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virgin just agree to let me fuck her?
She took a deep breath and her gaze held mine. I’d have to give her points for having a backbone after all. “I want you to be my first. I want us to make love.”
I froze. I didn’t do love. I took. I took and fucked. Hard and fast just like the guys in the porn movies. I fisted my hand in her hair and pulled her head back. She blinked at the rough treatment, but didn’t cry out. “Look, Little Miss Innocent. This will not be about making love. That’s what’s not real. Love. Sex is real. As real and dirty as you can get. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“What do you understand?”
ABBY
Cage’s eyes were like hard flints of blue diamonds, trying to cut into my very soul. I knew if I agreed to this, that was exactly what would happen. I’d be cut and bruised, brokenhearted by the end of the summer.
I also knew if I didn’t agree, I would regret it the rest of my life. This was a chance, an experience I was going to grab with both hands and hold on to as long as I could. “I understand that we’re going to have sex. Real, messy, get down in the dirt, sex.”
“Oh, yeah, baby. Oh, yeah.”
He started as he meant to finish, giving me a kiss that branded my lips and made my pussy clench with need. I clung to his chest, my fingers still digging into his flesh. He pulled me closer and I wrapped my hands around his neck, fingering the long layer of silky hair that brushed the tops of his shoulders. His tongue stroked at the seam of my lips and I opened for him, knowing from this moment on there was no turning back. He thrust his tongue inside, tasting me. I didn’t know what to do.
“Open your mouth wider, Abby. Let me in.” His command was a growl across my lips that I immediately obeyed. I’d always thought French kissing was nasty. Sticking your tongue in someone else’s mouth had held no appeal to me. Until Cage.
It was as if Cage had awakened something inside me. Something good. Something sexy. I arched my hips toward the warmth of his body. His hand clamped onto my hip, holding me still. I whined into his mouth. I wanted to feel the hardness of his body against mine.
This time when his tongue thrust inside my mouth, I stroked it with my own. My reaction stilled his body as if our tongues touching was an intimate act he wanted to savor. I know I did. I stroked, I licked, I sucked. I pleaded with my mouth for him to take me.
When he withdrew, he teased me, luring my tongue into the warmth of his mouth. Then he was the one stroking, licking, and sucking. Dominating. My hips bucked again. Was this how it would feel with his mouth on me? Eating my pussy?
I wasn’t quite sure what all that entailed, just that it had to do with a man’s mouth on a woman’s slit. Oh, how I wanted that. With Cage.
He pulled away, slowly parting our lips. He stared into my eyes and I couldn’t look away. I’d never been this close to a boy—man—before. I was drowning in the blue depths, losing myself in his soul.
In a quick move, he wrapped his arms around me, maneuvering us into a sitting position. He loosened his hold and let his arms drop from around me. I knelt beside him, waiting.
He reached behind his head and pulled off the t-shirt he was wearing. It left me staring at a large expanse of massive muscles. I thought I might faint at the sight.
He took my hand in his and guided it to his sweatpants. His cock was a firm bulge beneath the soft fabric. “Touch me, Abby.”
He guided my hand inside his pants until I was cupping his hard length at the base. It was pointed up, brushing the lower ridge of his abs. His pubic hair tickled the palm of my hand. I realize he manscaped because everything was trimmed. At least I think that’s what it was still called. He pressed my fingers around his cock before letting go.
I looked at him, this giant of a man. I looked at us and I shivered inside. We knelt side-by-side on a leather sofa, his legs spread, his shoulders
She took a deep breath and her gaze held mine. I’d have to give her points for having a backbone after all. “I want you to be my first. I want us to make love.”
I froze. I didn’t do love. I took. I took and fucked. Hard and fast just like the guys in the porn movies. I fisted my hand in her hair and pulled her head back. She blinked at the rough treatment, but didn’t cry out. “Look, Little Miss Innocent. This will not be about making love. That’s what’s not real. Love. Sex is real. As real and dirty as you can get. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“What do you understand?”
ABBY
Cage’s eyes were like hard flints of blue diamonds, trying to cut into my very soul. I knew if I agreed to this, that was exactly what would happen. I’d be cut and bruised, brokenhearted by the end of the summer.
I also knew if I didn’t agree, I would regret it the rest of my life. This was a chance, an experience I was going to grab with both hands and hold on to as long as I could. “I understand that we’re going to have sex. Real, messy, get down in the dirt, sex.”
“Oh, yeah, baby. Oh, yeah.”
He started as he meant to finish, giving me a kiss that branded my lips and made my pussy clench with need. I clung to his chest, my fingers still digging into his flesh. He pulled me closer and I wrapped my hands around his neck, fingering the long layer of silky hair that brushed the tops of his shoulders. His tongue stroked at the seam of my lips and I opened for him, knowing from this moment on there was no turning back. He thrust his tongue inside, tasting me. I didn’t know what to do.
“Open your mouth wider, Abby. Let me in.” His command was a growl across my lips that I immediately obeyed. I’d always thought French kissing was nasty. Sticking your tongue in someone else’s mouth had held no appeal to me. Until Cage.
It was as if Cage had awakened something inside me. Something good. Something sexy. I arched my hips toward the warmth of his body. His hand clamped onto my hip, holding me still. I whined into his mouth. I wanted to feel the hardness of his body against mine.
This time when his tongue thrust inside my mouth, I stroked it with my own. My reaction stilled his body as if our tongues touching was an intimate act he wanted to savor. I know I did. I stroked, I licked, I sucked. I pleaded with my mouth for him to take me.
When he withdrew, he teased me, luring my tongue into the warmth of his mouth. Then he was the one stroking, licking, and sucking. Dominating. My hips bucked again. Was this how it would feel with his mouth on me? Eating my pussy?
I wasn’t quite sure what all that entailed, just that it had to do with a man’s mouth on a woman’s slit. Oh, how I wanted that. With Cage.
He pulled away, slowly parting our lips. He stared into my eyes and I couldn’t look away. I’d never been this close to a boy—man—before. I was drowning in the blue depths, losing myself in his soul.
In a quick move, he wrapped his arms around me, maneuvering us into a sitting position. He loosened his hold and let his arms drop from around me. I knelt beside him, waiting.
He reached behind his head and pulled off the t-shirt he was wearing. It left me staring at a large expanse of massive muscles. I thought I might faint at the sight.
He took my hand in his and guided it to his sweatpants. His cock was a firm bulge beneath the soft fabric. “Touch me, Abby.”
He guided my hand inside his pants until I was cupping his hard length at the base. It was pointed up, brushing the lower ridge of his abs. His pubic hair tickled the palm of my hand. I realize he manscaped because everything was trimmed. At least I think that’s what it was still called. He pressed my fingers around his cock before letting go.
I looked at him, this giant of a man. I looked at us and I shivered inside. We knelt side-by-side on a leather sofa, his legs spread, his shoulders
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