That confidence, bordering on arrogance. The certainty that he can make me come. It irritates me that he’s right. I can already feel my orgasm getting closer.
His pelvis is grinding on my clit in just the right way as his tongue plunges into my mouth, invading my senses, his cock exploring a part of me no one has ever been before.
He’s driving me wild. Within thirty seconds, I know it’s going to happen and when it does, it’s even better than the last climax. His cock stretching me is what does it. I’m overwhelmed by a sense of fullness like I didn’t even know I was empty before, missing something in the most intimate parts of me.
As my orgasm tears through me, he picks up speed, thrusting hard and fast, leaving me breathless. I claw at his back, sensations washing over me thick and fast. Pleasure, shame, guilt, all at once. This isn’t who my parents want me to be. This is everything I’ve been warned about.
No protection. I could get pregnant. My entire life might be about to change.
Who am I kidding? It changed the moment I sneaked out of the house. This is just the icing on the sweaty, bliss filled cake.
He groans, slamming into me a final time and I swear I can feel it happening. His cock twitches deep inside me. I’m making it do that. My body. Me. I’m pushing this god of a man over the edge. I feel like a goddess because of it.
He spurts deep into me and I’m still shaking with pleasure from my own climax. He growls above me and more pours from him, filling me up completely.
I collapse back to the sheets, breathing heavily, sweat pouring down me as he slides out, leaving me aching. My hair is a mess. I bet my makeup is too. I feel dazed, no longer sure how many toes I have. I think I know my own name but that’s about it.
He rolls onto his side, an arm over my chest as he kisses my neck. “Told you I could make you come,” he says, that confidence boiling over into arrogance. I feel like slapping him for being so cocky but my arm is too weak to lift.
Only one night, he said. I agreed to that. The dumbest thing I ever agreed to in my life. I don’t want one night. I’m greedy for more.
I’ll discuss it with him in the morning. I’m too tired right now.
I get up and ask where the bathroom is. He points to the door in the corner of the room. I go through and sit on the toilet, head in my hands as I pee. I can feel him leaking out of me. Makes me feel dirty and desirable at the same time.
Did we just do that?
Am I pregnant? Can it happen that easily?
Why didn’t I ask about protection? Why didn’t he say anything about it?
I wipe, flush, and look at myself in the mirror. The reflection knows the truth. I didn’t ask about protection because I didn’t want him to use any. I wanted to be defiled. To be ruined. To go back home no longer innocent.
I smile to myself. There’s no way my parents will marry me off now. I’m definitely damaged goods. I win.
I go back through and settle down in his arms. It feels good to be in this position, like I belong here.
Before I know it, I’m fast asleep. It’s the last night of peace for a very long time.
Seven
Aurora
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Iwake up so early it’s barely light. My first thought is fear. Where am I? Why am I not in my own bed?
He grunts next to me in his sleep and that’s when I remember everything. It comes flooding over me in a tidal wave so strong, I can’t breathe for a moment. All I can do is try to swim for the surface, get away from the intensity of so many emotions hitting me at once.
I need some air.
I climb out of bed as quietly as I can but the window won’t open. Never mind. A place this big has to have a yard of some kind, maybe even a garden.
My dress is pooled on the floor, pointing toward me like an accusation.You let him strip you naked. A stranger. Older than you by ten years, maybe twenty. He could have given you any number of diseases. You’re stupid. Your parents were right. You need babying. You can’t look after yourself. You don’t even know his name.
I don’t want to know it. To find out what he’s called would mean connecting with him and I can’t risk doing that. My father might track him down and have him killed. He’s threatened to do that many times. Most recently, when my cousin suggested he should let me have a boyfriend.
I don’t want to be a death sentence for this man. He’s done nothing wrong. Everything that happened last night happened with my consent. It may have been foolish to consent but I did. I did it all willingly.