hovering her lips against mine. “Make love to me, Amos. I want to feel every part of you take every part of me.”
I slide all the way out, and we both moan as I slide back in. I have to watch where we are connected. A bit of blood is along my cock and a surge of possessiveness takes over. She’s mine. All of her is mine.
Curling myself over her, I decide on long, deep thrusts, giving her every inch. “You take me so fucking good. You were made for me, Violet. You were made for my cock. Look at us. Watch us.” I prop up on my elbow, and she sees the swell of my cock thrusting in and out. I cover her body again and use quick strokes, still long and deep, but a bit harder.
Our sounds mix together. The air becomes thick with body heat and sex, and our skin becomes slick with sweat while we slide against each other. We kiss, barely—the effort is cut short when we whimper and groan into each other’s mouths because it feels so good.
I’ve never made love before, so while this is a first for her, it’s a first for me too. The energy, the emotion, the feelings between us grow, the moment becoming sensational.
“I’m going to come,” I warn her. “I can’t hold back. You feel too fucking good. We feel too good,” I admit, slamming our hands onto the bed and gripping onto her tight.
“Me too. Yes, Amos! Me too, yes. Oh, yes,” she breaks, digging those nails into my hands as her pussy clenches around me, and she cries out, her entire body quaking under me.
“Fuck,” I groan as I get closer. “Damn it! Ah, Violet,” I grit through my teeth as I plant myself as far as I can, coming into her depths. With every spasm, I thrust, needing to get as far as I possibly can.
We’re both a mess when we are done, and now when we kiss, it’s languid and a bit messy. There’s no finesse, but I don’t care. I’m so wrung out and happy.
“I’ll give you dirty tomorrow,” I say, collapsing to my side, but still keeping us connected.
She bursts out laughing, which causes me to as well. I’ve never had this with someone. It’s so… natural.
It hits me.
This is love.
Oh.
My.
God.
I had sex last night, and it was mind-blowing. It was nothing like my friends back home warned me about. Everyone said the first time hurt. In a way, I guess it did. I didn’t mind it though, and the pain was short-lived. Amos has got to have one of the biggest cocks in the world. When I saw it for the first time, I had doubts like any girl would, but I wasn’t about to not feel him inside me after seeing how beautiful he was. He is as long as his forearm and as thick as his wrist.
I can still feel just how big he is between my legs. I ache in the best way. I’m tender, sore, and I remember him thrusting inside me for the first time. Nothing has ever felt better. He filled me to the brink where ecstasy and pain collide.
He is made to give pleasure.
And I was created to take it from him.
I stretch my arms above my head and smile, feeling the aches and pains all over my body. The pillow gives under me, and the blanket slides under my breasts. My nipples are rubbed raw and swollen from how much Amos sucked on them.
I’m not going to call him Kansas like everyone else, not when I know the real reason behind the name. He doesn’t deserve that.
I stare at his back while he sleeps, admiring the muscles bulging, since his arms are stuffed under the pillow. There are a few scars along his back. They are thin and puckered. I trace them with my finger and wonder what could have done this to him. I lean down and press a kiss to the scars I have access to before rolling out of bed.
The mattress bounces as I get up, and when I turn around to give him one last look, that’s when I see the spots of red on the sheets.
No.
I look between my legs and see dried come and blood along my thighs. This is so embarrassing. I freaking bled everywhere. I thought blood was a myth when it came to a woman losing her virginity. I haul ass to the bathroom