Page 7 of My Modern Viking Stalker

“Well, not exactly in…”

I shut up when she glares at me. “I am not ashamed that I am a virgin.” I don’t think she is lying, but I can hear the hint of insecurity in her voice.

“Why would you be ashamed? I think it’s so goddamn hot that you are a virgin.”

“Could have fooled me with the horrified look on your face and how far you jumped.”

Fuck!

“I wasn’t horrified, okay, maybe I was, but not for the reasons you think. I was angry at myself for not being more careful. I could have hurt you. I honestly think it’s so hot that you are a virgin.”

Her eyes narrow on mine. “Are you one of those creeps that get off at the thought of virgins?”

I chuckle. The sound takes both of us by surprise. I haven’t laughed or smiled in what feels like years, and it’s not until it happens, that I realize that fact. It sounds and feels so strange.

Figures that April would be the one to make me smile.

“I am not… I don’t.” I let out a sigh, grabbing the glass from her fingertip and placing it down on the kitchen counter. I grab her by the waist and lift her on the counter right next to her untouched glass of wine.

I trail my fingers over her smooth, milky thighs as I run my eyes over her face, smiling at how much she wants to hate this.Hate me.

“I’ll admit, the thought that no other man has touched you the way I have, the way I will, makes me so hard, that I just want to lower my zip, and thrust through your warm folds, and fuck the daylight out of you.”

Her lips fall open at my words. I hesitate, I don’t want to hold back, but now that I know that she is a virgin, I am afraid of freaking her out.

“I’m… I…”

“It doesn’t have to happen tonight,” I whisper pulling a nearby stool closer. I spread her legs and settle between them.

“What makes you think I will let you back into my house again?”

I smirk, “Well then, let me give you a reason to have me back.”

Before she can protest what I am about to do, I drag her closer until her ass is on the edge and lift her right leg on my shoulder. April lets out a gasp as she falls back on the counter, nearly knocking down the glass of wine.

“Maddox, w-what are you doing?” Her voice is breathy but I can hear the excitement in it.

“Giving you a reason to let me in when I come knocking next time,” I whisper, kissing the side of her thigh. My fingers grab the edge of her panties and tear them off her before slipping them into my pocket. Saliva pools in my mouth at the thought of finally getting a taste of her.

It’s been weeks, long, hot, torturous weeks of watching her from a distance. Jerking off to her faded scent on the scarf. Lying in bed all night and dreaming of what it would be like to taste her, feel her against my warm, moist tongue and drink from her honey.

Now, I can finally live out my fantasy. And to think that mine will be the first lips to ever taste her like this, to bring her pleasure and have her cry out my name. The thought has my rock-hard cock throbbing in my slacks.

I slide my finger across her wet valley, begging for patience when she moans out my name. Coming from her lips, it sounds like a prayer, a cry for more, and I am helpless to do whatever she demands of me.

“Do you remember what I told you?” I ask, circling my thumb against her little pink bud. I stroke her a bit before pulling back when she doesn’t respond.

“Uh… what?”

“I need you on your elbows, watching me.”

She obeys without another word, leaning up on her elbows until her eyes meet mine. I swallow at the view she is offering me.

“Now, take off your top for me.”

Her pink cheeks flush deeper at my words and her eyes turn away from mine. I can see that she is conflicted, so I squeeze her thigh and force her eyes back on mine.

“Do it now.”

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