His kiss flooded my body with excitement unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

The fear that had been there before was completely replaced with my need for him. My whole body hurt and ached where Abram had kicked and beaten me, but I didn’t care.

I’d wanted this since the moment I saw him, since the moment I knew he was going to save my life.

He was a killer; that was true. He was a violent, dangerous man, but he wanted to keep me safe. He killed for me, over and over again, and he proved again and again that I could trust him. He wasn’t like every other man in my life. He wasn’t just another thuggish asshole who wanted to hurt me and then fuck me over.

He wanted me. He cared about me. And I needed him.

I pressed my body against his, standing up. We stumbled backward and he turned, pressing me back against the wall. I gasped as pain and pleasure mixed in me and he grunted, clearly hurting himself.

But that didn’t stop him. He kissed me hard, his tongue touching mine, and waves of pleasure ran through me.

I knew I could trust him. As we kissed, I knew that even if he was a killer, I could trust him in this moment.

His hands worked along my body and pulled my shirt off. He glanced down at me but didn’t say a word about the bruises. Instead, he kissed my neck and his hands took off my bra.

“Fuck, girl. I’ve been wanting this,” he said. “You’re so fucking sexy. I don’t care how many times I get shot. I’m going to keep on wanting this pussy.”

I ran my hands down his skin, his shirt already off from when I bandaged him. I felt the hard muscles in his arms, carefully skirting along his bruises and his wound. He kissed me hard again, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples.

I felt how soaking wet my pussy was, practically dripping for him. I couldn’t believe that my body was even capable of this, but I couldn’t stop myself. He made me feel something I’d never come close to experiencing before.

And I wanted to finally feel a man. Brooks was a real man, a true man, the kind of man who could take my virginity the right way. I couldn’t believe it was happening like this, but I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to.

He slowly slipped his hands down my shorts and felt my soaking pussy with his fingers.

“You’re fucking wet,” he whispered in my ear. “You want this big cock. Don’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasped as he began to rub my clit. His fingers felt incredible along my skin, sending bolts of pleasure through me, my whole spine tingling like mad.

He began to work my pussy with his skilled hands, expertly rubbing my clit in soft circles. I gasped, moaning, not able to help myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and I still moaned into his mouth as I kissed him back. He began to fuck my pussy gently with his fingers, pushing them deep inside me.

“Fuck, girl. You’re tight,” he said.

“Oh shit, Brooks,” I gasped. “I should tell you something.”

“Right now?” He pressed his fingers deeper, and I moaned.

“I’m a virgin. I’ve never had sex.”

He paused for a second, his eyes burning into mine. “You’re a virgin?”

“Yes. I just, I haven’t been able to with any men.”

“With this fucking body, and you’re a virgin.” He grinned at me. “Fuck, girl. I think I can take care of that.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Why the fuck would I mind?”

“I’m inexperienced. I might let you down.”

He shook his head, his eyes digging into mine. “No. You couldn’t let me down if you wanted to.”

I kissed him then and he returned it, his lips rough against mine. His fingers resumed their work, rolling along my clit for a second only to push back inside me.

He worked my pussy that way, back and forth. I found myself moaning into his mouth again, rolling my hips, grinding into his motions. I wanted him so badly, needed him to keep going. The pleasure and anticipation was so intense.

Suddenly he pulled back and grabbed my hand. He dragged me from the bathroom, back out into the bedroom, and pushed me onto the bed.

I laughed as he pulled my shorts off and tossed them aside. I sat up in front of him and quickly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and then slid them down his body.

I could see his hard cock outlined against his black cotton boxer briefs. I bit my lip as I began to stroke his length.

“You weren’t kidding,” I said.

“I told you, girl. I want you to feel this big cock deep inside you.” He tipped my chin back and kissed me again.

I worked his cock, rubbing along his length before finally pulling down his boxer briefs. I stared at his thick cock as I stroked its length, and he grunted his pleasure.

“Put that cock between those lips, girl,” he said. “I want to feel that tongue on my cock.”

I did as he told me, taking his cock between my lips. I began to suck him, rolling my lips along his length, taking as much of him as I could. I’d been with other men, though not actual sex, and he was by far the biggest. I could barely fit him in my mouth, let alone take all of him into my throat.

But I wanted to please him, wanted to make him feel good. I began to work him with my other hand, jerking off his shaft as I sucked his cock.

“Fuck yes, you bad fucking girl,” he groaned. “Suck that fucking cock.”

I worked him, loving the taste of him, loving the way he groaned as I sucked him. I jerked him the best I could, not afraid to use my spit as I worked that big cock.

“Fuck. I love seeing those pretty lips around my dick,” he said. “I love the way you suck that dick.”

I took him as much as I could into my throat, but it was barely half. He pressed my head down and began to fuck my mouth. I moaned as he fucked my mouth like that, his big dick pushing down my throat. I took him, loved the way he pushed his big cock down my throat, loved the way he took what he wanted. I was dripping wet and couldn’t stop myself from touching my own clit as I sucked his cock.

“That’s right. Rub that fucking cunt,” he said. “I want to watch you touch yourself while you suck this dick.”

I let him fuck my mouth and couldn’t help but moan as his big dick went deep down my throat. I rubbed myself fast, dripping wet, moving my hips as I took his cock. I could barely contain myself as his thick cock filled my mouth.

Suddenly he pulled himself back and then pushed me down onto the bed. He ripped my panties off and tossed them aside.

He pressed his face between my legs and began to suck and lick my clit.

“Oh shit,” I gasped. “Brooks.”

“I had to taste you,” he said. “I fucking had to taste this nice little cunt before I fucked you. Look at how dripping wet and tight you are.”

He kept licking and sucking me, his mouth working my clit. I couldn’t help but moan, losing myself as he worked me. He pressed a finger deep inside me and fucked me with his fingers, rocking them in and out, his tongue teasing my clit.

“Fuck,” I gasped. “That’s so good.”

He grinned and slowly stopped. “Don’t come for me. Not yet. I want you to come on this thick cock.”

“I want it,” I said, practically begging.

He reached into his bedside table and pulled a condom out of the drawer. He ripped open the foil and looked at me.

“Say please,” he commanded.

“Brooks,” I moaned. “Please fuck me. Please. I want it so fucking badly.”

He rolled the condom down his thick, hard cock. “I love hearing you fucking say my name.” He grabbed my hair and kissed me again, pressing his cock against my wet pussy.

I couldn’t help but stare at him, my mouth hanging open. I was panting softly as he smirked down at me, his body ripped and tense, his cock pressed against my soaked pussy.

I felt him slowly push his cock deep inside me.

I gasped, my back arching, as pleasure and pain flooded my whole body.

Nothing could have prepared me for this moment, nothing at all. I’d imagined what it would be like to sleep with someone, to finally have sex, but I couldn’t have pictured this. I was so incredibly soaking wet that his big cock easily slipped deep inside me. He filled every inch of my pussy and more as he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around me.

“Fuck, girl,” he grunted. “You’re so damn tight.”

“Be gentle,” I moaned.

“There’s nothing gentle about me,” he said as he slowly began to rock his hips, his cock sliding in and out of me.

“Oh please, Brooks,” I moaned. “I can’t believe you even fit inside me.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know, but I’m going to teach you.”

He began to slowly fuck me, his thrusts moving deep inside me and slowly sliding back out, his body pressed against mine.

Waves of pleasure flooded my body as he began to kiss my neck, his lips soft against my skin.

“You don’t even know what this pussy does to me,” he whispered in my ear. “It’s taking all I have not to fuck you rough and make you scream.”

His thrusts got deeper, more insistent. The initial pain slowly faded as he worked me deeper and harder, his thick cock filling my every inch. I couldn’t believe how his big dick made me feel as his strong hands grabbed my hips, pressing himself deeper into me.

He rocked back onto his knees and grinned at me as he kept moving his hips. He licked his thumb and then began to rub my clit in amazing circles as he fucked me in and out, thrusting deeper, harder.

I spread my legs wide for him, moaning, grabbing at the sheets. “Oh shit, Brooks. That’s perfect, just like that.”

“Yeah? You like this? You bad fucking girl. You like me watching my thick cock fill your little cunt up.”

I stared at him, shocked by his dirty language but loving every word. I was soaking wet, and his cock slid easily in and out, his hips working hard. I could see his eyes roam my body, and so I felt my breasts, teasing my own nipples, pressing them together for him.

“I love this fucking body,” he said as he kept rubbing my clit. His thrusts got harder. “You were built for sex. Every inch of you makes me so fucking hard.”

He kept fucking me, harder and deeper, his handsome face staring at my breasts as he fucked me. I loved that he wanted to look at me, and waves of pleasure kept rocking through me.

I felt like I was living on the edge before an orgasm as he worked my body, his hands rubbing my clit while he fucked me. I could feel his cock slipping deep inside me as he spread my legs wider, his thrusts getting deeper, harder.

As I felt myself coming close, he pulled himself out and grabbed my hips, turning me around. I couldn’t believe how easily he handled my body as he turned me around, spreading my legs wide.

“Look at this fucking ass,” he said, slapping my ass hard.

I moaned.

“You fucking like that?” he asked, slapping me again.

“Please,” I said, wiggling my hips. “Fuck me again. I’m getting so close.”

He grabbed my hips and pressed himself deep inside me. I couldn’t believe how good it felt as he began to thrust into me from behind. I’d never had a man fuck me like that from behind, but it felt incredible as he slid his thick cock deep inside me.

He slapped my ass again, and the pain only made the pleasure that much sweeter. He leaned forward and grabbed my hair, tipping my chin back. I felt his stubble against my neck as he kissed me.

“You dirty girl. You love getting fucked from behind, don’t you?”

“I just love getting fucked,” I moaned.

“Shit,” he grunted. “You don’t know how fucking hard you just made me.”

He grabbed my hips with both hands and began to fuck me for real. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning his name as I pressed myself forward against the covers, burying my face in his pillow.

I rocked my hips back, taking his big cock as he fucked me hard and rough. I loved the way his body pressed against me, and each new thrust brought a new sensation ringing through my body. I could hear his skin against mine, feel his rough hands on my soft hips as he kept fucking me deep and rough.

I wanted him to fill my every inch, to take me however he wanted it. I wanted to be made his. Brooks was so big and so damn strong, and I wanted him to completely dominate me.

He grabbed my arms and pulled them back, forcing my face down into the pillow. He fucked me mercilessly and savagely, his cock slamming deep inside me. I moaned, loving the way he held me hard, keeping me body pressed against him. His thick cock filled me, fucking me deep and hard, his hands holding my wrists tightly.

I couldn’t move and wouldn’t if I wanted to. I couldn’t think of anything but his thick cock fucking me, fucking me deep and rough.

He let go of my wrists and I collapsed forward. I started working my hips, wiggling and bucking them back against him, sliding my pussy down along his cock. I was so dripping wet that he just slid deep inside me.

“Fuck me, Brooks,” I moaned. “I’m so close. Make me come.”

He reached around my hips and began to work my clit. Pleasure rocketed through my spine.

“Go ahead. Come on this big dick,” he said. “Come on my cock, girl.”

He fucked me, rubbing my clit, working me, my body dripping sweat. I was panting for him, my mouth open and starving for it, totally mindless and dripping wet for him. Brooks, my killer, my fucking man, savagely thrusting deep into my cunt.

The orgasm rolled along my spine. Every muscle tensed, my back arched, and I heard myself saying his name over and over as if from a distance.

His thrusts kept moving, relentless and deep. He fucked me all through my orgasm, working my body, sending shivers all through my skin. I had never experienced an orgasm like this before. It was just so deep and incredible, over taking every inch of my mind. My whole body was spasming with intensity.

Then I felt his hands grab my hips and he grunted loudly, his cock slamming into me. I was a mindless mess as his cock fucked my dripping pussy, and all I wanted was for him to come deep inside me. I could only think about his cock fucking me, his cum deep inside me.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “Oh fuck. I’m going to fill this pussy to the brim.”

I wiggled my hips, bucking back against him, letting him fuck me deep. “Come on, Brooks,” I moaned.

I felt him stiffen behind me as he came, his cock thrusting deep inside me, filling my every inch with his cum.

He gradually slowed his pace and then finally collapsed onto the bed next to me. I lay there on my stomach, panting, each of us drenched in sweat.

“How was that for a first fucking time?” he asked, laughing.

“I can’t even think,” I said. “I don’t think I’ve ever come like that before.”

He took the condom off and wrapped it in some tissues. “That’s what I can fucking do to you,” he said, kissing my forehead before getting up. I stared at the muscles rippling down his body as he walked into the bathroom and threw away the tissues.

He climbed back into bed with me, pressed against my body. He wrapped his arms around me, and for the first time since I’d seen his gun pointed at my face, I felt safe from the world.

Everything that had happened even just a half hour ago was forgotten. Brooks held me in his arms, our sweating bodies pressed together, and I felt right.

I felt like I had finally found where I needed to be, at least for a little while.