She claws at my back as I continue my assault on her body, finding every sensitive area I can and exploiting it. Making it mine.

Her breasts, neck, and just above her hip are all sensitive areas I’ll have to remember for the future.

“You still with me?” I ask, nerves slipping in as I reach for the condom.

She swallows hard, as her eyes lazily drop to my cock. I want her mouth on my dick, but that will have to wait until later. Right now, I need to make her feel even more incredible than she did with her last orgasm.

She nods, answering my question.

“Good, because I’m about to rock your world.”

“That’s cheesy,” she says with a grin, as my lips come down and kiss her.

When I pull back, I tear the condom open with my teeth and sheath myself with it before resting between her legs.

Her breathing slows, and I feel the slickness escaping her, trying to welcome me in.

I need her permission. One more time first. And now I’m nervous. Why? Because I don’t want to screw this up. Whatever this is between us, I like it. I like helping her, and I think she would like helping me.

Sex changes things. But it won’t change us.

I don’t ask her again with words. Instead, I press my cock at her entrance as I kiss her. Giving her a warning that if she doesn’t stop me, she’s mine. And I’m hers. I’ll be her first.

“I’m not a virgin,” she whispers.

I stop, but my dick doesn’t soften. I don’t give a fuck if she’s a virgin or not.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“I was raped at nineteen, that’s why I’m technically not,” she says.

I suck in a breath, searching in her eyes for the pain. It’s there, but tampered. She hasn’t thought about that night for a long time.

“You’re a virgin, then,” I say, letting her know that whatever that asshole did to her doesn’t mean he took her virginity.

I’m taking it.

She smiles. “I’ve waited a long time to find the perfect guy to be my first.”

I smirk. “I’m pretty perfect, aren’t I?”

She gives me a wicked stare. “Too perfect.”

I kiss her lips. I’ll stop and spend the rest of the night listening to her story.

“You can tell me every detail of how the guy raped you. I can be that guy for you. Or I can be the guy who fucks you and destroys his memory in your mind. Makes it all but disappear. No longer mattering. I know he’s practically gone anyway because you aren’t broken. You’re strong. So which guy do you want me to be?” I know what guy I want to be, but she has to choose.

She looks away, and I’m afraid she’s going to choose the talking route. After all of this, she’s going to be the woman I thought she was all along. Cautious. Thinking with her brain, instead of her heart.

“Be the guy that fucks my brains out, and makes me an insatiable sex addict,” she says, with a wicked glance.

“My pleasure.” My cock slides into her with ease, her slick entrance coating me as I push inside.

My eyes stay on her, even as my lips kiss her, looking for any signs that this too much for her. That I’m bringing back nightmares or thoughts of him. I will be asking more questions later because I want to make sure the bastard is in prison. No one gets to hurt Larkyn Day ever again.

Her eyes stay open too.

“Incredible,” she says, smiling.

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