“Yes,” she whispers. “You feel so good, Kade. It hurts so fucking good. More, please …”
I never thought June would be a glutton for pain, but the harder I thrust my hips against her squirming body, the more she moans my name. Her voice is pure desperation, dripping with the primal need to give herself to me, to let me have everything she's saved for me all these years. I'm not thinking about how wrong it is now. It couldn't possibly be wrong when it feels like this, could it?
I don’t stop, and I push deeper inside her as she gasps for air, scratching my back wildly. “Please,” she keeps repeating until I shut her up with my mouth.
I want her to enjoy it, too, but I’m a selfish bastard, so I keep pushing deeper, as deep as I can get. I fuck her hard, and she begs for more against my mouth.
"Wait," she cries out, and I stop even though it's the hardest fucking thing I've had to do my entire life. "Wait, Kade..."
"What?" I groan.
Her eyes meet mine. Her gaze is devilish, mischievous, and it's only serving to make my cock harder than ever. "Take the condom off, Kade."
"Are you fucking crazy?" I groan. "You on the pill?"
She shakes her head, and my cock jumps inside her. Fuck. She's making me crazy, putting all these wild ideas in my head.
"Any other protection?" Another shake of her head. "You want me to fuck you bare, Junebug? What if...?"
"Then let it happen," she says passionately, tangling her fingers in my messy hair. "Maybe I want it to fucking happen..."
"You're crazy, girl." Still, I pull my cock free of her tight grip, and she moans when she sees me roll the condom off. Carefully, I place it on her belly. I know this is crazy. I know we shouldn't. I also know there's no fucking way in hell I can hold back after the way she asked me to do it. "You sure about this, June?"
"Yes," she responds feverishly. "I want to feel you... Bare... With nothing between us. Don't you, Kade? Don't you want to fuck me raw?"
I swallow thickly. I don't know if she's even aware of how much this is turning me on. How hard it is to resist hurting her. Because I have dark blood running through my veins... And I want to see her in pain, whimpering and begging for more. If she keeps going like this, it's going to be really fucking hard for me to resist her.
Without saying another word, I answer her question by slowly pushing my cock inside her tight hole. She moans, throwing her head back as I penetrate her. She's impossibly, painfully tight, and I fucking love it. I start rocking my hips forward, driving my length into her without mercy.
It takes a while for her to get used to it. I'm so fucking distracted by her tight grip I barely notice her little whimpers. Her little pussy doesn't just have my cock in a vise-like grip, it's got my fucking mind, too. I can't think about anything other than fucking her, driving my length inside her again and again. I'm addicted already, and I should've known better than to do this. Should've realized one taste of June would leave me fucking crazy, demanding more and more from her innocent, unbroken body.
My cock hardens to the point of bursting, and so does June. My hand finds its way to her throat then, and I hold her firmly in place.
"You want me to come inside you?" I grunt. "Want me to fill that little pussy up?"
"Yes," she whispers, eyes delirious, face feverish. "Fill me, Kade. I want all of you... I want you to have me, all of me."
She arches her back for me, and my hands slip under it, bringing her closer as I exhale her name.
“Kade!” she moans in my ear, and it’s the last thing I need to give me the release I crave.
“Yes, baby,” I whisper back. “Here you go, June. Here you fucking go, Junebug. You can have it all...”
I come inside her as she screams my name. I’m so tired I could collapse right next to her, but I kiss her once more, reveling in her taste, her ragged breaths. I slip my cock out slowly as she whimpers. My cum stains her sheets along with her blood. Fuck, what a goddamn mess we've made... and what a beautiful mess it is.
She curls up close to me, and I close my eyes for a second, thanking God or whoever made this possible for her. For this. For us.
She kisses me softly but passionately—as though I’m all there is for her.
“How bad did it hurt?” I ask her as I break our kiss with her lying in my arms.