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I spared a look down at his cock, now free from the fabric of his jeans. And I couldn’t help but audibly gasp at the size of him, so much bigger than my dildo, so much bigger than I’d ever seen in sex scenes in movies or on TV. I felt a small rush of panic make its way through my system, worried whether something that big was even going to fit inside of me, if Zeke was going to lose all interest in me when he realized that I couldn’t take his cock.

But Zeke didn’t say another word as he silently pulled off his T-shirt, too, both of us now naked under the kitchen’s hanging lights. He brought his attention back to my thighs, placing his hands on either side of them as he positioned his cock right between my legs.

And then, he slowly slid the length of his shaft into me. I winced at the pinching pain, at the size, my pussy feeling like it was stretching to accommodate his every inch. It was a sensation that I wasn’t used to feeling at all, and the further he pushed, the stranger it felt to have something as big as Zeke’s cock filling me to the brim.

“How does that feel?” he murmured. “Does that feel okay, princess?”

“Princess?” I let out a small chuckle. “Since when do you call meprincess?”

“Since just now.” He smirked back at me. “So, how does it feel, princess?”

“It feels…different,” I admitted. “It hurt at first, but not in a bad way. I’ve just…never had something this big inside me before.”

“Wait until I start to move.” He pressed his palms more forcefully against my thighs, keeping me in place, then carefully began to thrust his hips against my own, his cock ever so slowly moving inside of my pussy, leisurely sliding his shaft all the way out of me before just as leisurely pressing it all the way back in.

“Damn.” It was all I could think to say as what felt like an expanding ball of pressure started to build deep inside of me, my pussy suddenly aching for so much more. “Can you…go just a little bit faster? I think…I need you to.”

“Anything you need me to do, princess,” he agreed and picked up the pace, his hips snapping against my own as he steadily thrust his cock inside of me. And I whimpered as the pressure built higher and higher, my fingers holding onto the sides of the counter, pressing so hard against its surface that I was worried they just might break.

“Zeke…Zeke…fuck…” I moaned as he fucked me, my pussy so sensitive to his every motion, my eyes way too close to rolling toward the back of my head. In that moment, I didn’t regret saving my virginity for Zeke, for someone who knew exactly what he was doing. And honestly, I couldn’t have imagined losing my virginity any other way.

Before I knew it, I was coming again, tightening around his cock as I screamed out his name. But just as I was about to start begging for Zeke to come inside of me, too, the words disappeared right out of my mouth as my eyes shifted toward the front door.

And that was when I saw Kingston, his eyes meeting mine as Zeke pushed his cock into me again. There was a look on Kingston’s face that I couldn’t quite identify; something primal, animalistic.

Something that sent a dizzying desire all the way through my core.

Chapter 9

Kingston

Ishould’ve known something was wrong when I first pulled up to the cabin. There were faint sounds of struggle, a woman screaming, heavy, panting breaths that seemed to echo between the trees. But since there weren’t any signs of any intruders to the cabin, I assumed that Zeke and Natalie were just inside sitting on the couch, probably watching something a little violent on TV. I’d made a mental note to myself, wanting to remind them to keep the noise down, just in case a curious hiker was passing by and decided to follow the trail of it.

But once I stepped inside the cabin, I immediately realized that I was completely off base.

Natalie was sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter, her legs spread as Zeke pushed himself into her. Neither one of them seemed to notice that I’d come back to the cabin, carrying on like they were the only two people on Earth. Zeke was going slow with her at first, checking in with her to make sure she was alright. And then he started slamming into her, as hard as he could, her pussy sounding wetter with each thrust.

And while I knew I should’ve said something, should’ve broken up their tryst before I let it go on any further, I couldn’t deny that there was something so incredibly hot about watching Natalie getting fucked. From the way her breasts bounced with each of Zeke’s thrusts to the way she seemed so perfectly helpless in his grasp, her small frame appearing fragile beneath his; everything about the sight of those two was turning me on to the point of no return.

And instead of doing what I was supposed to do, I brought my hands down to my belt and quietly slid it away from the fabric.

I slid my hand down the front of my pants, my fingers soon wrapping around my throbbing cock. As Zeke continued to fuck Natalie, her moans only getting louder, my palm moved faster up and down my cock. And just when I was about to come, the head of my shaft dribbling with pre-cum, Natalie shuddered and came on Zeke’s cock.

And then her eyes met mine.

Something burned through my veins as I looked back at her, something that I’d never felt before. Suddenly, I wanted to push Zeke off to the side, tell him that it was my turn, tell him that I needed to fuck Natalie more than I needed to take my next breath. Thankfully, I was able to suppress the primal urge, instead furtively making my way to the nearest bathroom.

Once I was safe and sound, I plunged my hand back down the front of my pants, my palm once again wrapping around the length of my cock. I couldn’t help myself anymore, and if I didn’t come right now, I was going to fucking implode.

Natalie. Natalie. Natalie.

I thought about how good it would’ve felt to be the one inside of her. I thought about how perfect she looked while taking Zeke’s cock. I thought about how surprised she looked to see me standing near the door, surprised to see the effect she had on me when she hadn’t even touched me.

And then I erupted, pulsing fast and hard against my own palm.

“How was talking to Mr. Hanson?”Zeke grinned at me in the kitchen. It’d been an hour or so since he’d hooked up with Natalie, and it seemed his plan was to pretend like it had never happened at all.

I couldn’t blame him for wanting to keep it a secret from me. It wasn’t like I’d been kind to him about being distracted from the mission by her, even going so far as to say that he had no self-control when it came to Natalie Hanson. But the truth was that even though Zeke had fucked her on the kitchen counter, he still wasn’t the one who’d been so turned on that he had to masturbate in the bathroom at the mere sight of her.

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