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The shock of him actually burying himself in me doesn’t allow me to respond till he starts making shallow thrusts and I start feeling pleasure again. “My name is Von.” Even as he speaks, he thrusts that I have no other choice but to grip his arm while I allow the pleasure stop me from thinking about my stupidity. “Von, I’ve just given you my virginity how about you make my first time amazing because I’d never have sex in my life again.”

“You think I didn’t notice the way you stared. The way you squirmed when I called on you.” Jenson moaned softly, his cock already hard against the desk. Clinton’s hand slid down his back, then between his thighs. “So ready,” he muttered. “So desperate.” He spit on his fingers and pushed one inside. Jenson gasped, back arching. “You ever done this before?” “No,” Jenson whispered. Clinton stilled. Then he pulled his finger out and leaned forward, his mouth brushing Jenson’s ear. “Then I’m going to make sure your first time hurts.”

My grip tightens in his hair as I fight the urge to thrust into that perfect, scorching heat. “I… I’ve never… fuck, don’t stop,” I pant, head falling back, completely lost to the overwhelming, mind-melting sensation of my first time with a man.

I was furious. And for the first time in my life, I was not backing down. I placed my hand in his. “Let them watch.”

Suddenly, the reality of what was about to happen overwhelmed me, leaving me caught between nervousness, fear, and a vulnerability I had never felt before. “Wait… please,” I whispered, my voice trembling. I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself before finally admitting what had been weighing on my mind. “Slowly… please. It’s my first time.” His eyes widened in surprise, clearly caught off guard by my confession. For a moment, he seemed frozen, as if he hadn't expected it at all. “Your first time?” he whispered, his voice strained with disbelief. He took a shaky breath, fighting to steady himself despite how badly he wanted to keep going.

"Does it matter? I'm twenty-one, Taylor. I'm not a kid." ​"It matters a lot!" he snapped, sitting back on his heels. "I was wondering why you were clenching my finger so hard earlier…I thought…. No I can't do this…I can't be your first one... if I hurt you..." ​"You won't hurt me," I said quickly, sitting up and grabbing his forearms. His skin was hot and his muscles were like rock. “Your first time need to be with someone special…I can't believe your making me give you the first time talk when I was about to fuck you senseless till you can't walk.” He said, clearly agitated.

I tried to wipe off the dried tears that clung to her face as guilt clawed its way to my heart. Turns out when she asked me to go rough, I obliged. But I tried to talk her out of the idea, knowing it was her first time and unaware of how aggressive and merciless I could be. After a series of pleas, I gave into her demand, but got lost in her sweetness each time her tight pussy clenched firmly around my dick. The hard grip and the juices from her arousal almost drove me insane. I forgot it was her first time and rammed into her without mercy.

" I tugged my hand out of his grip and walked away. Stupid ass, how could he just be so plain with it, Ugh. "Emma I was joking, stop walking away from me." He shouted running up to me. "Can't you take a joke?" He chuckled. "No, because it's not funny! Tristan, I'm a virgin and-and i-I'm really scared. I don't wanna make the wrong choice." I looked down at my bare feet. "I know you are. I'm really sorry, but I promise to make your first time amazing and special. Just think of how good it'll feel when I'm inside you and you are not able to breathe properly because of the pleasurable pain.

The First One sat on the beach and stared at the violent waves of the ocean as he deliberated. The killings had stopped but not for long. Officer Muhammad and Maryam must die in order to protect his real identity. The trip to Lagos had been taken for the main purpose of relaxing and approaching matters from a psychological point because where violence fails, logic is born. It had not been easy approaching the men running things at work and asking for some few days off but the greatest weapon in The First One arsenal was the power of persuasion.

Ria couldn't believe that Manisha would stoop at such a low level. Not only did she force her to buy wine bottles, but she also removed her water bottle after the lights went off. Throughout the night, she was thirsty and drenched in sweat. Ria thought that she successfully evaded her stupid attempts but she was wrong. Manisha was now forcefully doing auditions of the first-year students and their excuse is no one turned up for Mr and Miss Fresher.