Dubious (The Loan Shark Duet 1)

I’m not a man to make small talk or beat around the bush. Especially not when something as serious as this is about to happen. When she doesn’t move for several beats, seeming uncertain of where to go from here, I roll us over, pinning her underneath me.

“Get rid of the clothes.” I give her just enough space to pull the negligee over her head.

Impatient, I pull the panties down for her, and she kicks them free. She wiggles my pajama bottoms over my hips to my knees. I have to lift first one and then the other leg to get rid of them. Stretched out on top of her, naked, static sparks detonate in every cell of my body. My cock is heavy and painfully hard, cushioned between her soft thighs. My balls ache from too many weeks of celibacy and not enough hand and blowjobs. The need to drive into her is so fierce that I have to grit my teeth.

I slip my hand down our bodies and dip my fingers between her legs. She doesn’t need foreplay. She’s dripping wet. For me. The nights of training her body to want and need me are like one long endless stretch of foreplay, and finally, it’s about to explode. I’ve sucked and tweaked her tits, eaten her pussy, and played with her clit for weeks. What’s left is to give her every inch of my cock. Once I’m inside her, there’s no turning back. Her body belongs to me, but when I’m done fucking her, her soul will be mine. Once my seed spills in her womb, no other man will touch her again. Not tomorrow. Not when her nine years are up. Never.

Spreading her pussy lips with my fingers, I push the head of my cock against her entrance. My head spins as if I’m on a high. I keep my eyes open. I want to see her face the moment I sink into her. I want to remember her expression. I want to know what she looks like when she comes on my dick, and what she feels when I mark her inside with my cum.

She meets my stare head-on, as bravely as I thought she would, and takes my face between her hands.

“Gabriel…” She inhales deeply.

There’s hesitation in her voice. I’m ready. So is she, or she wouldn’t be here. The only thing preventing me from tearing into her is the air trapped in her lungs along with her unspoken words.

“Say it,” I grit out, my need painful.

Placating my libido, I grind down on her pubic bone. The tip of my shaft edges forward, dipping into the slick heat that waits. Almost violently, I jerk back before I lose all reason and fuck her before she’s spoken.

“I know you think I’m a virgin,” she says softly, “but I’m not.”

For a moment, I’m shocked to a pause. How could I have been so wrong? My judgment concerning a woman’s body is always on the mark. All this time, I punished myself, withholding from her, making promises I couldn’t keep. To think I almost let Quincy have her. I shake the thought. It’s not where I want to take my mind, right now. Whoever her lover was, the asshole didn’t know how to get her off. In that regard, I’m definitely her first. Anyway, I don’t care who her first was. It doesn’t matter, because I’ll be her last. It makes no difference to me if she’s a holy virgin or a whore.

“I don’t care,” I say gruffly, grabbing my shaft and directing it to the place that will give me access to her soul. It’s when you take a woman, when you make her fall apart in your arms, that you see the nakedness of her heart, and all the truths she hides from the world.

“It doesn’t matter to you?” she asks with a tinge of disbelief.

“Of course not.” I nip at her ear. “Why would it? I’m no virgin, either.”

“I just don’t want you to be disappointed.”

Disappointed? Is she crazy? “Believe me, nothing about this,” I rub my dick over her slick folds, “can be disappointing.”

A sob tears from her throat. It catches me so off-guard I almost miss the flash of terror that sparks in her eyes.

“Valentina.” I pull back an inch. “If you’re not ready, you have to tell me now.” I used seduction as my weapon to lure her into my bed with good reason. There’s no pleasure in it for me if it’s by force.

“Is that why you waited? You thought I’m not ready?”

“You know why I waited. What are you really asking?”

“Do you…?” She bites her lip. “Do you want me? I mean, do you want me like this?”

“Goddamn, Valentina. This isn’t an act of kindness or a favor. The reason you’re here is because I wanted you from the moment I first saw you, and a second from now I’m going to fuck you like I’ve been wanting to for a very long time, so you better tell me if you’re having second thoughts.”