Her words confuse me. She doesn’t know what’s happening with her body? No, she must mean she doesn’t know what’s happening between us. This intense connection is catching her off guard, just like it is me. I kiss her belly and the insides of her thighs to soothe her and go back to fucking her with my mouth. She’s drenching my beard she’s so hot to come, and I know it won’t take much to push her past the finish line, so I bear down on her clit with the flat of my tongue and drag it side to side, nice and fast—and I watch her body seize. Her gasp fills the air and her legs kick out, then jerk up toward her shoulders.
“Ezra!”
Hearing her call my name while she’s having an orgasm is too much and I can do nothing but follow instinct. My body pins her down to the couch cushions and I whip out my cock, shoving it into the tight, clenching hole between her thighs, cramming in as many inches as I can while she’s in the throes of pleasure. “Take it, little girl. Take it.”
“Oh…i-is that all of it?” Her nails dig into my shoulders. “Please let that be all of it.”
“That ain’t even half. Open your thighs and let me in.”
Her scream fills the apartment as I thrust hard—and break through a thin barrier. Shock has my movements grinding to a halt, but stopping isn’t easy. In fact, it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done, keeping still instead of pumping my suffering cock into the snug, wet cunt I’m buried in balls deep. Fuck. It’s the hottest little pussy imaginable—and it belongs to a virgin.
Something primal inside me roars with victory and possessiveness that I’m her first. Fuck yeah I am. No one is ever going to touch this girl. Mine. My princess. My pussy. For keeps. But even as those vows cement themselves inside me, I’m slammed with worry. I’m not built for no virgin. And I’ve been deprived of sex way too long to be gentle, like she needs. Even now, my hips are starting to piston, unable to help it. How can I stop when she’s the best thing I’ve ever felt, seen, touched? My breath races in and out in her neck, my hands gripping her wrists to hold her down, claim her. Fuck her.
“You should have told me,” I say raggedly. “I’m too far gone now.”
“Maybe that’s what I wanted.”
“Ah, God. Pretty, young thing like you should be eased into this, but I can’t. I can’t…”
“I don’t want easy,” she whispers in my ear. “That’s why I laid down for you.”
Possession flames to life inside of me, hot and glowing. “Listen here, little girl.” I plow my dick into her hard. “Unless you want me to go back to prison, that’s the last time you walk around in a bathing suit, unless I’m with you. Because I will fucking murder anyone who looks at my princess. You hearing me?”
“Yes.” She wiggles around beneath me, trying to get comfortable, but it only succeeds in making my cock fatter. When she realizes that, she stops with a sob. “I won’t. I promise.”
I drive into her hard, fast. Again and again. Fucking her body up and down the couch. “I can’t believe you’ve been walking around without my protection so long. How the fuck did you keep that cherry?” I ask her through my teeth. “Doesn’t matter now, princess. I’ve got you fucked and bleeding all over this couch, don’t I? Mine now. All mine.”
For long moments, there’s nothing but a blur of my body grinding and pumping above hers, the slap of my balls against her ass echoing in the living room. I’m groaning so loudly, I barely recognize the sound of my own voice. There’s no help for it. She’s clamped around my cock so fucking tight and now I know it’s because she’s never had a man. With that incredible thought ringing in my head, I can’t help but hold her down until she’s melted into the cushions and bang her harder, entering her with wet smacks of flesh.
“Ezra,” she whimpers, her thighs settling around my waist. “Ohhhh, it’s starting to feel so good. That t-tickle is coming back.”
I roar my satisfaction into her neck. “You can get off with virgin blood drying on your thighs, little girl? That’s a very good thing, because I’ve got a lifetime without you to make up for, starting now. This pussy is booked solid for the next seventy years.”
That little flash of trouble I saw in her eyes earlier is back. She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and tightens up her pussy muscles. Hard. “You’re booked solid, too,” she whispers.
I’m not expecting the claim of ownership to come out of her mouth and it wrecks me. It fucking wrecks me. Before I can stop it, the come shoots up out of my balls and fills her tiny cunt to the brim. My throat muscles ache from my shout, my abdomen knitting up and shaking with the force of the semen leaving my body. “Jesus Christ. Fuck!” My mind shouts a denial over the fact that I came too early, but my disappointment in myself is swallowed up by the sheer magnitude of my pleasure.
The room fades to nothing around me and there’s nothing in the world but her wet hole, accepting my thrusts over and over again. Even after I fill her with my spend, I continue to squelch in and out, sending come splashing over her stomach, thighs, the couch. And I keep going. And going. I must have been storing this pressure inside me for seven fucking years. Longer. Because I’ve been without her my whole life. My orgasm takes several minutes to deplete me and when it does, my body goes limp.
Her hands smooth up my sweating, heaving back and for the first time since being released from prison, I truly feel home.
When an ounce of my strength returns, I lift my head and look down into her beautiful, flushed face. I kiss her mouth, her forehead, her nose. “You should have told me you were a virgin.”
She looks momentarily contrite until her sassiness shines back through. “Would it have made a difference in how…hard you took me?”
Now I’m contrite. “Not today, princess.” We share a lazy smile and I realize something with a sinking feeling. Something important. “I haven’t even asked your name.”
Her hesitation is short. “Ophelia.”
God, it’s so pretty, it’s almost worthy of her. “Ophelia.” I kiss her long and hard. “You belong to Ezra now.”
She nods slowly.
“I’ll get a towel and clean you up,” I say, coming to my feet with a groan and stretching, letting her eyes explore my body. Even at half mast, my cock makes her suck in a breath and I decide it was a good thing she didn’t see it before we fucked or she would have been too nervous to take a single one of my twelve inches. “Don’t move.”
I’m only in the bathroom for a minute because I can’t stand being away from her. I want to hold her, kiss her, figure out where we’ll be living—together. And I want to get my mouth on her nipples, my hands on her ass. Yeah, I’m already getting hard again for my Ophelia.
So when I come out of the bathroom with a warm washcloth and she’s gone, leaving nothing behind but the droplets of virgin blood on the couch cushions, my bellow is loud enough to crack the glass in my mother’s front window.
“Ophelia!”
I stomp to the front of the apartment just in time to see her peel out of the parking space below and denial surges inside me like a fucking tidal wave. What did I do to send her running?
I don’t know.
I don’t know, but she will be found. Immediately.
Once that happens, she’s never leaving my sight again.
CHAPTER THREE
Ophelia
Two days later and I’m still not steady on my feet.
I like to pretend it’s just my equilibrium that’s off, instead of my whole existence. As if I don’t see Ezra’s smile every time I blink or feel his touch every time I move. How can I miss someone I only knew for an hour tops? Our acquaintance might have been even shorter than an hour, but I blacked out during my very first orgasm, so details are sketchy.
Side note: orgasms are the business.