Page 30 of Big Trouble

“Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin? I would’ve gone slower. Been more gentle. I never want to hurt you. You okay?”

“I’m okay. The discomfort is easing.”

“Do you want me to pull out?” I ask, praying she says no.

She shakes her head. “Please, don’t stop.” Her legs come up to wrap around me.

I kiss her and start moving, slow and deep. She’s so tight, like she was made for me.

She gasps. “Oh, that feels good. Really good.”

“You feel fucking amazing, sweet girl. So goddamn wet.”

Then it hits me. “Condom. Fuck, I got carried away and completely forgot. I’ve never…” I shake my head. “Not even when Clementine.”

She cups my face. “You’re safe. I’m on the pill and we know I’m clean since I’ve never been with anyone else.”

“I’m sorry, darlin’”

“Don’t be. Just fuck me.”

“I’m clean too.”

“I’m not worried,” she says.

I shift her leg higher, driving in deeper.

“Yes!” Her head falls back, her body arching.

I’m barely holding on, determined to make her come first.

“Please don’t stop,” she pants.

I thrust harder, deeper, her body squeezing me tighter.

She cries my name, coming hard around me—and that’s it. I let go, emptying inside her, claiming her. And wishing, just a little, that she wasn’t on the pill.

This woman is mine.

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fourteen

Brody

After taking her sweet body two more times, I give my poor girl break. I’ve almost drifted off to sleep when Winnie pushes up onto an elbow and looks down at me.

“I do have one question.” She stacks her fists and then props her chin the stack as she blinks down at me.

“Fire away, Killer.” I trail my hand up her curve of her ass.

“Why are you so obsessed with pickles?”

My hand stills. “What?”

“Pickles. Clementine said you fired a nanny for stealing your pickles, so you must really love pickles. But I haven’t ever seen you even eat a pickle, let alone…”

She trails off as she realizes I’m laughing.