Page 56 of The Prom

Its enough permission for me to press the head of my cock against her virgin territory, and the sudden panic in her eyes almost makes me stop.

She must register the flash of concern on my face because she almost commands me. “Do it, Drake. I’m not begging this time. I’m ordering you, soldier.”

Her irritated frown drags a chuckle from my lips as her sass overpowers me.

I say nothing and just ease in gently, allowing her pussy to settle around my cock and accept it on her terms. With every inch that invades her space, a gasp of longing tells me she likes it.

I more than like it. I am delirious with lustful celebration and as I push in harder, sheathing my cock to the hilt, her eyes widen and her skin flushes and her eyes glaze as my balls slap against her ass.

“Oh my god.” She gasps and I press down on her clit and start to move, watching her reaction, enjoying the moment when she learns what all the fuss is about. We move slowly as one person because that’s exactly how it’s felt since we bumped heads on the first day we met.

My cock is dancing in paradise as her body accommodates mine and we move together, our sweat acting as lubricant along with her honey.

I steal a kiss, tugging her lower lip into my mouth this time, biting down gently as I press down harder on her clit. She shivers against me, her small groan lighting a firework inside me and as it explodes in my mind, she pulls me in deeper.

“Harder.” She demands and as I pull out and then thrust in harder, suddenly and with force, she screams, “Drake! Oh fuck!”

Her nails claw my back as I ride her hard, shattering her virginity, marking the territory as mine.

In and out, hard and deep, I am giving my cock the dance of its life as I savor every delicious moment of making this angel mine.

I’m not in battle now. I’m not slaying the enemy. If anything, it’s the other way around and yet the adrenalin that shoots through my veins is more than any battle I’ve fought. Any enemy destroyed, or any friend saved. This is the ultimate in winning and I am in no hurry to stop.

TWENTY-SEVEN

IMOGEN

I’m really doing this.Weare really doing this, and it is every bit as amazing as I was led to believe. As I hoped it would be, and I’m certain it’s because of who I’m doing it with. Drake is the only man I wanted to experience this with and as he moves inside me, I commit every sweet second to my memory. He is everything I wanted and wished for and I can’t believe I made this happen.

I am a woman now. His woman, for this moment, anyway. He may other ideas on that and as I kiss his shoulder that rests against my lips, I squeeze my eyes tightly shut as his cock claims my body as his. It didn’t even hurt, not a bit, and I am in no hurry for him to leave.

“God, you feel good.” He groans as he pushes in harder, his sweat clinging to mine, signifying the best workout of my life.

“I love this, Drake.” I admit, no shame here. That lies in tatters on the floor along with my drenched panties.

He pulls away and gazes down at my heated face and whispers, “You are so beautiful, angel. I love being inside you.”

“You’re welcome.” I smile and his eyes glaze with lust as he rocks gently inside me, reminding me who’s in charge of this body now.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No” Leaning forward, I kiss him slow and lingering, driving a deep groan from inside him as I stroke his face.

It’s an intimate act that complements the sexual one, telling him I accept him unreservedly and have no regrets—never any regrets.

A building pressure flutters inside my soul as he pushes in and out, back and forth, commanding my clit with his rough fingers. The body flush against mine has been sculpted from battle and bears the scars along with the inked on memories. His stubbled jaw scratches against my smooth skin and his dark turbulent eyes glare into my soul with the promise he is in charge. Every nerve ending is dancing to his tune and as he works his magic, it’s as if I am floating on a cloud, delicious sensations powering through me as a sudden burst of heat explodes inside me. His name is on my lips as I surrender to a man I am so not done with yet.

“Fuck.” His tortured groan meets mine on its way down and with one last gigantic thrust he roars, “Fuck, Imogen, that is so fucking good.”

Hearing him call out my name as he explodes inside me is like nothing I ever imagined. It’s empowering and knowing I have given him pleasure means a lot.

As we come down, we lie close, our bodies relaxed, burning with the effects of the unexpected.

His heart beats against mine and reality bites.

I gave my virginity to a Reaper. A fucking god-damned Reaper and I wouldn’t have it any other way. It was written in the stars and caused a planet to explode and as he stares with concern into my eyes, I reassure him with mine.

“Thank you.” I whisper shyly as he lies flush against my sweat-soaked body.

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