Virgins for sale

chapter 7

"Do you think you can trust me, Gavin?"

I silence her with a kiss, cradling her small body in my arms as I lie her on her back. Once I'm towering over her, I see the alarm in her expression. She's questioning again—always questioning.

The uncertainty fades almost as quickly as it was there. She melts beneath me as I kiss her, her eyes closing and her throat humming softly. My cock hangs heavy between her legs. Knowing it's just inches and moments away from breaking her virgin seal has me dripping. As the seconds pass, so does my fear that she'll try to stop me.

I kiss a path from her mouth to her ear, nipping her lobe between my teeth before whispering, "I want to be inside you so badly."

"Do you?" She wiggles her hips, pushing against my hardened length.

"Don't tease, little girl," I warn her.

She grips my hair, pulling my head to the side. The aggressiveness of it about makes me lose my shit. "Or what? Will the big bad wolf come blow my door down?"

Something flares up inside of me. She hasn't even seen bad yet.

I sit up, capturing her wrists in my hands and forcing them above her head. Her chest heaves, but her eyes are pure lust. She enjoys being overpowered. Enjoys being held down. It's written all over her body. In the way she moves ever so slightly, like the rhythmic slithering of a snake. A soft wave. A curve as she writhes beneath me.

"You are mine," I tell her firmly. "No one will ever touch this sweet cunt again after I've been in it."

"No one," she replies in the most seductive voice I've ever heard.

I keep her held down with one hand and grab my cock with the other, angling myself so that my helmet is pressing against her tight opening. The wetness between her legs helps it to slide snugly into place. I push forward slightly, and she hisses.

"Are you ready for me to blow down your door?" I mock her playfully with a smirk.

To challenge me, she tries to wiggle down, forcing me further inside. I suck in a breath, feeling like a fucking teenager about to blow his load. I have to push back down the tightness inside my stomach that's about to embarrass me. The last thing I want is my little goddess thinking I can't last.

"Don't just tell me what you're going to do, do it." She bucks up again, taking my tip in, but once she realizes it's too much, she falls back.

"This is going to hurt," I warn her, wishing I could make it easier on her somehow.

"I'm ready." She closes her eyes like a child scared to watch a nurse give them a shot. My needle is much, much bigger.

I press forward slowly, feeding her one swollen inch at a time. She whimpers and bites her bottom lip, and I revel in the look of her as I claim her virgin pussy. I reach her doorway and tear through it. The ecstasy of the act causes me to lose control, and I slam into her the rest of the way, balls deep.

She cries out and shoots up to wrap around me, clinging to me as if weathering the worst storm ever. Her breath is still in her chest, but I can feel her trembling.

"It's all the way in, angel." I kiss her temple, easing her back down onto the bed. "Are you alright?"

"It hurt a bit more than I expected," she confesses.

"It will feel good soon. I promise. Trust me." I capture her gaze and hold it. She nods, and I know she's choosing to believe me. For that reason, I have to bring my words to life.

I kiss her to distract her from the pain—to distract me from the intense squeezing sensation that's milking my pre-seed into her. I'd love nothing more than to fuck her senseless, but that can happen later...if she comes back to me. Tonight is all about her adjusting to me. To adjusting to each other. If everything goes right, we'll have a lifetime together.

I begin thrusting slowly, and her eyes immediately grow hooded. Soft moans leave her lips as I fuck her, her blood and wetness acting as lubrication to help ease my tunneling in and out of her.

"Your everything I wanted and more," I tell her as I pick up the pace.

My mind is torn between focusing on the pleasure and reveling in the disbelief that I've just claimed my forever mate. I want this woman to be mine for the rest of my life. And I want to be hers. Only hers. Only mine.

If she could see what's going on inside my head, maybe she'd want me more. Maybe she'd feel the same way. But I've never been good at expressing my feelings. In the courtroom, I can talk for hours, but when it comes to intimate subjects...I'm hopeless.

I slow down, feeling like I should say something more to her, but she grips my forearm and breathily tells me not to stop. I can't help but smile. She's reaching that heavenly place that I wanted to bring her to—that I needed to show her she could find in my arms.

Knowing she can handle more, my cock pistons into her with abandon. I slip a hand to the place where our bodies join, pinching and massaging her clit. She lets out a shuddering breath, her back arching as her muscles clamp around me.

I curse, feeling her contractions milking me.

"Oh my God." She pulls one of her hands free from my grasp and bites the skin on her thumb as her orgasm massages my cock.