Page 65 of Down & Dirty: Rage

When small ripples surrounded his dick, it was the end for him.

He. Was. Fucking. Done.

His balls pulled tight and his hips surged forward one more time before he emptied himself into the wrap.

He released the one tit he was cupping and planted his palms into the mattress to avoid crushing her when he collapsed.

It was crazy. He swore shooting this load was the most intense he’d ever experienced, despite it being the least freaky sex he’d ever had.

He buried his face in her neck, keeping as much of his weight off her chest as possible. For a few moments, he simply breathed.

In his head, he went over what had just happened. And with who.

And why.

And how this changed everything between them, even though he didn’t want anything to change.

They’d have to live with it now.

Taking a woman’s virginity shouldn’t be a big deal as long as it was what they wanted.

Never before had he taken his time and care with a woman. Fuck no. Most knew what they signed up for prior to getting naked. They weren’t being intimate, they were fucking. Bodies slapping together to get to the finish line: a release. The woman’s first, then his.

He’d never lingered afterward. He had no desire to cuddle with some woman he didn’t give a shit about.

But Lyric wasn’tsome woman.

He fucking cared about her. She was important to him.

With a groan, he pushed himself up enough to be able to see her relaxed face. “You okay?”

With her brown eyes soft and her lips curled up slightly at the ends, she nodded.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

He reluctantly shifted enough to slip his dick free from her. He then removed the wrap and tied the end before dropping it on the floor to be disposed of later.

Reaching between them, he swiped a finger through the arousal still clinging to her inner thighs. He rubbed the pads of his fingers together when he spotted a tinge of blood mixed with her arousal.

Goddamn.

First virgin he ever had.

Seeing the actual proof got him in the gut.

He took something from her that she could only give once.

He, somehow, was the lucky bastard she chose.

Why did he deserve it?

Truth was, he didn’t.

“Might be sore tomorrow.”

She moaned when she stretched. “It’ll be worth it.”