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“You’re
mine, Lena,” he said in a hard, possessive voice.

She
nodded. “Yes. I’m yours.”

Rory
was proprietary of her, and made no secret about it to anyone. At school
everyone knew not to mess with her, because doing so meant they’d have to deal
with him. Being a virgin himself didn’t mean shit when he’d kicked enough asses
to have the reputation at school that he was touchy and didn’t put up with any
shit. His size also helped in motherfuckers keeping back. But the life he led
with his father, having to come to blows with his old man on more than one
occasion, meant Rory had to learn early on that he had to be able to take care
of himself.

There
were plenty of assholes at school that would love a piece of Lena if they had a
chance, but they knew better. Everyone knew better. Yeah, she was his, and
always would be, no matter what, and being with her right now would make that
sealed in fucking steel.

Chapter
Three

Rory
stopped thinking about anything that didn’t have to do with him and Lena right
now. He leaned down, took her mouth in another hard, deep kiss, and only
focused on right here and now. Lena moaned again and moved her hand out from
between their bodies to grip onto his biceps again. For several long moments
all they did was kiss, move their tongue along the other, and grind their
bodies on each other.

She
parted her lips wider, smoothed her tongue along the inside of his mouth, and
he fucking snapped. It was like all that testosterone, adrenaline, and need
just broke the hell loose and saturated him. He groaned, pressed his mouth hard
on hers, and took her like he was starving and she was the best fucking meal
he’d ever had.

The
wet sound of their kiss filled his head, made him feel feral almost, drunk and
high. She breathed hard and moaned against his mouth, spread her legs wider,
and when she lifted her hips, pressing her pussy on his cock again, driving him
insane, he broke away. Breathing heavily, his body was tight, his hands shaking
with the force he was using to go slow. But Rory kept thinking about them being
naked and about how it would feel to have his bare cock inside of her pussy,
feeling every part of her.

He
started kissing her again, needing the flavor of her on him, in him … fuck, he
just needed her. Not breaking the kiss this time, he grabbed the edge of her
skirt, and pushed it up, exposing her creamy, smooth skin. Yeah, he wanted her
fucking naked, wanted to look his fill at her body. He wanted them both naked
and sweaty, wanted to lick the droplets of perspiration from her breasts, her
bellybutton, and move lower until he was sucking at her pussy. And then after
he had his fill of tasting her, he’d push his dick into her virgin pussy, and
claim that cherry as much as
she
was
taking
his
virginity.

Pulling
away from her was hard, damn hard. Before he could tear her clothes away, which
was the point of him breaking the kiss, Lena sat up and grabbed her shirt. She
pulled the material up and over her head, exposing her big tits that were
covered by a thin, lacy little bra. When she tossed it aside she started
undoing the button of her skirt, and then pushed the zipper down. Rory felt his
pulse beat in the head of his cock, felt his mouth go dry as she got naked for
him, and told himself not to come watching her get undressed.

He’d
seen her naked plenty of times, but this was different. She was getting naked
so they could finally be together. When the skirt was gone and she only wore
her bra and panties, he reached out, his fingers itching to touch her, and ran
a finger along the edge of her bra. She was a lush, curvy girl. She had the
kind of curves, the kind of body that had guys jerking off just to the image of
what she might look like naked. But no one would ever see her, though. She was
his, only his.

Her
nipples were hard, poking through the light colored material. “Good fucking
God, baby.”

She
reached behind her and unhooked her bra, pushing it off her shoulders and
showing him her glorious breasts. Rory couldn’t think straight as he stared at
the dark pink colored nipples. The tips hardened the instant the chilled air
touched them, or maybe it was the fact she was aroused, getting even more
turned on because he was staring at her like he wanted to devour her?

His
mouth watered for a taste. Cock throbbing, hands wanting to touch her, or at
least stroke his dick to ease the pressure, he held his breath when she got on
her knees and rose a little. She started pushing her panties down, and the
sight of her pussy, freshly shaved saved for a strip going right down the
center,
had
this guttural sound leaving him.

She
reached for him, started pushing his shirt up, and he grabbed the back of the
material and pulled it up and over his head.

“Look
at all the muscles,” she said almost to herself. She moved her hands down and
undid his button and zipper on his jeans, then pushed the denim down his hips
and thighs. His boxer briefs followed, and his cock sprang forth like a damn
impatient beast.

“Lena,”
he said her name harshly, his voice deep like he was a damn animal.

The
tip of his dick was wet from pre-cum, and when she grabbed his shaft and moved
her palm down the length he felt more seep from the tip.

“You’re
so big, Rory.”

He
swallowed, his heart feeling like it might burst through his chest. He was a
big guy in general, over six feet tall and heavily muscled. He didn’t brag, but
yeah, his cock was big, and the fucker wanted his girl now.

“Lay
back for me, baby.”

She
moved on the bed, was flat on her back in seconds, and spread her thighs
without him even having to tell her.

“Spread
them wider for me, Lena baby. Let me see how pink and wet you are.” It took a
hell of a lot of will to even say the words, when really he wanted to just act
on them. “No going back, Lena.”

She
shook her head instantly. “Never.” She licked her lips, and he was riveted to
the sight of her tongue moving along her lush lips. Her mouth was full, plump,
pink and glossy from their kisses. She smoothed her hands down her belly, and
if it were even possible she spread her thighs a little wider.

The
world could have fucking stopped right then and he wouldn’t have given a shit,
now when her pussy was bared for him, all pink and wet, her pussy lips spread
for him and giving him a prime shot of her center. She had no hair on her
labia, the lips so fucking smooth.

“You
do this for me, baby? For tonight?” He lifted his gaze to her face and saw her
nod. He loved her pussy, loved eating it out, even rubbing his nose over the
sweet, clean scent of the trimmed thatch of hair she had at the top of her
mound. But holy fucking hell did he like her bare like this for him, nothing
covering the sweetness that he worshipped.

“You’re
mine.” His voice was harsh and gruff. “This pussy is mine.” He cupped her cunt,
held his hand to her scorching hot, soaked flesh, and added a bit of pressure.
He loved how she gasped and grabbed the sheets beneath her.

She
might be his now without a doubt, but once his cock was inside of her there was
no going back.

He
felt like some kind of animal right now, ready to mark her, claw at her, tear
her up in only the best ways. Rory was spiraling out of control pretty damn
fast. He wanted to lick and suck at every inch of her, wanted to run his tongue
over the dips and hollows of her sexy as sin form, and memorize her body even
more than he already had. Right now he needed inside of her, though.

He
pushed his pants all the way off. And just when he realized he didn’t have
anything to use for protection, Lena showed him the condom she held.

“I
have
thought about this, Rory,” she
said softly. He went to reach for it, but she pulled it back. He stared at her,
knowing what she was going to say, and how he wouldn’t deny her, even if it
were the smart thing to do.

“I
want our first time to not have any barriers, even if the smart thing to do
would be to use this.” She looked down at the condom, and then lifted her gaze
back to his.

He
should have been smart, too, insisted they use the condom, because they didn’t
need any babies right now, but he wouldn’t deny Lena, and the truth was he
didn’t want to lose his virginity or take hers wearing a fucking piece of
latex.

She
set the condom on the bedside table, and he moved back between her legs,
resting his much larger body on hers. Rory could smell her, that sweet and
musky scent of her pussy, of her arousal. It drove him insane with lust. Yeah,
he wanted to run his tongue through her smooth, slick pussy folds, but that
would have to wait because right now he needed in her bad.

“I
feel dizzy,” she said softly. “I feel like this isn’t really happening.”

He
knew what she meant. “It’ll be okay, baby.”

She
nodded. “I know.” She swallowed, held onto his shoulders and said, “Are you
nervous?”

He
thought about her question for a moment. “No, because this is meant to happen.
You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go. Being with you in every way … just
being with you is all I’ve ever wanted.” He moved his hand down the length of
her outer thigh, slipped his palm under her smooth flesh, and pulled her leg
out further. Her pussy was hot as hell against his dick, and she was so damn
wet, soaking his cock and her inner thighs. Moving his hand between their
bodies now and taking hold of his shaft, he gave the fucker a squeeze and
groaned.

He
tormented himself even more by leaning back and staring at her pussy. Rory
placed his cockhead on her clit and started running the head up and down her
cleft. He was riveted to the sight of the bulbous head of his erection pushing
her labia out even further as he moved up and down her slit, making her cry out
every time he touched the little bundle of nerves.

The
little nub at the top of her mound was swollen. He wanted to suck it into his
mouth, lick at her, make her come for him. Taking a deep, stabilizing breath,
he positioned his dick head at the entrance of her pussy. Staring at her face,
he held her gaze with his own. He didn’t push into her right away, didn’t want
to cause her pain, although he knew that was inevitable. Slowly rocking back
and forth he didn’t penetrate her enough to break through her cherry. He was
teasing them, making this last, and maybe that wasn’t the best idea.

“Don’t
stop, Rory.”

The
tip of his dick pushed in just minutely before he pulled back, letting her get
used to his size. Over and over he did this, back and forth, not pushing in
enough to actually bust through her hymen, but enough that she moaned for him
to do just that.

He
closed his eyes and tilted his head back, and pleasure assaulted him. He wasn’t
even in her yet and it felt so fucking good. God, he needed to stop doing this,
or he’d come before he was even in her.

“You’re
torturing me here, Rory.”

He
leaned down and captured her mouth with his. She dug her nails into his back,
clinging onto him, and he groaned against her mouth. He took her lips and
tongue harder with his own. He wedged his hand between their bodies again and
grabbed his cock, putting the tip back at her pussy entrance. And then, while
kissing her hard, possessively, he pushed into her body, breaking through her
hymen.

He
dragged his teeth along the swell of her lips as she cried out from the pain.
“It’s okay, baby,” he whispered, his jaw tight, the pleasure intense. He pushed
in another inch, and another, until he was fully in her now. A shiver worked
through him. “You’re so tight, so wet.” He groaned out the last word.

She
opened her mouth and cried out when he pulled out slightly and pushed back in.

“You
doing okay, baby?”

She
nodded but didn’t speak.

 
Rory pulled back slightly and stared down at
her face, feeling his own pleasure go so fucking high he didn’t know if he’d
come down from the feeling. When she was breathing a little easier, and it
didn’t look like she was in pain, he started moving in and out of her
continuously, slowly at first, gently.

 
She was tight, really fucking snug around his
cock, and so damn hot and wet it almost bordered on pain. Rory had to grit his
teeth and make sure he went
slow
so he didn’t hurt her
more than he knew he already had. Goddamn, was it hard to go
slow.
She clenched around him, and he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and
breathed out slowly. He’d come right here, right now if he didn’t focus.

“You
can’t do that, Lena, not unless you want me to come before this has even really
started.”

She
had a light sheen of sweat along her brow, her mouth parted, and she stared at
him with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort.

“Baby,
tell me you’re doing okay.”

“I’m
fine. Just don’t stop.”

Brushing
a few strands of hair away from her face Rory leaned down and kissed her on the
forehead, trying to breathe evenly, but she felt so fucking good. Pulling back
and staring into her eyes, he picked up his speed, wanting to get her off,
needing to. He pushed into her a little harder this time until he was
completely buried inside of her and his balls were flush with her ass. A
shocked gasp left her, but then she moaned softly.

He
continued to move his mouth against hers, not thrusting again for a few
seconds, just enjoying this, hoping she did as well. Jerking off didn’t even
come close to what this felt
like.
But it wasn’t just
because he was fucking for the first time. He loved this girl, more than
anything in the world.

He
was making love to her.

Rory
started moving in and out of her then, his control slipping, breaking. The way
her breathing changed, and the fact she had a glazed over look of pleasure
across her face, had him moving faster inside of her. A look down at her chest
showed her breasts moving back and forth from his thrusting motion. The mounds
were big and more than a handful. They were perfect—she was perfect.