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"Fuck," he breathes. His hands immediately grip my hips. "This feels completely different."

"Good different?"

"Incredible different." His thumbs stroke my hipbones. "You're in control now."

The words send a thrill through me. Control. Something I haven't had in so long. I place my hands on his chest and feel his heartbeat racing beneath my palms. Feel the muscles flex as he tries to stay still and let me set the pace.

"Just let go," I tell him. "Enjoy this. Let me make you feel good."

Then I start moving.

Rock my hips forward. Grind down on his cock. Find the angle that makes my clit drag against his pelvis with each movement. His hands tighten on my hips. Not controlling. Just holding on like I'm something precious he doesn't want to drop.

I ride him faster. Harder. My breasts bounce with each movement. I watch his eyes track the motion, watch his pupils dilate even further, watch his jaw clench with the effort of not coming immediately.

"You can touch them," I tell him breathlessly.

His hands move from my hips to my breasts immediately. Cup them. Squeeze gently. His thumbs brush over my nipples and pleasure shoots straight to my core.

"Like this?" he asks.

"Yes. Perfect. Just like that."

I keep riding. Keep grinding. My clit drags against him with each roll of my hips. His cock hits that perfect spot inside me. I squeeze my own breasts. Push them together and pinch my nipples. Watch his face as he stares transfixed.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he breathes.

"So are you." I grind down harder. "You're perfect, Gabriel. Your cock feels perfect inside me."

He thrusts up to meet me. Matches my rhythm and drives deeper with each movement. The pleasure builds higher. Tighter. My pussy clenches around his cock. My thighs shake, and my breathing turns ragged and desperate.

"I'm close," he warns. His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to bruise. "Paige, I'm going to—"

"Me too. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

He thrusts up harder. Faster. Meeting each downward movement with force. I grind down one more time and the orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave.

My pussy clenches tight around his cock. My back arches. My mouth opens in a silent scream because I can't manage actual sound.

Gabriel groans loudly and thrusts up hard. Once. Twice. Then he's coming. Buried deep inside me and filling me with his white sticky liquid. His whole body goes rigid beneath me as he empties himself completely.

We stay like that for a long moment. Breathing hard. Connected. His cock still inside me even as it starts to soften. I collapse onto his chest, feeling his heart racing against my cheek, and his hands stroking up my back gently.

I just had sex with a man I barely know. A man who was a virgin an hour ago. A man who saved me from my abusive boyfriend, brought me to a motel and let me ride him until we both came.

This is insane.

"Do you regret it?" Gabriel asks quietly.

The question makes my chest tighten with sudden fear. Is he regretting it? Is he already wishing he'd saved his first time for someone better? Someone who isn't broken and running and covered in bruises?

I lift my head to look at him. "Do you?"

"I asked first."

"Gabriel…" I shift slightly, and his cock slips out of me. I feel the loss immediately. Feel his cum starting to leak out. "It's okay if you do. This all happened really fast. We barely know each other. You just lost your virginity to someone you met weeks ago in a grocery store. If you're having second thoughts—"

"Paige." He reaches up and takes my face in his hands. Gentle but firm. Making me look at him. "Do I look like I'm having second thoughts?"