“I don’t have sex on the first date,” she stated shyly, wiping her lips. A blush rose to her cheeks as she slowly stood up, trying to keep her balance by gripping onto my arm. She was hesitant, embarrassed maybe. I think it was vulnerability. I think she was afraid I’d be done. She was afraid it was only lust.

“Oh yeah?” I responded, still trying to catch my breath and get a sense of who this girl was. “So what’s this then?”

When I looked in her eyes, I knew what the real reason was. She thought I’d be done with her if I got her in bed.

More importantly, it meant she wanted to keep me.

The cockiness at that realization has never felt so good.

She wanted more and all the same, she was terrified to have me. Maybe scared she couldn’t keep me, or scared to keep me. I still can’t tell which was the motivating factor.

The thought made my still-hard dick even harder. And I stroked myself once and then again until she noticed. A smirk lifted up my lips as I saw her eyes widen.

“What if I want you? What if I want to take care of you now?” I asked her, taking a step forward and forcing her back. Her knees hit the bed and she nearly collapsed, the heat growing between us and nearly suffocating me.

I kissed my way down her neck, letting the heat between us climb higher and higher.

“Not just yet,” I said as I stroked my dick again, feeling it turn hard as steel again already. “Let me taste you,” I whispered.

Her gorgeous eyes peeked up at me through her thick lashes.

“Take it easy on me, will you?” Her words were playful, again feigning a strength that wasn’t quite there. She was exposed and weak for me. Both of us knew it, only she was pretending she wasn’t.

It’s something that made me crave her more.

“Sure,” I whispered in her ear as I pushed her onto the bed. But I never had any intention of holding back when it came to her.

I fucked her as hard as I could into that mattress. I buried myself inside her and held off as long as possible, taking her higher and higher each time until she was holding on to me for her life. Her nails scratched and dug into my skin as she screamed out my name.

I destroyed her the best way I could. And I’ve never been more satisfied of anything else in my life.

Kat’s an emotional woman. I didn’t see it at first, but that night, our first night, I got my first taste of it. I could practically hear her tell me she loved me. If nothing else, I know she loved what I did to her.