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breath. “So tight,” he muttered almost to himself. “Can’t hold on for long.”
He felt so good inside of me, stretching me farther than his finger had only minutes ago. He didn’t go any deeper, didn’t move at all as he took my hand and brought my fingers to his lips. I watched in awe as he sucked the first two into his mouth until they were dripping wet. I had no clue what he was planning to do until he guided my fingers down to where we were connected.
When my soaked fingers touched my throbbing clit, it was like little rockets exploded deep inside of me. I was slick from my previous release, but the lubricant of his spit made the slip and slide of my fingers over that bundle of nerves that more erotic. Within a few minutes, I was hanging on the edge of a bone melting orgasm.
My inner muscles clenched and released with each rough caress as he continued to guide my hand. His jaw clenched tight as he waited for me to reach the point of no return. My breath was coming in hitched little pants, and I whimpered as he started to gently rock back and forth, stretching a little at a time with each movement of his hips.
“Oh, GOD!” I cried. “Drake...!”
The orgasm hit me. My thighs were trembling and my inner muscles seemed to be pulling him deeper. I wasn’t sure if he meant to be so rough, or if he just couldn’t hold back a second longer, but he thrust deep, breaking through my virginity and making me cry out in both pleasure and pain. My nails scraped down his back as I attempted to understand if I was hurting or dying from pleasure.
--
I slowly floated back into my body. My heart was still beating fast, but my breathing was trying to even out. Drake was lying heavily on top of me, but I savored the feeling of his sweaty body against my own.
His body was trembling, and I turned my head to find him staring down at me with tears in his eyes. My heart clenched.
“What’s wrong?” I whispered, fighting tears of my own. I had no clue what was going through his head, but whatever it was couldn’t have been good.
“I never want this moment to end,” he murmured and kissed my lips. “I don’t want the nightmares to creep in and take this dream away from me.”
“Honey, this isn’t a dream. I’m real.” I returned his kiss just to prove it to him. “We were amazing together.”
He rolled onto his side, taking me with him as he tucked me close. “I know. But as soon as I close my eyes, they will come.”
My arms tightened around him. “Tell me about the nightmares,” I urged. “Tell me what happened.”
Drake was quiet for a long while, and I started to think that he had finally passed out when he surprised me by speaking.
“My stepdad did things,” he said and blew out a long breath full of remembered pain and anger. “I thought it was just me, thought that Shane was safe from that sick prick. It wasn’t until I was nineteen that I found out that I was wrong.”
As he told me about his stepdad and the terrible things the monster had done to him, I listened, careful to not let what I was feeling show on my face or even by a quiver in my body. I was sickened, horrified that those things had happened to the man I loved. In no way did it make me love Drake less or want him any differently. I skimmed my fingers up and down his arm, offering comfort in the only way I knew he would let me.
“My mom killed herself,” Drake told me, scrubbing his hand over his tear streaked face. “She shot Rusty with the cop’s gun because no one expected her to grab for it. Two shots, right in the middle of his chest. Then before Shane or Nik or any of the cops could stop her...she turned it on herself.”
A small sob escaped me, and I buried my face in his chest, aching for him. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered.
His fingers stroked through my hair, soothing me when I should have been the one offering the comfort. “Don’t cry, Angel.” He kissed the top of my head. “She… She just couldn’t
He felt so good inside of me, stretching me farther than his finger had only minutes ago. He didn’t go any deeper, didn’t move at all as he took my hand and brought my fingers to his lips. I watched in awe as he sucked the first two into his mouth until they were dripping wet. I had no clue what he was planning to do until he guided my fingers down to where we were connected.
When my soaked fingers touched my throbbing clit, it was like little rockets exploded deep inside of me. I was slick from my previous release, but the lubricant of his spit made the slip and slide of my fingers over that bundle of nerves that more erotic. Within a few minutes, I was hanging on the edge of a bone melting orgasm.
My inner muscles clenched and released with each rough caress as he continued to guide my hand. His jaw clenched tight as he waited for me to reach the point of no return. My breath was coming in hitched little pants, and I whimpered as he started to gently rock back and forth, stretching a little at a time with each movement of his hips.
“Oh, GOD!” I cried. “Drake...!”
The orgasm hit me. My thighs were trembling and my inner muscles seemed to be pulling him deeper. I wasn’t sure if he meant to be so rough, or if he just couldn’t hold back a second longer, but he thrust deep, breaking through my virginity and making me cry out in both pleasure and pain. My nails scraped down his back as I attempted to understand if I was hurting or dying from pleasure.
--
I slowly floated back into my body. My heart was still beating fast, but my breathing was trying to even out. Drake was lying heavily on top of me, but I savored the feeling of his sweaty body against my own.
His body was trembling, and I turned my head to find him staring down at me with tears in his eyes. My heart clenched.
“What’s wrong?” I whispered, fighting tears of my own. I had no clue what was going through his head, but whatever it was couldn’t have been good.
“I never want this moment to end,” he murmured and kissed my lips. “I don’t want the nightmares to creep in and take this dream away from me.”
“Honey, this isn’t a dream. I’m real.” I returned his kiss just to prove it to him. “We were amazing together.”
He rolled onto his side, taking me with him as he tucked me close. “I know. But as soon as I close my eyes, they will come.”
My arms tightened around him. “Tell me about the nightmares,” I urged. “Tell me what happened.”
Drake was quiet for a long while, and I started to think that he had finally passed out when he surprised me by speaking.
“My stepdad did things,” he said and blew out a long breath full of remembered pain and anger. “I thought it was just me, thought that Shane was safe from that sick prick. It wasn’t until I was nineteen that I found out that I was wrong.”
As he told me about his stepdad and the terrible things the monster had done to him, I listened, careful to not let what I was feeling show on my face or even by a quiver in my body. I was sickened, horrified that those things had happened to the man I loved. In no way did it make me love Drake less or want him any differently. I skimmed my fingers up and down his arm, offering comfort in the only way I knew he would let me.
“My mom killed herself,” Drake told me, scrubbing his hand over his tear streaked face. “She shot Rusty with the cop’s gun because no one expected her to grab for it. Two shots, right in the middle of his chest. Then before Shane or Nik or any of the cops could stop her...she turned it on herself.”
A small sob escaped me, and I buried my face in his chest, aching for him. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered.
His fingers stroked through my hair, soothing me when I should have been the one offering the comfort. “Don’t cry, Angel.” He kissed the top of my head. “She… She just couldn’t
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