Chapter Seven
Finn
When Aoife camearound my cock, the first cock ever to be inside her, it was light’s out for me.
There was no way I could hold back my own release, no way I could stop it to carry on reveling in the tightness of her cunt, of the snug, wet heat that was mine and mine alone.
She clamped and clutched at me, her body curling upward, her tits jiggling as she released a shrill scream that nearly burst my ear drums as ecstasy poured through her.
Then, because I couldn’t stop myself, I reached down and pinched her clit.
Her gaze clashed with mine, and for half a heartbeat, she looked at me as though I’d hurt her, as though she were asking why I’d be so mean, and then I knew why.
Her spine arched, her hips thrust up, and she almost pushed me back on my ass as she used me as support to let the joy of her second release flood her veins.
I’d never seen an orgasm like it.
Never seen someone own their pleasure like this innocent had, and it fired my blood like nothing else could.
Her sweet tits, those milky mounds, that bright-pink flush that crested in myriad points around her fleshy body, and the bright scorch of auburn hair that swirled around her form against my navy comforter, was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen.
I’d never called someone mine before, but Aoife was.
There was no way in fuck I was letting her go now I knew she’d only ever taken my cock.
Shit like that in my world was sacred.
Virgins weren’t women you fucked and left behind. You didn’t pull a coyote ugly on them and sneak out of their bed the next day.
You put a ring on their finger.
You made them your wife, and you put your babies in their bellies.
It was nothing I’d ever expected for myself. Nothing I’d ever particularly wanted. Not until her.
Until Aoife.
When I climaxed, it was, as everything else had been, extraordinary.
I felt like I’d been punched in the side of the head—just in a good way. Sensations pulled at my nerve endings, making me realize that sex had never been this fucking epic in all my life.
As my cum boiled out of my balls and slalomed into the condom, I resented that piece of latex like nothing else in this world.
Nothing, ever again, would be between this woman and me.
That was a fucking fact.
When I finally got my breath back, when I’d stopped seeing stars, and I had feeling back where it should be, I pulled out of her tight little slit.
When she whimpered, guilt flooded me, and she curled onto her side like she was ashamed.
That made me mad, but I didn’t take it out on her.
I’d treated her like a common slut, and now it was time to make amends.
The sight of the blood on the condom was like a red rag to a bull. It would be so easy to get hard again. Just thinking of her being mine, uniquely mine, pummeled my skull.
Trying to force those thoughts away, I shucked out of my clothes quickly, my eyes on her fetal form as I headed for the bathroom, I finally turned away when I slipped inside. Running the water as I disposed of the condom, I stared down at her blood and felt like some kind of elemental tie joined me to her.