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She nods.

I continue to tease her clit, slow and gentle, drawing her out, caressing her pussy.

“You like that?” I ask.

She nods. “Yeah.”

I pull my fingers off her, bring them to my mouth and suck on one. She watches me wet it and slide it back down into her panties. Her nipples pebble, the skin shrinking, and I smile.

I rub her just a little faster.

“Did you like that?” I ask.

She swallows. “Yeah,” she whispers.

I watch her in the mirror, her legs between my spread jeans-clad ones, and she kisses my jaw as I play inside her panties.

“I’m going to put a finger inside you,” I tell her.

She searches my eyes, a hint of fear there.

“I’ll go slow.”

Her jaw flexes, but she doesn’t respond, and I take that as my go-ahead.

Sliding my hand down a little farther, I feel her legs stiffen.

“Open,” I whisper over her mouth. “Open your legs, baby.”

She hesitates, and I don’t think she’s breathing, but after a moment, she relaxes and slides a leg over mine, opening for me.

I find her entrance and rub the outside, not going in yet. “God.” I kiss her cheek, lightly taking a chunk between my teeth. “You’re so tight. I can already tell you’re going to be so fucking warm.”

She whimpers, shuddering under my touch, and I feel it. Her slick heat coating my fingertip. She’s ready.

I take it a centimeter at a time, working my middle finger just past her opening, little by little, kissing and licking her skin as I move my other hand from her hair to her breast. I knead the handful, distracting her.

Her warmth travels up my arm, and I groan, feeling it between my legs, too. “So fucking tight,” I murmur in her ear. “I want to go deeper, Clay.”

She reaches back and threads her fingers through my hair, turned on.

I push my finger a little more, her body clenching and tightening around me, its natural resistance kicking in. She squirms in my arms, and I wanna fucking die, my arms so charged with how good this feels.

I massage her clit again. “Open your cunt,” I whisper. “Open.”

She sucks in a breath but finally nods like a good girl. “Okay.”

She spreads wider, and I finally have my finger buried to the knuckle, enough that I don’t have to go any farther. I crook it, slowly and gently, moving, massaging, and testing over and over until I feel her jerk and hear her gasp.

I smile, closing my eyes for a moment as I kiss her temple.

There it is.

She stops breathing for a moment, and I continue, bending my fingers into her belly, hitting the same spot over and over again.

Finally, she exhales, relaxes into me, and spreads her thighs wider, giving me all of the room I need to finger her.

“Don’t stop,” she moans, searching for my mouth.

Jesus Christ, this is better than me coming.

“Pull your panties down,” I tell her. “Let me see.”

She slips her thong down to her thighs, and I look in the mirror. She slides a hand around the back of my neck and starts relaxing more, moving into my finger and searching for it. Her breasts bounce with the thrusts, and she arches her back so her tits pop up. The room sways in front of me.

“I wanted to be the first girl to kiss you,” she says.

I look down at her in my arms. I wanted you to be the only one to kiss me.

My heart would pump so hard. So fucking hard, and she never saw it, did she? And then everything started to feel cold—years of cold—and I didn’t even notice how cold everything was, and nothing feels like this. Nothing.

I hold her tighter, burying my nose in her hair and hating her for so much, but most of all, hating her for denying us this for so long.

“I know I’m not your first,” she says. “But you’re mine. I want to be sacred to you.”

Tears fills my eyes. She’s such a cunt, but then she says things like that and I just want to give her everything she wants. I want her to know that I wish to God this didn’t feel so good and that she didn’t feel so good.

The rain rages outside, the streets deserted, and it feels like we’re the only two people on the planet. And if that’s the case, all would be right with the world, because no one would be in our way. “Baby,” I mouth against her skin, “You make me melt.”

She climbs off me, turns around, and straddles me, and I slide the same finger back in, hearing that sweet, little whimper of pain as I fill her again.

With my fingers tangled in the strap of her thong, I grip her ass as she fucks my hand. I want to lean up and suck on her breast, but I love the view too much as she rocks on me and I rub her with my thumb.


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