Page 125 of Born in Depravity

I squeezed the tip, and she licked her lips.

Fuck.

I quickly kicked off the jeans and crawled back between her legs.

The tip of my cock brushed up against her wet opening. Her small hands moved to my shoulders, her blunt nails digging into my skin.

She bit her bottom lip.

I couldn’t help myself when I freed the lip with my thumb and leaned down and pressed a hard kiss to her mouth.

“Look at me, pet,” I said, as softly as I was able. I wasn’t a soft man, but in this moment, I wanted to pretend I could be, for her.

She obeyed me so beautifully.

“There’s no going back after, so if you want me to leave, tell me now.”

She paused, her eyes roaming over my face. Then her grip tightened around me. I smiled when I had my answer, which was confirmed when she shook her head.

She didn’t want me to leave.

I grabbed myself and moved toward her entrance.

“I’m fucking clean, and there will never be anything between us, you get me?”

She gasped in a huge breath before nodding. I didn’t even care about pregnancy. I had already decided she would be by my side, now and fucking forever. There was no escape, so what difference would it make with a child in the mix …

My child.

My heart stuttered from the thought, but I quickly shook it away, and entered her slowly.

She blew out a small breath, before her breathing increased with every inch I went in.

I closed my eyes, pausing when I was met with a hint of resistance.

She felt like absolute heaven, and I wasn’t even in all the way.

She buried her face in the crook of my neck when I pushed in even more. I felt a tinge of regret over the fact that this would hurt her, but there was no way around it. I’d prepared her as much as I could, but this was still her first time.

And a primal part of me couldn’t fucking hate that.

I was fucking happy I was her first.

I moved her closer to me before I plunged all the way inside her, holding still.

She let out a small cry and I pulled her tighter to me.

“Shh,” I said. “It’s okay. It’s done.”

She shook her head, her tears wetting the skin on my chest as she tried to push me off her. I gritted my teeth when all it did was create friction between us.

I pulled away and looked down at her.

Tears clung to her eyes, her bottom lip quivering.

“It’s okay, pet,” I said.

She shook her head, trying to push me off a second time. I closed my eyes.

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