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“Did that hurt?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said. “But I do want to fuck you.” He was not going to lie to her.

He wasn’t happy that she was a virgin, although he was more than happy that she was not going to be with anyone else. She belonged completely to him. Cruz looked into her large brown eyes and knew there was no one else he would ever want. No one made him feel this way. He was completely besotted with her.

“It doesn’t hurt. Not anymore.”

He slowly pulled out of her, until just the tip remained, looked into her eyes, and thrust forward. Kate cried out, and he gritted his teeth, because the pleasure went straight to his balls. It had been so long since he’d been with a woman, and he didn’t have the patience to hold back. He just wanted to fuck her, to do so hard. He pulled back, and then slammed in deep.

She let out a whimper, and he immediately stopped.

“Did that hurt?” he asked.

She shook her head.

He waited a few seconds, and felt the ripple and tightening within her pussy. When he was sure she was okay, he started to thrust inside her.

This first time, he didn’t have the patience, and he wanted to make it good for her, but between the pain and his desperation, there was no way he was going to be able to make this a good one. So, he didn’t even try to make it good. He just fucked her, hard and fast, and within less than ten minutes, he came, spilling every drop of his cum inside her, filling her up.

Cruz held on tightly to her hips as he pressed his face against her neck, breathing her in. For this time, he knew he was a lousy lover. It was Kate’s first time, and he couldn’t make it memorable. Even as his cock started to go flaccid, he reached down between them and he worked his finger across her clit.

He felt her pussy tighten around his length, and Cruz gritted his teeth and focused on her nub, drawing her closer toward the peak, and once she was at the edge, he pushed her right over it, which started to make him hard once again.

“Oh, my,” Kate said.

“Was that any better?” he asked.

She nodded. “I’m sorry about your tablecloth.”

“I don’t give a fuck about the tablecloth.”

“But you said—”

“I know what I said. I was being an asshole, but I don’t care about it. It’s just a fucking tablecloth, and I happen to know someone who sells a whole bunch of fabric, so I can get it replaced.”

She smiled up at him. “You know how to say all the right things.”

This made him laugh, because if anything, he knew how to say all the wrong things.

“We need to get you to the bathroom.” He’d seen that there was blood between her thighs, and he knew it was because she’d been a virgin. Cruz felt this overwhelming need to take care of her.

“I can walk.”

That was not going to happen.

He pulled out of her tight pussy, and he looked down to see blood mixed with his own release. He picked her up in his arms and carried her upstairs, but he didn’t go toward the spare bedroom, instead carried her through to his. He was going to be able to sleep with Kate just in the next room. He liked having her close, but he also wanted her in his bed.

Cruz looked at the shower, then at the bathtub, and he wasn’t going to make her stand up. He placed her on the toilet and quickly started to fill the tub with hot water. When it was too hot, he added a little cold in and tested the water. It was just the right temperature, and he moved toward her.

Kate held her hand out. “I got it. I can walk.”

He ignored her, picked her up in his arms, which caused her to gasp and grab hold of him. She may be used to doing everything herself but that was when he wasn’t around. She didn’t need to worry about it anymore, and he wasn’t going to let her have the chance. Once she was in the bathtub, he promised he would be right back.

He took a quick detour to one of the other bathrooms, where he cleaned his blood-soaked dick, and then made his way downstairs to take care of the cloth, where there were a few droplets of blood. Cruz took it to the laundry basket, then made his way upstairs to find Kate lying down in the bathtub, with her eyes closed. The moment he stepped inside, she opened her eyes.

“You’re awake,” he said.