Page 91 of Cheap Shot
“What?” I pump my hand up and down my dick, using the precum leaking from the tip to help my movements.
“I’m a virgin,” she whispers. “Well, kind of a virgin. I had sex once when I was sixteen, but that’s it. Now the only orgasms I get are the ones I give myself.”
I’m frozen. Her words ring in my ears like a slap I never saw coming. A virgin. My girl is practically untouched. Every possessive instinct in me roars to life, and the sick part is, my cock twitches like it’s the best news it’s ever heard.
“Shit. I ruined it, didn’t I?” Tears pool in her eyes as she pulls up her pants. “This was a bad idea. I knew I should've said something sooner.”
“Michele, look at me.” I cup her face, gentle now, nothing like the demanding brute I was seconds ago.
She hesitates, then meets my eyes. Hers are wide and glossy. “You didn’t ruin anything,” I say, my voice low and rough. “You changed everything, yeah. But not in a bad way.”
“But I should’ve told you sooner. I just... I didn’t want it to matter. I wanted to be normal?—”
“Hey,” I cut in, brushing a tear from her cheek with my thumb. “You are normal. You’re perfect. And you’re mine.”
She swallows hard. Her lip trembles. “But you were about to?—”
“I know,” I admit, guilt clawing at my gut. “I was about to fuck you like you were just another hookup. And you’re not, Trouble. You never were.”
She looks away, and I hate it. I grip her chin and guide her gaze back to mine.
“I want to be your firstrealtime, Michele. Not something you regret. I want to take my time with you. Worship you. Teach your body what it’s like to be loved by someone who knows exactly how lucky he is to have you.”
“That’s not very dominant of you,” she whispers, trying to smile.
“Oh, sweetheart.” I let a dark grin spread across my face. “When I do claim you, you’ll still be begging, but you’ll never doubt that Iseeyou. That Ichooseyou.”
She bites her lip, cheeks flushed, arousal still simmering in her eyes. “So... no more spanking?”
“Oh, there’ll be spanking.” I chuckle. “But it’s going to be part of somethingreal. No games. No rushing.”
I pull her into my lap, cupping the back of her head and holding her like she’s breakable but sacred. “You trust me, Trouble?”
She nods against my chest. “Yes. I do.”
“Good,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Because the next time I have you bent over a bench... it’s going to be after I’ve made you fall in love with me.”
I cup her face in both hands and kiss her—soft, slow, savoring. There’s no game to play. Nothing to prove, just the need to show her how cherished she is and how much she means to me.
“To imagine I almost fucked all this up…” My thumbs stroke the apples of her cheeks, brushing my lips against hers, trying to memorize the way she tastes. “You have no idea what you do to me, Trouble.”
She lifts my shirt over my head, running her fingers down the planes of my chest as I reach for hers, but I take my time. Slowly peeling it over her head, revealing the soft curves of her body.
“Are you sure?”
“If you keep asking me that, you’re going to give me a complex.” She giggles as I lean forward, kissing her again, but this one is deeper and more urgent than the last as I turn, easing down onto the bench.
I nibble and suck my way along her waist, gripping the waistband of her panties. “Look at me,” I command, her eyes focusing on mine as I drag them slowly down her legs. I take my time, treating her like a fragile piece of glass, ready to break. “Step out of them.”
Her body trembles as I drop the fabric to the floor, lifting my own hips to drag my sweats down my legs and kicking them off to the side. “I’m clean, Michele. I haven’t been with a woman in a very long time.”
“Make me yours,” she whispers as she straddles my waist, placing her knees on either side of my hips, dragging her dripping-wet pussy along my cock.
“Fuck,” I groan, my eyes practically rolling back in my head. The pure pleasure of feeling her naked skin against mine is overwhelming.
I trail kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower, until my mouth finds her breast. She arches into me with a sharp inhale, her fingers threading through my hair.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur against her skin. “Every second. Every breath. I’m not going anywhere.”
