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virgin.”
    Callum froze, his
cock pulsing in her cunt, eager to continue. “No, you’re not. You’re
twenty-six.”
    “You’re my first.”
    “Well, it’s too late
to stop now, Hailey. Do you want me to stop?” Please say no.
    She touched his face.
“I want you to be my first. I’m not afraid. Not with you.”
    Knowing he was her
first made him feel even more possessive. He also wanted to be her last. He was
the only man to know her sweet, little body—she was his. Now he faced a
difficult dilemma. He’d never been harder or hornier, but he had to take her
virginity tenderly like any good man would.
    “Tell me if I hurt
you.” He eased in, inch by inch, his eyes lolling back in his head. Callum
intertwined his fingers with hers at the sides of her head. He kissed her
temple, then her lips—soft, individual kisses. They were promises. He’d always
be there for her. He’d never hurt her. Callum hoped she could feel his
intentions because he’d never been good with flowery words.
     
     

Chapter Seven
     
    Hailey accepted
Callum into her body, welcoming him. It was more than sex, it was a bond, a
cementing of a new relationship. She’d known there was something between them
before he started giving her the cold shoulder. The past week had been
difficult for her. Lonely. She missed talking with him, saddened that their
budding connection was stifled so soon. She could scarcely focus on her
research when he dominated her thoughts. Now she had an abundance of hope. Or
was it just sex for Callum, a momentary bout of passion?
    Right now Hailey only
focused on his cock filling her to the hilt. He was thick and long, her walls
stretched to the max. The groans he made were masculine music to her ears. She
wanted him to enjoy himself, to never forget his pleasure came from her body.
Although she’d waited twenty-six years to lose her dreaded virginity, she was
glad she’d waited. It made all the difference sharing it with a man she could
imagine forever with, a man she respected.
    “You okay?” he asked.
    He’d gone so slow,
something she didn’t think he was capable of. She’d prepared herself for a
hard, unforgiving fuck. Her body was ready, moist, and anxious. But he was a
tender, patient lover. He continued to amaze her.
    “You can’t hurt me. I
feel—I feel like I’m burning inside. Only you can make it better.”   It was the best way to describe the inferno
building in her cunt. Her toes curled as the energy spread outwards. She wanted
him to fuck her, to work his cock inside her until she screamed his name.
    “Yes, ma’am.” He
pulled back and thrust back in, over and over. The rhythm slowly increased in
speed and strength. He slid both of his forearms under her shoulders, securing
her to his body. She kissed his lightly stubbled jawline, seeking his lips.
    “More,” she said.
    Her word was the
final catalyst. Callum fucked her so hard the heavy oak table screeched against
the hardwood floor. She kept her legs around his hips, anchoring herself to his
body. Pulsing waves began to roll through her, warning of an impending orgasm.
It felt heavenly, a bliss she wanted to live in forever. Each thrust of his
hips brought her closer to a precipice, his pubic bone rubbing deliciously
against her clit with each upstroke.
    “Oh God, Callum!”
    “Come on, now. Let me
feel you squeeze my cock. Claim me like I’m about to claim you.”   He drove into her like a finely tuned
machine, his sweat-slick body a beautiful sight with the gentle cast of
twilight from the window highlighting all his flexing muscles.
    He seemed to know how
to help her along, grinding against her and tweaking her nipple. His pace was
furious, making her cry out and beg for him to make her come. It was exquisite
torture.
    When she finally
detonated, the world stopped for those precious seconds. It felt as if she
soared high above their bodies on a cloud, the wash of satisfaction
incomparable. Then she fell down hard, her body