The door opens. My mouth is dry and my heart is beating fast. My tongue pushes out of my mouth and licks my lips. I breathe in the cold air. His footsteps are heavy. I open my eyes and see him stop before me. My hands are positioned above me still. I’m completely nude. My legs cross slightly out of fear.

“I’ve been waiting patiently this whole time, doctor,” I say. He doesn’t smile.

“You act like I should reward you,” he says, while unbuttoning his shirt.

“Well, I have been good. It’s what you wanted, right?” I ask. The saliva hangs in the back of my throat. He throws his shirt in the corner of the room and steps one foot forward.

“You don’t get a treat each time you do something that I want,” he says. “You’re doing what you’re supposed to do. That’s all.”

“Well, then.” I smile. Again, he doesn’t smile back. “I guess I’ll just have to revert to being bad.”

“You’ll always be bad. Won’t you?” he asks. He then unbuttons his pants. He slowly zips them down and lets them hang open.

“I don’t think it’s possible for me to be one hundred percent good. I’ve been tainted for a long time,” I say.

“Ever since you met me, huh?” he asks.

“Ever since I met you.”

He slowly moves onto the bed. He takes off his pants. “Close your eyes,” he tells me. He lowers his mouth onto my stomach. He kisses me, sliding his tongue against my warm skin. I close my eyes and breathe in sharply. I can’t stop with him. I need him.

Emotions are running high at this point. I can hardly breathe. He looks at me and smiles, wicked. He reaches down with his strong, right arm. His fingers push past my lips. They curl inward against my g-spot. I gasp and bite my lower lip.

“You’re wet,” he says. “Just like I asked.”

“That’s all you,” I whisper back.

I open my eyes briefly and see his huge cock hovering over my wetness. He sees me looking and shakes his head. “I said no peeking,” he says.

“I like to look at it. I like to see it disappear inside of me,” I say.

“You’re dirty,” he says. “I love it.”

He presses the tip against my clit. He lowers his head back down and we kiss for longer than expected. His tongue moves against mine. He pulls back, but I keep my mouth open. I lower my tongue out for him and he licks it. Our lips close against one another, once again.

He thrusts, moving his cock against the top of my pussy. He’s teasing me to no end, building this whole thing up. Of course, I love it endlessly. I can’t get enough of it. When I see it, it looks thicker than normal, like he’s been waiting for me all day. “Put it inside me,” I beg and reach down for it.

He grabs my hand and pushes it back over my head. He keeps it there, steady as we breathe with passion and dark lust. All it takes is one solid thrust for him to find his way inside. He moves slowly, giving me some warning, but once he’s in, he gives it to me hard and deep.

I watch as his hips push back, muscles protruding around his ass. He thrusts again with power. His groans echo the same results. Every inch of him sinks in and I watch as his pelvis presses against me. All the way, deep, his balls smack against my ass. He grabs my legs and forces them together. He kisses my thighs and moans loudly.

“Do what you want to me,” I say.

“I am,” he quips back.

“Fuck,” I groan to myself. He moves faster, as the bed squeaks loudly. “Fuck, fuck fuck!” I yell to his rhythm. I arch my back up. He picks me up with one palm, holding me close as hell to him. I push my cheek against his muscular chest. I bite his tight skin. He fucks me harder and then throws me back down onto the mattress.

He flips me over without a word. I lay on my stomach as he jumps on my back. “You’re a beast,” I tell him.

“I know,” he says. “I’ve been waiting for this all fucking day. You have no idea.”

“I’m yours,” I whisper. But he knows that.

I feel his cock slip deep inside me. His fingers press against the dent in my lower back. He holds on for good measure, thrusting wildly. With each deep push, I can feel his balls hit the top of my pussy. Sometimes they brush against my thigh. I grow more and more turned on by the sound, by the feel, and by his unfaltering strength. He’d give me everything in the world if he could. Why? Because I give him everything he’s dreamed of. Because I’m new. Because I’ve only been his.

I start to shake when he pulls my hair back. The tight pulsating feeling enters between my legs. I can’t stand it and yet, I urge it to come further. I grow wetter and wetter, and I can hear it. So can he. “Yeah, baby,” he whispers. “Do it.”

I scream loud, as if I’ve been attacked. My orgasm shoots into my body and it’s almost painful on its first arrival. I shake away from him, yet he doesn’t let me escape. I’m in his hold until he releases me. My body keeps writhing, as pleasure drips into every tender part of my body. He keeps thrusting into me, never letting up.

As my orgasm dies down, he starts growing louder. I smile and turn my head so I can see him. He grabs the side of my head and pushes down. “Yes!” I scream. “Be rough with me.” He moans, cock thickening. His head lurches back and with all the intensity of the world, he pulls out from me.

He holds his cock proudly in his hand, pulling back on it. A huge load of warm cum shoots out. It comes in streams, almost never ending. It drenches my back, it covers my ass, and during the last shot, I spin around and catch it in my mouth. He shakes like a rattlesnake, unable to bear the pleasure of having my tongue curled around his aching cock. Now he’s mine.

When it’s all over, he can barely stand, let alone keep his eyes open. “I love you,” he says. “I love you more than anything in the world.”

“Stop it,” I laugh. “You just like that I make you cum so much.”

“No.” He heaves in air. “Well, I do like that part, but that’s not why I’m saying it. I’m saying it because I do love you. Shit. I guess I shouldn’t be saying any of this. Maybe it’s not the time. I just thought—”

“What do you want from me?” I ask him. “Honestly. A girl likes to be told these things sometimes, but it might be good to tell me your intentions. Because right now, I have no idea whether or not this is just fun or if you want something long-lasting.”

“You met my family the other night. What more do you need to know?” he says. The answer annoys me. Obviously I met his family. I’ve met other boys’ families before. The next month I never heard from them again. This shit happens to women all of the time.

“You’re stupid,” I sigh and fall against the pillow.

“Come on.” He falls back with me and tries to hold me. I push him away.

“Guys do this. They get emotional. In the end, they know they can’t commit as much as they thought. I’ve told you all of this before,” I say. “You’re a lot older than me. You could easily dip out of this without any moment’s notice. I’m just confused, okay?”

“Well, don’t be confused,” he says. “I’m not going anywhere. Are you?”

“I don’t know. I just got done with school, James. Am I supposed to just stay here for you?” I ask him.

“I don’t know,” he says. “I thought you didn’t have much of a plan.”

“Big deal,” I say. “I don’t. But that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy the idea of being able to go anywhere I want. Maybe I want to go to Tokyo for a year, or move to Wyoming.”

“Wyoming?” he scoffs. “Seriously?”

“You don’t know. Maybe I want to work on a ranch for a couple of months, or something.”

“If you want to work on a ranch for a couple of months,” he laughs, “go ahead and do it. I’m not stopping you. If you want to go to Tokyo to eat Ramen and Sushi for a year, you can do that. I have my obligations here, but I would sacrifice my sanity as long as that meant you coming back to me.”

“I don’t know what it means. The future is always uncertain,” I say. “And your dad keeps talking about marriage and stuff… I don’t know what I can handle right now. I just entered a new phase of my life.”

“If you love me, just say it,” he says. “That’s all I need right now.”

But I ignore his request. There’s something else that needs further examination. “Why does your dad keep talking about marriage. What’s up with that?”

He sighs and looks away. “It’s nothing,” he says.

“Bullshit!” I yell. “Look at me. What’s going on, James?”

He looks at me with guilt in his eyes. “My dad gave me a proposition,” he says.

“What kind of proposition?” I ask. I want to lunge at him. I want to push him away from me. But I have to hear the words come from his stupid mouth.

“He said if I get married, I get the family house. It’ll be written in the will,” he says.

“You bastard,” I whisper.

“You don’t understand,” he says, rushing his words out. “My mom is dying. The house is a part of her. I can’t lose it.”

“You’re sick!” I scream.

“Olivia, I really love—”

I push him away, finally. I jump out of the bed. “You thought if you tricked me into giving you my virginity, tricked me into loving you, and caring about you, that you could trick me into marrying you, all for a stupid house? Do you not see how fucked up this is?”

“It’s not like that, Olivia,” he says. “I really love you. I mean, I fell deeply in love with you. You’re my light. It doesn’t matter what my father wants. It’s what we want.”

“Oh God, I’m going to be sick,” I say. My stomach lurches. I balance myself against the wall and take a deep breath. “Kill two birds with one stone, right? That’s your thinking?”

He shrugs. “I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t feel like this is real,” he says.

“Leave,” I say. “Please just get out.”

“Olivia…”

“Leave!”

He puts his hands up in the air and grabs his things. He slides his pants over his naked body. I fall to the floor and press my eyes against my kneecaps. I hear him walk to the door. “I’ll call you, okay?” he asks.

“Please don’t,” I say. “Please, just never contact me again.”

And just like that, the man I was falling for walks out of my life.