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My hands grip her hips, and slowly, I push inside. "Fuck!"
It's hot and tight, and Alina is trembling beneath me. I'm fighting a losing battle, wanting nothing more than to thrust hard and deep into her, but I keep my movements slow and steady. I'm watching, feeling, as the head of my cock disappears inside her virgin hole.
My eyes roll back in my head as her ass opens for me, and the head of my cock slips past the tight ring.
"Ohhhhh." Her voice is part nerves, part relief.
"There, baby, there you go. Fucking hell, Alina, you're so tight. You feel so good." I inch in further, and Alina starts rocking her hips backward against me, pushing me deeper and deeper.
"Oh my God, Derrick," Alina pants. "This is … this is … oh my God."
There are no more words after that, just moans and cries as I finally seat myself fully inside her. It's too much, and I can't help myself any longer. Pulling back, I grip her hips hard and thrust forward, burying my cock all the way to the root.
Alina's entire body trembles, and I'm lost. Lost in her scent, the way her ass feels around me, the noises she's making. My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips, and I pull back and slam forward. Over and over, my hips slap against her ass.
"Touch yourself," I order her, and like she always does, Alina obeys.
One hand snakes between her and the bed, and the second her fingers brush over her clit, she gasps. "Yes, yes, yes. I'm gonna come, Daddy."
"That's it, angel."
She screams, and her body pulses, her ass tightening around my cock. I grit my teeth, determined to make this last, but it's impossible. Her ass feels too damn good, and her screams of pleasure are too damn sexy.
"Oh God, Alina. Fuck!"
My orgasm rushes through me, and I bury my cock deep, filling her with jet after jet of hot come.
We're both spent, and I'm not even sure how either of us has the strength to collapse on the bed together, but somehow we do. I wrap Alina in my arms and kiss her shoulder. "So, you liked that, angel?"
Alina lets out a breathless laugh. "Yeah, I guess I did, didn’t I?"
There's so much more I want to do to her, to show her. An entire lifetime's worth. But first I have to reveal myself to her fully. Either she'll accept me as I am or she won't.
But I'll never find out unless I take the leap. And even if she doesn't want me, I won't be able to give her up. I'll just have to find a way to change her mind.
7
ALINA
Reading the email for the second time doesn't make it seem any more real. So I read it a third, and it's still there.
A job offer from one of the biggest digital design firms in the country. They want me to start as a junior designer. The pay is amazing, it's a remote position, and it's a chance to work at an amazing company.
I should be over the moon, and a part of me definitely is! Except I'm sure that I didn't see this specific design firm anywhere at the job fair.
Which means that someone else must have contacted them, and the only person who knew about the job fair is Derrick. I've been trying not to think about this whole situation, about the way he's slowly creeping into every single part of my life. Instead of getting less intense, his feelings for me are growing, just like mine are for him.
I love him, the thought brushes against my mind, but I don’t acknowledge it. It’s too early. Not yet … even if love courses through me every time he looks at me.
He's obsessed, and I'm starting to think that maybe it's mutual. The way he touches me, fucks me, kisses me—I've never felt this way before. Everything feels so right when we're together.
But I've never had a boyfriend before, never really had a serious relationship. How am I supposed to know if what I'm feeling is normal? Is it possible for love to feel this perfect and right, or is it always messy and complicated?
Derrick is at Sage and Salt for a few hours every morning, and we have dinner together most nights. I've woken up at his place every day for two weeks now, and when he's not with me, I miss him.
The idea of living without him, of being away from him, makes me want to cry.
He's gone right now, and a wild thought occurs to me. I haven't even considered doing this until now because it feels like such a betrayal to a man who has done so much for me. What if … what if I use this time to find out who he really is?
