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Xavier

I suspectedthat I’d be her first, but hearing it from her lips does something to me. I kiss her harder than she expects, but Ronny surrenders to me like she’s been waiting her whole life to do it. I don’t think my cock has ever been this hard and I don’t know how I ever thought I could walk away from her.

She tastes like innocence and she’s all mine.

I could kiss her all night, but our time could be stolen from us at any minute. Her father might not be home, but he still has his pet security guards. I’m supposed to be in charge of them, but I wouldn’t trust a single one of them to guard a sandwich, let alone the precious woman in my arms.

They could fuck it up for us.

I won’t let her first time be ruined.

Which means moving fast. Fast and thorough. I’m determined to ruin her for anyone else. When she cums, it will be because of me. And then she’ll beg for more.

She already owns me. I want to do the same.

I tear my mouth away from her and take the time to look at the way her lips are wet and a bit swollen, her eyes unfocused with pleasure. She’s into this, not a bit worried that I’ll do something to make her regret it. It’s not the kind of power I’m used to having, but I’d sell my soul to make it so she never looks at me another way.

She makes a startled sound when I wrap my lips around a taut nipple and suck. Her body curls in towards me and her fingers burrow into my hair, holding me tight against her without the slightest bit of shame or modesty.

She’s a woman made for pleasure and I’m going to bring it out of her. I can’t wait to see the things that she’ll do with me.

Her cunt is too much of a temptation as my finger dip in and find her wet. I need to taste. By instinct she shifts away from me, not used to the intrusion, but a little gentle stroking and her legs are falling open, her hands still in my hair as I get the first taste of her.

I’m dead. It’s the only explanation for the way her taste explodes on my tongue and her body writhes over me. She says my name like a prayer and I never want to hear anything else. I swipe my tongue against her wet folds and find the seat of her sex, that hard little nub that makes her cry out and squirm when I suck on it.

My face is wet with her pleasure and I’m happy to drown.

Her breaths come in fast pants and she can’t stop moving as I give her no quarter.

“Oh god, V. I can’t. Please. Give me more,” it’s a confused jumble of deliriously pleasured words. But I’m hers to command. My armor is tarnished, but I’ll gladly be her knight.

Her cunt ripples and she cries out as the orgasm takes her and I grin in dark pleasure against her sex. I’ve brought her off. Twice now. And I’ll remember how she tastes until my dying day. I pull off of her and loom over her for a moment.

She pulls me down and kisses me, tasting herself on my lips. The minx reaches between us and wraps her hand around my cock. “I need you,” she says between kisses. “Please fuck me.”

Music to my ears.

I don’t want to pull off, I don’t want to stop touching her. But I’m her protector in every way. And I need to suit up. As I try to pull back she holds on tight. “Where are you going?”

“Need a rubber.” There’s one in my pocket. I made sure before I came.

Her grip tightens on me. “I’m on the pill.”

Fuck. She can’t be saying what I think she’s saying. “That’s not the only reason, baby.” My medical history is clear, and she’s never done this before, but she shouldn’t trust me.

She still doesn’t let go. “Do you have a reason?”

“You shouldn’t just trust me.”

She stares at me, face suddenly serious despite the lust. “You’re the only one I trust. And if you say you’re good, I believe you.”

No man could resist, and I’m weak for her. “I’m good.”

“Then let me feel all of you.”

If she’s some seductress come to tempt me to hell, I’ll gladly follow her. As it is, I lift her leg up and wrap my other hand around hers to help her guide my cock to her entrance. She’s ready for it, wet from my tongue and her fingers. But it’s still her first time and the fit is tight.