Page 18 of Bray
Her coming to me, needing me. Nudging something fierce and protective loose that was only meant for her. I hadn’t even gotten inside her yet and I knew.
Usually, I fucked and moved on–nicely. The women knew it was only a few hours of fun. No attachments. No repeats. Nothing more.
I wanted Katie Camden like I wanted my next breath. Needed it to survive.
When I stood, I slid her leg from over my shoulder and to the crook of my elbow, lifting her up as I went so she was still pressed against the door. She wrapped her other leg about my waist and I kissed her.
With my free hand, I undid my belt, opened my jeans and pushed them down enough to get my dick out. It was thrilled to be out of the tight confines and the tip brushed against her hot, wet heat.
I groaned, ready to come from just the silky feel of her against me.
Lifting my head, I looked down at her. Her eyes blurry from the orgasm and the kiss. Her cheeks flushed, lips kiss-swollen.
“Gotta make you come again. This time all over my dick. But my brothers are gonna be here soon to cover the window. This’ll be fast, but later, I’m taking my time.”
Her hand went to the back of my neck, cupped it to hold on. She’d need to for what was to come.
“Bray, I–” My name on her lips again. Fuck, I loved it.
Rolling my hips, I thrust up and into her as I pulled her down.
FUCK! While she was dripping for me, she was so tight I didn’t even make it all the way in.
She cried out and clenched down so hard her pussy was strangling the head of my dick. The hand about my neck clenched, her fingernails digging into my skin.
I opened my eyes and looked at my girl. She wasn’t in heaven with me. Her face was pinched as she squirmed, as if trying to adjust… or climb off.
It was hard to process with how fucking good she felt, but the tears that filled her eyes had a few brain cells firing.
“Kitten, what’s–” I cut off the words because suddenly I knew.
She was a virgin.
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KATIE
This was it.Bray knew. The surprise on his face, then God, anger… this between us was over. Carefully, he lifted me off of his very impressive dick, making me gasp.
“I’m sorry, Bray,” I whispered, suddenly feeling so horribly embarrassed. I couldn’t remember a time, and there’d been many, when the shame was this awful.
Of course, it wouldn’t work between us. He was Bray Wilder. Perfect in every way, including the huge dick that sprung from his undone jeans. That was what had been in me? It was huge. Thick and long, it curved upward with a flared head. It was red and angrylooking and the top part of it was glistening with my arousal. No wonder it felt like I was being ripped in two because I’d only gotten like a third of it into me. If I couldn’t get that much inside me, then there was no way I’d fit the rest of it.
I wasn’t just Miss Mouse, but I was Miss Defective. I stared down at the floor, willing my jean shorts to somehow magically move across the floor from where he’d flung them so I could put them back on.
“Sorry?” he repeated, running a hand over his head. “Katie, why didn’t you tell me?”
Katie, not Kitten. I shrugged and couldn’t meet his eyes. “Because of this.”
It was everything my first time would be with Bray, but now it was so much worse. A rando I picked up out with Lainey would have been tough. He’d have laughed, maybe. Stopped like Bray had after one quick thrust. But I wouldn’t have to see him ever again. I was stuck with seeing Bray over and over again since he was my best friend’s older brother and I’d have to revisit this moment every single time. For the rest of my life.
What was I going to do? I’d have to avoid anything to do with the Wilder family.
“This?” he repeated, then sighed.
“Your disappointment in me. The fact that I can’t do it right. That I’m broken. Obviously–”
He tipped my chin up since I’d been talking to the floor, my head turned away from his dick.
