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He stilled himself in that position, getting me used to the feeling. Jesus, it was different than I imagined. I knew I’d be filled, but I didn’t think I’d be filled enough to remove that ache I’d been longing to get rid of. Maybe it was Carter that was just big. Whatever it was, it had me shutting my eyes, basking in the feeling.

“God, Carter,” I whispered, hardly breathing. “It feels…”

“Feels good?” he asked.

“Oh, my God,” is all I could say.

I felt his chest rumble with silent laughter. “Just wait until I move, Angel. Fuck, you’re going to be in for it then.”

I kept my eyes shut, keeping my senses directed at him buried inside me—he wasinsideme. I was vaguely aware he was watching me. I felt his breaths against my face, felt his soft kiss along my jaw; all of it felt so intimate.

“Move,” I told him, my body hungering for his. “I want you to move now.”

He did. Very slowly. Moving in and out in long, deep strokes, taking his time only for the purpose of taking it easy on me. The pain was forgotten. My need for pleasure overshadowed it. I held him to me, burying my forehead in between his neck and shoulder as he sped up little by little.

“Does that feel good for you?” he asked me, dropping his head to the side of my face.

I nodded, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. “Yes.”

“Good, it feels amazing for me too, Leah.”

My arms slowly lowered, until I was gripping his ass with one hand, pulling him to me every time he withdrew. I felt like a firework about to go off. He needed to go a little harder, a little faster, and I’d be there.

“Don’t stop,” I begged him as I began to approach the peak. “Harder.”

He slammed into me a little harder, and I cried out, digging my nails into his flesh as the pleasure hit me, surging through my body, wracking me in tremors as I rode it out.

“Fuck, Leah…. Shit,” he groaned and stilled, coming as he gripped me tightly to him. I felt him jerk inside me, and he quivered, muttering curses until it was over.

Oh, my God.

Just…wow.

That was…

Incredible.

Carter

I couldn’t stop myself.

Fifteen

He carried me to the bathroom after we’d come down from our high. Setting me down on my feet, he leaned into the shower stall and turned it on. The room began to mist, and he adjusted it while I looked at myself in the mirror.

My usually dull brown eyes looked back at me, and they were radiant. As though lit by light behind them, making them shine. My cheeks were flushed, my pink lips swollen, and my hair in knots. I looked freshly fucked.

I’m not a virgin anymore.

I expected to feel… different. Maybe more like an adult? I don’t know, just different. Instead, I felt the same, with the difference being my vagina ached and I had had a taste of something brilliant.

“Come on, beautiful,” Carter said from behind me.

I followed him into the stall and leaned against him. I was shattered and my legs felt wobbly. He supported me, resting my back into his chest, holding me around the waist. He moved me under the spray, and we rocked back and forth under it, getting soaked by its warmth. He later rinsed my hair out with shampoo, digging his fingers into my scalp, massaging me.

“Good?” he asked.

“Mm,” I moaned.

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