Page 32 of His Shy Girl

I shift forward, pressing myself against her entrance, stroking my thumb over her clit as I hold her in place. She arches into my touch on a moan, and my cock pushes in, and then everything fades. Her slick heat wrapped tight around my shaft is all I can think about. She’s squeezing me like a glove, pulling me in deeper, sliding along my shaft. I sink in another inch. Then another. All the way in until I’m fully rooted inside her.

The cum is already boiling up my shaft. My balls are throbbing, drawing up tighter and tighter. If I move, I’ll come.I open my eyes and check to see if she’s okay. She’s breathing hard, staring up at me with shimmering eyes, but there’s no pain on her face. She looks like she’s ready for more. But I need a moment before I can give her more.

I drop my head to her breast and give her a kiss right on the tip of her nipple, then slide to the other and do the same. With every little gasp and moan, I give her more. Licking and sucking on one and then the other until she’s writhing beneath me. Her body is worked up. Pussy clenching around my shaft. Juices running down my balls. She’s ready.

I shift my hips back and then thrust forward, slow and steady, watching her eyes with my every movement, making sure she’s not in pain. Back and forth I push into her. Gaining speed as her breathing picks up. Thrusting harder as her moans grow louder. She’s getting closer and closer, and my dick is getting harder and harder.

I slip my hand between our bodies, and rub at the spot that I know will take her over the edge. She arches back, her hips meeting my thrusts, and then it happens. My gut tightens. Cock throbbing at the end. Pulse racing so fast I feel like my heart’s going to explode. And then… I fall… right over the edge. The orgasm hitting me so hard I go blind. The pleasure storms through my system and I barely register her screaming my name as she hits her peak. It’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt. Fuck, it’s so good.

I finally open my eyes, feeling the remnants of the shock wring out. “You okay, babe?”

She nods her head as her cheeks tip up into the sweetest smile.

“More than okay.”

It makes me happy to hear that her words are smooth. If something was wrong, she’d be stuttering. I shift to her side and pull her in close, cuddling her into my chest and planting a kisson her lips. It’s the best feeling to have her in my arms. And next year, I’ll get to have her in my arms every night.

I finally convinced my mom to get me a single apartment, and I’m hoping I’ll be able to convince my girl to become a permanent fixture in my place. I want her to move in with me, but she’s not sure how her parents will feel about it. I think that once I get a ring on her finger, they’ll be fine with it. In the meantime, we’ll just keep up the ruse. When her parents are in town, she’ll be at her dorm. And the rest of the time, she’ll be living with me.

“Hey, babe. Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” She shifts in my arms, propping her chin on my chest.

“Would you go to prom with me?”

I watch her eyes closely, gauging her reaction. When her cheeks lift into a smile, her eyes lighting up instead of growing dark, my heart rate kicks up, pounding harder in my chest.

“I’d love to go with you, Bren.”

That’s not the reaction I was expecting. And she’s not even stuttering.

“Really?”

“Yes, really. I was hoping you would ask me.”

I guess I was wrong. It looks like my shy girl might be breaking out of her shell after all. Can’t even express how happy that makes me.

“Can I askyousomething?” She returns the question.

“Anything.” I smile.

“Can we have sex again?”

Yep. I’m definitely going to marry this girl. And one day, I’m going to teach my girl that she doesn’t have to ask. She can take anything she wants from me. I’m hers. My heart… my soul… it all belongs to this beautiful shy girl.

EPILOGUE

Willow

Five years later…

“Do we really have to invite your cousin, babe?”

He kisses the side of my cheek, looking over my shoulder at my guest list for the wedding. Believe me, I don’t want Tierney there either, but she’s family, so of course she’s invited. My mom would never forgive me if I didn’t include her. On the bright side though, she gets to watch my fairy tale unfold right before her very eyes. I’m going to be wearing the most beautiful white dress made by her favorite designer, walking down the aisle to the most gorgeous guy ever to exist, and then we get to ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after while she stays back here, still living with her parents, trying to figure out how to get people to pay her for taking pictures of herself.

“Yes, she’s invited.”

He grumbles, shaking his head as he takes a seat next to me.

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