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Fuck. I didn’t. I almost chuckled out loud because this was literally the first time in my life that I was with a woman and didn't have a condom. Trying to breathe through my intense arousal, I shook my head to say no.
"Have you ever had sex without one?" Isla asked, turning innocent again, like she didn't just plead with me to fuck her.
"No." I didn't even have to think about it. Quickly, she scampered off me and reached for her phone on the kitchen island. Her half-wavy hair was wild, covering her breasts like a mermaid. I sat there in such a haze, half understanding what was happening.
I marveled at her beauty, watching her toned legs take slow stridestoward me. She stopped at my knees, and I sat up straighter and grabbed her hand, looking up at her like a goddamn puppy waiting for instructions.
"I've only ever been with one man, and we were both virgins before that. And based on my calculations, my chances of getting pregnant are currently very low." She slowly straddled me again and wrapped her arms around my neck, an action I so wanted to happen. “But considering that I literally watched—”
"Isla? I know that the number of sexual partners I've had is shocking to you. I just got tested after that last girl. I wouldn't be doing this if I wasn't sure. I wouldn't hurt you."
She considered my words, and it dawned on me that having an awkward conversation like this, mid-almost-fuck, wasn't awkward with her.
"Why did you sleep with so many women?" she asked, clearly curious why I was such a whore. I shrugged my shoulders, but then the answer came by itself.
"I was looking for you."
Her eyes shot up into mine, that shy smile making its reappearance. Fuck, Isla would be the end of me. "You know just what to say, don't you? To get a good, innocent girl into bed."
Oh fuck, Isla. You didn't just say that.
"Innocent? I’m going to fuck that lie right out of you. Show me how innocent you are when you’re begging on your knees." I pushed it further and watched how those words turned her on.
Her jaw dropped, and instead of pulling back, she ground harder against me, crushing her mouth to mine, her tongue sliding against mine.
No, no. Isla onlylookedlike an angel.
"So?” she whispered against my lips. “Will you fuck me? And make mebeg?"
Will I? Fuck, that was one of my hardcore fantasies that I jerked off to in the shower so many times, I’d lost count.
"Angel…be careful what you ask for."
20
Boys Who Tease, End Up On Their Knees
Roman
Islaclungtomein the most perfect way as I carried her into her bedroom, illuminated only with the faint light of her living room lamp.
My efforts to place her gently on the bed were swiftly interrupted when Isla pulled me down with all her strength. Fuck, she arched her back in pure ecstasy, and I was in complete disbelief that this was real.
My hand traced up her body toward her neck, all of her relaxing, moaning at my touch. Listening to her voice drove me insane. Somehow, my shirt flew off, and she pushed me up, taking her position on her knees on the bed in front of me, her eyes overtaken with lust and provocation.
With authority, she reached over and pulled down my sweatpants that she stole from me. I was literally motionless at how brazen she had become. An innocent, sweet girl, ripping my clothes off. Her eyes glued to me, she slightly pulled back to take in the sight of my naked body.
Her lips crashed into mine again, and her soft and warm hand clasped around my cock, sending my emotions into overdrive. Christ. Isla—fucking horny for me. A literal dream had come true. She wanted to pleasure me, she wanted to taste me, and I would give her everything she wanted.
"Fuck you, Roman,” she whined into my neck, pumping my cock faster and sending my eyes into the back of my head as I tried to remain standing. "Fucking teasing me. Strong body, big dick.” She imitated me while her delicious and soft tits pressed into my chest. "Boys whotease...end up on their knees,” she whispered, rendering me mute again.
Who was Isla?!
I took matters into my own hands and pushed her down onto the bed, her little laugh injecting life into me.
Isla sprawled on the sheets like a goddess, eyes closed, a daring smile on her face. My lips landed all over her exposed body, and she enjoyed every second of it. Fuck yes, her little sounds of pleasure clouded my brain, and I began to finally pull off her ridiculously small pajama shorts.
I watched her body become completely naked and saw that Isla didn't wax or laser it all off, and it awakened something primal in me. Jesus fuck, Isla, you didn't have to hitallthe checkboxes. In all honesty, I hated when women had absolutely no hair down there—give mesomething. I wanted to be with awoman,and always seeing pussies that had absolutely nothing down there didn’t turn me on. Grown women had hair, and I wanted it.And here was Isla, confidently delivering on my every wish and fantasy.
