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skimmed his fingers over her breast. Realizing that he was still in pain was like a bucket of

ice being poured over her, effectively pulling her out of her sexual haze and giving way to

common sense.

No matter how badly she wanted this, he was hurt. She just couldn’t do anything to

cause him any more pain, even unintentionally. So she backed away from his touch as she

desperately tried to convince herself that it was for the best.

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-
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"We shouldn't be doing this, Tristan. For that matter, you should be in a hospital.”

Tristan stopped rubbing his chest to move closer to her. "I'm fine, sweetheart. It's just a

little sore. That's all," he said soothingly, which was somewhat true. It also hurt like a bitch,

but he wasn't about to tell her that and wreck this moment. They’d waited too long and

wasted too much time to get here and nothing and no one was going to wreck this for them.

Marty shook her head stubbornly. The action cascaded her gorgeous brown hair around

her face, making her even more beautiful. Tristan leaned down and traced a line from her

navel to her right breast with his tongue, earning a small gasp from Marty as she trembled.

"If I feel any pain we'll stop, okay?" he said, knowing there was nothing on this earth that

would stop him from having her. Not after almost losing her for good.

"You promise?" she asked on a soft moan and he knew that he had her.

"I promise," he said, flicking his tongue over one very hard nipple.

He moved back up her body and pressed a kiss against the corner of her mouth, making

her breaths come quicker. “I’m going to make this good for you. I swear it,” he swore.

Before she could respond, he was yanking her shoes, pants and panties off.

She suddenly realized that she was naked, naked in front of Tristan Black who was still

practically dressed. She moved to cover herself only to find her hands suddenly pinned

down by her sides. She watched nervously as Tristan looked her over and realized that she

was afraid that he’d be disappointed with what he saw.

“You’re so beautiful….so beautiful….” he murmured reverently as he leaned down and

pressed a chaste kiss against her stomach.

Marty choked back a sob as he continued to press soft kisses against her stomach. She’d

never seen a look of such devotion and love on anyone’s face before and the fact that it was

for her shocked and amazed her. Tristan quickly broke through her thoughts with the first

lick, damn near making her jump off the bed.

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He couldn’t believe they were doing this. Years of fantasies didn’t even come close to

the real thing. She was so beautiful, so responsive, so his. He nearly came in his pants when

he saw those neatly trimmed bronze curls between her legs. He fought for control as he

pressed a soft kiss to the curls and then because he really couldn’t help himself he ran his

tongue over her slit. Her hips bucked, almost throwing him off. He released her hands and

grabbed her hips, keeping her pinned to the bed. There was no getting away from him now.

Twenty-nine years old was too old to lose his virginity, he decided as he greedily licked

her. There was no finesse or skills involved in this, much to his shame. This was pure

unadulterated hunger and he was ravenous.

Never in his life had he tasted anything sweeter than Marty’s juices. He greedily lapped

her up, barely aware that her legs had opened wider to give him more access or that she was

gripping his hair and screaming his name.

He suckled her little firm nub between his lips and flicked his tongue against it, somehow

knowing that she would love it before he licked her thoroughly and dragged his tongue

down to her core. He was on automatic when he flicked his tongue around her core before

he slid it inside her slowly, making her moan. He thrust his tongue inside of her the way he

wanted to with his cock. He swirled it around and retreated only to do it again. The walls

around her core began to tighten around his tongue. He did it again and again until he heard

Marty’s scream and felt her walls tremble around his tongue. Still he didn’t stop. Not until

Marty was trying to drag him away by his hair and he was close to exploding in his pants.

Tristan wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before moving up her body. He kissed

and licked his way up until he was once again kissing Marty’s beautiful mouth. She kissed

him desperately as her hands roamed over his back. He pressed his hips between her legs

and thrust firmly, desperate for the motion.

“Please, Tristan,” she sobbed against his mouth as she pushed up to meet his thrusts.

Still kissing her, he raised up and with one hand, freed himself and tried to push his pants

down, but his damn left arm wasn't co-operating. Marty helped as best she could, shoving

his pants down with her hands and feet until his pants were pooled around his knees. Her

legs wrapped around his waist as she pulled him down towards her seconds later.

Nervousness surfaced as he positioned himself at her core. His entire body shook with

excitement as he tried to force his mind away from what they were about to do. It didn’t

matter that it felt like the most natural thing in the world for him to do, he couldn’t get past

the fact that he’d never actually done this before. He was going to make love to Marty for

the first time in his life and he was going to be horrible.

He pressed another kiss to her lips before pulling away. “I’m really sorry,” he said,

panting hard as he fought for control. The tip of his erection was now at her hot wet

entrance. Shit. He wasn’t going to last very long.

“Why?” she asked as she writhed beneath him, demanding he do more than just hover

over her.

Through clenched teeth he said, “This isn’t going to be very good.”

He watched as confusion slowly broke through her lust. “Why?” she asked in a daze.

He took a deep breath and pulled back slightly. “Because you’re my first,” he announced

as he thrust forward.

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Marty gasped as he slid inside of her. He was so large and thick. She felt like she was

being ripped in half. She couldn’t believe what he’d just said. He was a virgin? She never

would have guessed, especially after he’d just given her three rather intense orgasms. At the

moment the burning sensation and feeling like she was being torn to shreds took her mind

away from the initial shock.

She dug her fingers into his back as he pushed in further. He kissed her neck. “You are

so tight,” he said, sounding pained. All she could do was nod, afraid that any real attempt to

answer him would turn into screams of pain. Bob had not prepared her for Tristan.

Compared to Tristan, Bob was the size of a toothpick.

“Am I hurting you?”

She opened her mouth to lie to him, but instead a sob broke free. She didn’t want to hurt

him. She loved him. No matter how much he pissed her off, she loved him. Always had

and always would.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Tristan said as he moved to pull out of her, but she held him right

where he was. It might hurt now, but she knew without question that it would get better in

time…hopefully soon.

“Just give me a minute to get used to you,” she whispered as she shifted beneath him.

She felt so unbelievably full and he wasn’t even in her all the way. That thought was a bit

frightening so she pushed it aside for the moment.

“Let me pull out,” Tristan said and she could tell from his expression that was the last

thing that he wanted to do, but he didn’t want to hurt her.

“Tell me,” she pleaded. She needed to hear it, needed to focus on something other than

the pain. She assumed using Bob would take away any discomfort of losing her virginity.

Boy, had she been wrong.

“I love you, Marty. I always have,” he said confidently. He kissed her then, slowly,

passionately, making her body melt beneath his. Still he didn't move.

The burning sensation was almost completely gone now, replaced by pure need,

something that her body understood and her mind welcomed like an old friend with open

arms. She needed him to move soon or she was going to scream in desperation for the

pleasure that she knew was waiting for her. She rolled her hips, forcing him in another inch.

He hissed, but didn’t move.

After a long moment, he shook his head and moved to pull out. “No, there’s something

wrong. I hurt you. I’m sorry, baby. I’m really sorry.”

“Oh, no you don’t!”

There was no way that she was letting him leave her now. Not when he had her wet

and aching.

“Baby
-oh, fuck
!” he closed his eyes as Marty forced him in the rest of the way by shifting

her legs and hips up suddenly in a move that had his dick threatening to explode. She

watched as he gasped for air. He licked his lips as he looked down at her. His hips moved

slightly, causing them both to groan.

“I…I……” She couldn’t help smiling up at him. Tristan Black, one of the most feared,

respected and arrogant men in town was at a loss for words. No one would ever believe her,

not that she planned on sharing this moment with anyone.

“Shh, just move. I feel better,” she said soothingly.

He stubbornly shook his head. “No, I hurt you,” he said, gasping. She could tell that this

was killing him. It made her love him even more. Any other man would have probably just

reassured her that it was okay and proceeded, but Tristan cared. He really did love her.

“It’s supposed to happen the first time,” she said with a shy smile. She noted seconds

later that he’d gone utterly still. Beautiful green eyes stared down at her in shock.

“I’m your first?” he asked in a tone of disbelief.

“Yes! Now move!” she cried out, not caring how desperate she sounded. Thank God he

did just that. She didn’t want to have to kill him after all.

He took her lips in another hungry kiss as he pulled back out and thrust back in, driving

her crazy. He kept his thrusts even and slow. She could feel his entire body tremble with the

effort it took to maintain control. She appreciated the sentiment, but she didn’t want

control. She wanted Tristan. She wanted to see him snap and release everything he’d been

holding back.

“You feel so good, Tristan,” she practically purred as she teasingly ran her fingers over

his back. He groaned long and loud as his thrusts became a bit unsteady. He stared down at

her, watching her hungrily as he moved inside of her.

She needed him to lose control and she knew of only one way to do that. She had to

taunt him. She cupped the back of his head and pulled him down so she could press a kiss

against his neck, earning a sexy growl.

Marty pressed another kiss right beneath his ear and suckled the skin, making him lose a

little more control, but not enough.

“I’ve dreamed of you fucking me for years, Tristan,” she whispered into his ear, making

him buck hard into her. “I’ve dreamed of sucking your cock, licking you from your balls to

the tip and back again. I’ve dreamed of you bending me over and-“

Her words were cut off by a loud roar as he began to pound into her, hard and quick. It

took everything she had to hold onto him as her hips thrust up to meet his. He took her

mouth again in a hungry kiss, thrusting his tongue in her mouth with more control.

She wanted to scream, “Yes!” and probably did by the way he grunted. She felt her body

tighten around his as her orgasm built inside her. She became wild beneath him, kissing him

and clawing at him, desperate for what waited for her. When her orgasm finally broke, she

threw her head back and screamed his name.

Tristan stilled above her. After a sight pause he threw his head back and groaned, long

and loud. He squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head forward, panting.

“Marty….oh….God….Marty!” He groaned loudly before he took a deep breath and

brushed his lips over hers.

She couldn’t help but smile as she weakly said, “That was so good, Tristan.”

He raised himself up to look down at her, looking confused and very sexy. “What do you

mean ‘was’? We’re not done yet.”

“What……” Her eyes widened as she felt him move inside of her.

“Nope,” he said with a pleased grin. “Definitely not done.” He swallowed her whimper

with his mouth as her took her again.

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An hour after she cried, begged and threatened to kill him, Marty’s head finally hit the

pillow. He took her four times.
Four
times
! Every time got better and better, if that was

even possible. She didn’t count the blowjobs she gave him to buy herself some sleep.

Naturally he felt the need to reciprocate those times in the shower with his mouth and

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