“I won’t,” I say with a slow shake of my head. I roll the lubed latex over my impatient member and lean over her once again, placing my sheathed tip at her entrance. I feel her legs shaking as they enclose me, and I know she’s nervous in spite of her consent. I kiss her again, a soft, caring kiss to let her know she’s safe with me. “I’ve got you. Don’t be afraid. I’ll take care of you, Quinn.”
I feel sweet pressure as I push forward and breach her outer lips. Quinn sucks in a deep breath, and her lovely eyes go wide like a deer’s. Forgive me my sweet little Bambi. I know it must hurt a little, and I’m not a small man.
“Easy… just relax,” I whisper, penetrating her with a calm, steady advance, adoring every inch of her slick inner walls as they gradually expand and accept me. God, she’s tight as a gun barrel in her sleek untried youth and I’m nearly losing my mind with the pleasure of it.
I sense her relax. The worst is over, and now I intend to show her the best. I work into a steady rhythm, withdrawing and thrusting forward again, building the intensity and the pace. She’s panting like a wild animal, her rapid breaths raising my own excitement level. I’m balls deep inside of her, filling her to the hilt and delivering a healthy bump to her budding clitoris with each stroke. I’m close, dangerously close, but I want to make her come first, give her the ultimate pleasure. A virgin deserves that.
Her breaths become haunting little cries, calling out in sync with my thrusts and escalating into moans of wantonness. I worry that we’ll wake Rose, but I won’t stop now. I’m on the edge when she calls my name aloud, and I feel her walls convulsing around my hardness in little pulses of release.
“Logan! Oh, God… Logan!”
I’m undone at the desperation in her voice, and I let everything go, coming with the force of a hurricane inside this little virgin prize named Quinn. My cock pumps with abandon until I’m weakened and spent, and I collapse gratefully against her. My God, I haven’t felt this satisfied with a woman in a long time. If ever.
The sweetness of this virgin conquest is heart-wrenching in its intensity, and I don’t think I can ever stop at “just one time.” My greedy cock and I both know we will want this over and over again, and the price of my careless passion may be steep. But at this moment, I will gladly pay it.
Chapter Seven
Quinn
Something’s Gotta Give
It’s the third time this week I’ve told my father I’ll be babysitting Rose, and I hope he’s buying it.
“He has a business to run, Dad,” I explained when he commented on how frequently I’d
been called over to watch the neighbor’s little girl. “He has to meet with clients and attend meetings in the evenings.”
He accepted my story but not without grumbling that a single father should spend more time with his child. I reminded him that he wasn’t around much either when I was Rose’s age—we became close mostly after Mom passed away. He apologized and hasn’t questioned me since. I hate lying to my dad, but it’s the only way to spend time at Logan’s without arousing suspicion.
Since that night we made love on his couch almost a month ago, we’ve been seeing each other in secret nearly every day. I can’t get enough of him; he’s sexy and experienced and is teaching me all sorts of things that I’d never learn in a classroom at ASU. I never knew there were so many ways to have sex—missionary and doggie and cowgirl; all of these were new to me, and each one more exciting than the last. I especially liked cowgirl, and sometimes even reverse cowgirl, but I prefer to see his handsome face while I do it. He pretends we’re in a rodeo and slaps my butt as I ride him hard, my tits bouncing up and down, and I love it. I’m getting wet between my legs just thinking about it.
I gather a few textbooks and things in my backpack to make it look official before heading next door. I hear voices outside, and I look out the window to see Logan and my dad talking to each other over the fence between our yards. Shit. This is not good. The more they talk, the more likely something will slip out, and Logan and I will be found out. The thought of Dad knowing that I was having sex with a man his own age terrifies me. I don’t want to hurt him; I’m all he has left since my mother died. I move closer to the window to hear what they’re saying.
“Yeah, just spread some fall fertilizer over the lawn before November hits, and you’ll be surprised how green it’ll pop up come spring,” my dad says.
“I’ll do that. Thanks for the tip,” Logan replies. I breathe a sigh of relief that the conversation is only about gardening.
I hurry downstairs and out the front door. Logan’s promised to show me how to perform the perfect blow job tonight, and I don’t want to miss the lesson. I ring the doorbell a few times, so he can hear it from the backyard and have an excuse to cut the chit chat with Frederick VanderKemp short.
“Hi,” Logan says as he opens the front door.
“Hi,” I say with a smile, and he pulls me across the threshold into his arms. He closes the door again and shoves me up against it as he kisses me, hard. I have trouble catching my breath with his arduous onslaught.
“Thank God you’re here at last,” he growls, breaking our kiss. “I’ve been hard all day just thinking about you.”
“Have you?” I tease. “You looked more interested in getting gardening tips a minute ago.”
“Frederick’s a good guy. I can see where you get your smarts from, little Miss Masters.”
“Where’s Rose?” I ask, looking past him for that little brunette fireball.
Logan flashes a wide grin. “I thought maybe we could use a change of scenery. Rose has gone to stay with her grandma tonight. Give us some time to be alone.” He winks.
I smile back, a little disappointed not to see Rose, but wickedly pleased he’s planned this time alone for us. “I like alone time with you,” I say, reaching down to rub his crotch. I can feel his hard cock through his jeans, and a little groan leaves his lips. “What shall we do first?”
“Mmm, slow down, cowgirl. We’re going out.”
“Out?” I say in surprise. “But you promised to instruct me in something special tonight.”