gotten a
little preview, you want to get banged like a barn door in a
storm, is that right?”
“I didn’t realize…” I whisper. “I didn’t know it would feel l–like…”
“Like what?”
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“Like I’ve just been waiting for you to…”
“Track you down and sink something good and deep between these pretty thighs?” He guides his arousal to my entrance and eases in the tip, gritting his teeth. “Be sure, Stella. Once that cherry juice is dripping off my balls, not even that sweet little voice calling me your hero is going to slow me down.”
Tremors move through me, my femininity squeezing and weeping, demanding to be filled. I can’t believe what’s
happening. Is it supposed to be like this? Have I been secretly depraved this whole time and never realized? “Please,” I sob, the sluice of wetness through my folds unbearable without him.
Without him taking me, experiencing me. “Hard, Gage. Fast.”
“Son of a bitch,” he growls, positioning himself, then bracing his right hand on the cab of the truck over my head. With a
strangled roar, he punches his hips forward–and unleashes
total euphoria inside of me. There’s a gentle tear, one that we both acknowledge with a hard kiss, twin expressions of lust and
wonder, but there’s no pain. Instead, there’s a voraciousness. His full, pulsing member inside of my body is like a drug, a brand, an on switch. I’m someone else now. Someone who has
been living with hidden needs without realizing it.
“Gage,” I moan, lifting my hips beneath him, digging my heels
into his buttocks.
Scraping at his broad, strong back with my nails.
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“Can’t believe this,” he says raggedly, face contorted in pain.
“You’re so fucking tiny and tight. Felt that cherry pop, baby. You
shouldn’t want it dirty.”
“Yes. Yes, I want it dirty,” I gasp. “Dirty. Please.”
My plea unhinges him.
With a strained curse, he begins to rut me. Hard. My mouth falls
open, sensations hitting me like blasts from a cannon. There’s
an awestruck whisper in the back of my head, telling me I was
born to be intimate with this man. I wasn’t experienced enough
to realize it until now–but he knew, didn’t he? That’s why he’s
been so sick with lust. If I’d known how vital it is for us to be
joined in this way, so completely, I would never have resisted.
“Oh my goodness,” I whimper, sinking my teeth into his
shoulder, squeezing my sex around him, glorying in the way he jerks and pants and bears down harder. The truck creaks and
groans beneath us, mingling with the sounds of wet, pounding
skin and intakes of breath. Growls and grunts and cries.
“You fucking goddess.” His voice scrapes in my ear. “Smooth
little body. Sopping wet cunt. You’re working me so good. In and
out of that tight–ass fuck hole, but you still feel innocent as a
motherfucker. How the hell do you do it?” he grinds out.
As if I could respond.
I’ve entered a different plane of existence. One where only
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sensation matters. Stimulation of my clit and his shaft and
bonding with him and sucking his tongue and lifting, lifting,
lifting my backside, getting pinned down harder for my efforts
and growled at, his hand a manacle around my throat, holding
me so tight that I become a cherished possession. The gateway
to his release, his pleasure, it’s all I want to be for the rest of my
life.
“Ohhh honey, you’re making me come.” The slaps of his hips
grow louder, his testicles pressing tight to my bottom with every
deep thrust. There’s a dizzying dance taking place inside of me,
as if all of my hormones are assembling in a circle and joining
hands, gathering closer and closer and closer. And the harder
he rides me, the faster his pace, the faster I speed toward
Armageddon. “Bought condoms because I wanted to respect
your wishes, but I threw them out this morning, Stella. It was
never going to happen.” His grips my throat tighter. “You were
born to take my fucking sperm.”
“Yes,” I gasp, sparks beginning to dance in my vision. “Fill me
- up. I can’t live without it. Without you. Please.”
He releases a shout into my neck, pounding me so hard now,
my teeth clack together, my legs beginning to tremble wildly with the magnitude of what he’s drawing out of me. “You finally
get it, don’t you?” His voice is deep and resonant in my ear. “We‘ Il live in this world, but we’ve got our own world, too, don’t we? Just you and me and this obsession. No one can touch it. We
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don’t separate for any reason. We don’t let anything come between us, especially some fucking latex. You want your man‘ s sperm, baby, honey, clench that pussy one more time and I’ll
flood that little thing. And you will come with me.”
“Uh–huh,” I manage, nodding unevenly, the gathering in my
tummy cinching closer, closer. Oh God, I can’t stop the landslide. Not even if I wanted to. I’m trapped underneath his huge, quarterback body, double teamed by his strength and the wild, unexpected response of my body. As soon as the rocks
start to topple from the cliff, my climax barreling into me, I seize
my intimate muscles around him, so tightly that he can’t even
withdraw for a final thrust. No, his eyes simply go blind, his thick
frame juddering on top of me, scalding hot liquid bathing me
from the inside, ripple after ripple passing through me, through
him, the mutual pleasure so intense I can’t stop my limbs from flailing, straining, batting at Gage’s shaking back.
“I love you. I love you.” He chants these words into my neck, his
open mouth raking up and down the side of my neck, into my
hair. “My angel. Mine forever. My perfect Stella. I fucking love
you. I love you. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I breathe, searching for his mouth blindly,
connecting, our mouths moving in frantic reverence until sleep claims me and I fade into the black knowing Gage will take care of me. That I’m safe and loved and nothing can ever invade our two–person world.
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