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  When he pulled his cock out, I felt my heart jump into my throat. He was huge, thick and long, and the crown slightly wider than the rest of him. He had his palm wrapped around his dick and he stroked himself, his focus on my chest.

  I wanted to touch it, to see if it was just as hard and smooth as it looked. Without thinking about it anymore, I walked the few steps to get to him, pushed his hand aside, and stared into his eyes.

  “Touch me, Isabel,” Quinn said, his voice husky.

  I did just that. I wrapped my hand around his length and watched his eyes become hooded, his mouth slack. I started rubbing my palm up and down the big length. His cock was just as hard as it looked, and the skin was warm and smooth; I moved over the length easily.

  “I’m about to fucking lose it, Isabel.”

  I sucked in a deep breath. “I’ve already lost it for you, Quinn.”

  And then he had me pulled close to him, had his mouth on mine, and fucked me with his lips and tongue. There was no other word to describe what he was doing to me at this moment. We backed up to the car, and I found myself leaning back against the hood. We made out for long seconds, but when he pulled away and stepped back, I couldn’t move, couldn’t even ask why he stopped. I heard gravel crunching under his feet and he walked away, and then I heard the trunk open and close. When he was beside me again, he helped me off the hood, spread the blanket he’d grabbed on the ground, and then he helped me down.

  My back was against the soft blanket, and the hardness of Quinn’s body was over mine. This part of the ground he’d chosen was flat enough that it wasn’t uncomfortable, but I was so damn aroused I don’t think I would have fully felt any discomfort anyway.

  The truth was I’d never imagined a specific experience that would be my first time. The only thing I ever saw was that it would be with Quinn.

  This was going to happen right now, and I couldn’t think of a more perfect time or place.

  I was meant to be with him.

  Chapter Six

  Quinn

  “Are you sure about this, Isabel?” I adjusted my much larger frame over the girl I loved more than anything else and braced my weight on my elbows beside her head. This wasn’t exactly where I thought she deserved to have her virginity taken, but just being with her was good enough for me. If this was what she wanted, it was hers.

  “I’m more than sure,” she said, and arched her chest. Fuck, I was barely holding on to my sanity right now. My cock was so damn hard, and pre-cum was a steady constant at the tip of my cock.

  Without talking about it anymore, I rose up to help her out of her shirt and bra, did the same with her panties and the pants that were pooled around her legs, and finished with getting myself naked. I had to admit being out in the middle of nowhere, with the star splattered sky above us, was romantic.

  Her cheeks were tinged pink from her arousal, and her lips were swollen and glossy from our making out. I wanted to suck on the flesh, gently nibble on it, and make her come from that alone.

  I couldn’t help myself. I leaned down and kissed her. She was sweet and addictive, and I knew I’d never get enough. I placed my hand over her bared pussy and she arched, gasping out. “This is mine, Isabel.” The possessive side of me rose up like this fierce beast. I wanted her to know, to really fucking see what she did to me.

  Her pussy was hot and wet, and when I ran my fingers through her slit, I had to pray I wouldn’t come before I was even inside of her.

  I lifted enough so that I could look down at her face, and the way she looked up at me, so dreamy and needy, had me growing like some kind of fucking animal. My chest tightened and my cock jerked.

  I heard her swallow and saw her throat work. And then she had her hand between our bodies, moving lower, over my abdomen, and causing my muscles to clench.

  God, was she going to touch me again?

  And then she was gripping me in her palm, and I hung my head and closed my eyes.

  “So. Fucking. Good.”

  She moved her hand up and down my length, paying attention to the crown. I knew she felt all the pre-cum, but her little sounds told me she liked it, liked I was so fucking worked up for her.

  “You’re so hard.” Her voice was so very low and heated from her arousal.

  Shit, she couldn’t say that kind of stuff to me, not unless she wanted me to blow my load before we even got started.

  “I’m hard for you.” I opened my eyes. “Only you.”

  After this night, I knew a lot of shit would come between us, but I was serious when I told her nothing would separate us. Even if we had to be apart for a year, I would come for her. I would come after her, because she was mine.

  I leaned down again, took her mouth in another hard, deep kiss, and just focused on making her feel good. Isabel moved her hand from between our bodies, gripped my biceps with her small hands, and dug her nails into my flesh. Fuck, but she felt so damn good.

  Isabel opened her mouth wider, and I plunged my tongue inside, fucking her with slow sweeps of the muscle. With gentle licks on the inside of her mouth, I wanted to make her so ready for me there would me no resistance when I finally had my virgin cock in her virgin pussy.

  The wet sound of our kiss filled my head, causing me to feel drunk, high ... shit, all of the above. She panted against my mouth, spread her legs wider, and I pressed my hips farther into hers. Gently, slowly, thrusting against her, my cock sliding through her soaked, slick cunt. God, I was losing my mind. My balls were drawn up to my body, and the need to just let go and come was pretty fucking strong. It was through sheer will alone—and the fact I wanted inside her so badly—that I was keeping it together.

  I wanted us sweating, panting out in exertion as I claimed her, as she took my virginity, and I owned hers.

  As I stared down at her breasts, my mouth watered at the sight of those red, hard nipples almost begging for me to suck on them. It overrode everything else in me. It was hard to go slow, take my time, and fully enjoy this while not rushing and giving her pleasure too. My body screamed to reach down and grab my cock, place it at her entrance, and pop her cherry at the same time I gave her mine.

  I dipped my head low and dragged my tongue over one stiff peak, did the same thing to the other, and felt her jerk beneath me. That act had her pussy sliding up and down for a second on my cock, and I groaned. I pulled one hard tip into my mouth and sucked, her flavor sweet, addicting, and like nothing I’d ever had before. I could suck on her forever, just bathe myself in her scent and taste, but she was murmuring for more, to have me take her.

  How could I deny my girl when I was being selfish in taking what I needed? I pulled back and watched as she licked her lips. I was riveted to the sight of her bottom lip as it became wet and red from the act.

  “Spread your legs wider for me, baby.”

  I leaned back and braced my hands on the blanket beside her. A bed would obviously be more comfortable, but if my girl was into it then this is how it would be.

  I lowered my head and ran my gaze along her belly, over the top of her mound covered by trimmed darker hair, and stared at what she’d revealed.

  “God,” I said and ran a hand over my mouth. “You’re fucking gorgeous here.” I ran my finger down her slit, her body trembling for me.

  Her pussy lips were wet, pink, and swollen for me. It was all for me.

  “You’re mine, Isabel.” My voice was harsh and gruff.

  “I am yours,” she whispered.

  “You were mine before you knew it.” I felt like some kind of animal right now, ready to mark my mate, to make it known that she was mine no matter what. I wanted to lick every inch of her body, wanted to memorize every dip and curve of her, but right now I needed to be inside of her.

  I grabbed my cock, stroked myself a few times, and finally placed the tip at her entrance. She smelled so fucking good, like sweet musk that drove me insane.

  That scent, the way she was so primed, was all for me.

  “You’re fucking
mine,” I said again, staring into her eyes. In one swift move, I buried my nearly ten inches into her wet, tight pussy.

  “Oh, God,” she whispered and gripped the blanket beside her. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open. I stilled, my balls pressed against her ass, her inner muscle clenching around me. I wanted to fill her with my cum, watch it slip out of her when I pulled out. I wanted her to smell like me, and let every male know that they couldn’t have her. I stared down at where we were connected and rubbed my finger along her engorged clit, and lower still until I circled her pussy hole that I filled. Before I could pull away, she grabbed my wrist and pulled that soaked finger to her mouth. I watched with a slack jaw as she sucked on my finger, running her tongue along the digit and cleaning her juices off.

  I was going to fill her up with so much of my jizz, my scent, there would be no washing me off of her.

  Chapter Seven

  Isabel

  The pain was instant as soon as Quinn shoved all those inches into me. But I didn’t want to show that discomfort on my face; I knew he’d worry, wanting to make sure I was okay.

  But the pain was inevitable.

  Pain made a lasting impression and was like a wonderful scar laced along the body, a reminder of what was shared, of what was experienced.

  Without that pain, it might have well just been another experience for me.

  I held onto his biceps, his muscles pronounced, bulging. I dug my nails in, bit my lip, and waited for him to start moving.

  And then he did, his huge body shaking above me, the sinews and tendons stretched and taut under his tattooed, golden flesh.

  A shock of pain went through me when he started to push back into my body.

  “Is it good for you, Isabel?” he asked in a strained voice. “Because it’s really fucking good for me.” He was thrusting in and out of me, slow, easy, and I knew he didn’t want to cause me any unjust pain. But I didn’t care if it hurt, because I knew it would morph into pleasure.

  “It’s good, Quinn.” And it wasn’t a lie.

  He kissed the top of my head and continued to push into me.

  In.

  Out.

  Slow.

  Easy.

  The feeling of being completely filled by Quinn wasn’t something I would have ever been able to envision. I might have thought about it, fantasied about what it would be like, but the real thing was so much more incredible.

  And when he pressed his upper body against mine, my softness to his hardness, I sighed. He cupped both sides of my face and kissed me possessively. My pussy clenched around him, and he grunted.

  “Fuck...” Quinn moaned that lone word out, and really started moving then, a little faster, a little harder. “You feel...” he gasped out when I clenched around him again. “I never thought it would feel like this.” He pulled out and the broad head was poised at my entrance. After a second, he pushed in nice and slow, filling me so completely I felt tears of pleasure in the corner of my eyes.

  “Say you’re mine,” he said softly, his focus on my eyes.

  With every inch he sank into me, I felt filled, claimed. I felt owned in every conceivable way.

  I didn’t hesitate. “I’m yours, Quinn.”

  He leaned back slightly and watched himself push into me and pull back out.

  “Watch me, Isabel.” He titled his head slightly so he was able to look at me. “Watch as you take my virginity and I take yours.”

  I rose up on my elbows, my chest rising and falling as the arousal and experience overwhelmed me. I looked down the length of my body and watched in erotic wonder at what was going on.

  The massive, thick length of him slid in and out of my body, and although there wasn’t any lighting aside from the moon, it was full and bright, and I could see everything.

  “Fuck, look at that, baby.” He pulled out several inches, and I saw the streaks of blood on his shaft. Quinn reached out and rubbed his finger along the length, smearing the blood and wetness. When he lifted his hand, my heart stopped.

  God, would he do it?

  With his eyes locked on mine, I watched as he lifted that finger to his lips and sucked it into his mouth. I felt my mouth part at that incredibly intimate act.

  “I know I said it already, but you taste so fucking sweet.” He started pushing in and put of me again. “This means mine.” He thrust deep into me, and I gasped. “This is irreversible, Isabel. You are tied to me. You are mine no matter what.” He thrust deep inside once more, and I closed my eyes, moaning. “This sweet fucking virgin pussy will only ever be mine.”

  “God, yes.”

  “I’m yours as much as you’re mine.” He growled out the words and thrust back into me. “Open your eyes. Watch me fuck you.”

  I opened my eyes.

  The play of muscles that rippled along his shoulders and biceps spoke of his strength, and a gush of moisture slipped from me, further aiding in his penetration. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in. Over and over, he did this, slow and easy thrusts that had me lifting my hips in hopes he’d go deeper, faster.

  We were sweaty, both of us panting.

  I wanted his sweat to drip on me as he owned me, and that’s exactly what he was doing ... owning me.

  “I love you,” he whispered.

  I lifted my gaze to his face to see he was already staring at me. I cupped his cheek. “I love you, too.”

  His movements picked up. His cock slid in and out of me, growing faster and faster as his hips slapped against mine. The sound of our sexes slapping together filled my head.

  “Christ,” Quinn said harshly and tilted his head back, his neck muscles straining. His was making these deep sounds, and when he looked at me again, it was only for a second. He lowered his gaze down the length of my body so he could see where she was impaled.

  Good. Fucking. God.

  That was hot as fuck.

  And when he placed his thumb on my clit, and started rubbing it back and forth, I exploded for him.

  “Fuck. Yeah.” Quinn didn’t relent as he thrust in and out of me, drawing my orgasm to the peak and keeping it there until I couldn’t breathe. I’d gotten off before when I’d touched myself, but this was unlike anything I’d ever felt.

  When I came back to reality and opened my eyes, it was to see the untamed look on Quinn’s face. Sweat slid down his chest, and I watched the droplets, wanting to rise up and lick them off.

  Do it.

  I braced my upper body on my elbows and ran my tongue over the beads, tasting the saltiness that was all Quinn. He groaned and bucked against me harder. Grunts and groans left him and grew louder the more he pumped into me.

  “I’m so close, but I want this to last.”

  I rested on my back again and slid my hands up his biceps and framed his neck. “Just let go.”

  He groaned harshly again.

  “Oh, God, Isabel.” He looked so tight, his body strained, his expression almost pained. “I love you so fucking much. I can’t let you go,” he panted out. “I can’t let you walk away from me.” He thrust in deep and grunted low. “You and I were meant to be together.”

  I was going to come again. And when I saw his pleasure start to morph, his control slipping, I let myself go once more. The explosion inside of me rivaled the one before. My pussy clamped down hard around him just as he buried himself to the hilt in me, moaning as he came. He shook above me, his eyes squeezed shut as he filled me up.

  When he relaxed on top of me, our sweaty skin rubbed along each other. Before I could tell him he was suffocating me with his weight, he rolled off and pulled me in close. I didn’t even care the hardness of the car pushed into my very bones. Closing my eyes and resting my forehead on his damp chest, I listened to the sound of his heart beating.

  I felt Quinn stroking his fingers up and down my back, and as nice as it felt, I wanted to make sure he was okay with what we’d done. I pushed up and braced myself on an elbow, staring down at him. For a second, he just stared at me, and then lift
ed his hand to cup my cheek, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly in a smile.

  “Hey,” he said, his voice thicker.

  “Hi,” I whispered and leaned down to kiss him. As the pleasure and experience faded, the reality of everything crashed back in. I knew Quinn sensed it too because he stilled.

  “Everything will work out.”

  I looked him in the eyes.

  “I’ll make sure it works out in the end, because a life without you isn’t conceivable.” He leaned up and kissed me on the forehead. “If I can’t fight for my love for you, what’s the point?” When he pulled back, I saw that vulnerability once more. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you, and I’m not about to let that go. It might not be until we finish out this year, and maybe you’ll be thousands of miles away, but you’re mine, and nothing can change that. I meant it when I said I wouldn’t let anyone or anything take you away from me.”

  Hearing Quinn say that made me feel like everything would be okay.

  It had to be, right?

  He shifted slightly, his focus trained on me. “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you, Isabel.” His tone was so sure, so controlled. He cupped my face and leaned down so we were eye-to-eye. “You’re it for me. You’ve always been it for me.”

  God, things had to work out. They just had to.

  Chapter Eight

  Isabel

  Two weeks later

  It was insane how fast those last two weeks went by, but here I was, standing near the moving truck, my heart breaking, but my strength doubling. I wouldn’t cry, not in front of my parents, and especially not in front of Quinn.

  The last fourteen days had been hectic as we packed, with movers coming in and out of the house to help load the truck. Everything within these last fourteen days had been a blur.

  What I do remember is the time I spent with Quinn. Those stolen moments at school where he’d pull me into a darkened corner and kiss me until I was breathless. It was the memories of the way he’d hold my hand, tracing my fingers with one of his as we lay on the couch, a movie playing in the background that neither of us focused on. It didn’t take long for the school to find out we weren’t just friends any longer, although I’d been surprised at how many of our friends had seen this moment coming.