“I’m sorry,” he said, stroking her body.
He was so thick, and she felt stretched from his possession.
“You’re so tight.”
For several minutes neither of them moved, and only when Rose was ready did she nod for him to continue.
He pushed deep into her body and then out. Peter kept up a smooth pace taking her deeply. His lips were on hers, his hands brushing up and down her body with every thrust.
Rose held onto his arms meeting him with ever press of his hips. He was rock hard, and the pain his penetration initially created numbed against all the pleasure she was experiencing.
Her body became a vessel of his need, and she responded to his touch.
“This first time I’m not going to last,” Peter said, through gritted teeth. “I want you to come again before I lose it.”
She didn’t think it was possible to have a third orgasm. Peter took her by surprise when he teased her body into submission. She let go, and her screams were captured by Peter’s kisses.
He tensed above her. His cock pulsed inside her letting her know he’d found his release as well.
Rose lay back and had never felt so happy before in her life. She’d given Peter her virginity, and she knew in her heart and soul, he’d cherish the gift she’d given him.
He collapsed on top of her. His weight squashed her onto the bed.
“I’ll move when I get my bearings back.”
Rose chuckled. “I don’t mind.” She ran her hands all over his back.
“I’m never usually insecure about my ability in the bedroom, but I need to know if it was good for you, Rose.”
She smiled up at him. Did Peter have any idea how sweet he was?
“It was perfect. I wouldn’t change a thing.”
“Thank you.” He brushed her lips with his and held her tight. For the first time in her life, Rose felt loved.
****
John couldn’t stop vomiting. Brad, Adam, and Tyler had all left, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave. The woman they’d picked was a mess. He stared down at her where she was curled up in a ball. Kelly Lighthouse was a sweet young woman who’d finished high school and was working at the nursery. He’d seen her around town plenty of times.
Why had the guys picked her?
He never hurt anyone.
But I did.
John had hurt the women his friends picked because he never reported them. The women left town or disappeared. He couldn’t even keep track of them anymore. He was twenty-two years old and had been out of high school a long time.
Brad promised him the girls loved it and were only fighting it because it was in their nature. John couldn’t believe that any more.
Bending down John found the strength to lift her in his arms. She was so small that he was surprised she was still breathing.
Taking a deep breath he took her out to his car. He couldn’t leave her. Kelly deserved more than that. All the women he’d let pass deserved more than that. Their voices needed to be heard.
Placing her gently in the back of his car, John pulled out his cell phone. Before he typed in the number he leaned forward and threw up again. His stomach was empty, and there was nothing coming up. He was dry heaving.
He took a deep breath. If he didn’t do this now, he’d never do it, and the women needed to be heard.
Punching in the number he waited for the sheriff’s department to answer.