After cleaning her up and putting her back to bed, I laid awake long into the night with my arms around her wondering what the fuck turn my life had taken now.

It was the first time in my life I held something that I wasn’t willing to lose. In my life, my family being who the fuck they are, you learn early not to get attached to shit.

But as I laid there next to her I felt things I never knew I had in me. I’ve faced death before and laughed in that motherfucker’s face before turning the tables on his ass.

But that night I felt real fear; the fear of losing something special. I pulled her closer and felt warmth suffuse me as I pushed the fear aside. Me and that fuck don’t get along anyway.

But my mind refused to settle down. I felt almost like someone was gonna break in the joint and snatch her from me. Some weird shit.

I got over that shit quick because really, who the

fuck in their right mind would do some half wit shit like that? Not many. And I know her old man or any of the people in that jerkwater town would dare.

The thing is, I knew for a fact that I didn’t deserve her. That there’s no way in fuck that I’d done anything in my sordid past to warrant the last twenty year old virgin on earth.

I finally fell asleep sometime later, reassured that no one could take my girl away from me. Not unless they wanted to lose a fucking limb, or their life.

I woke sometime during the night when I felt heat on my chest. She was burning up. I didn’t know if it was the cause, but I suspected that losing her virginity had caused the fever.

I jumped out of bed like her life was gonna end and headed into the bathroom for the medicine cabinet. I got a glass of water and some pills and went back to her.

“Wake up baby.” She fretted like a two year old but I got her to sit up long enough to take the pills. Then I stayed up all night watching over her and worrying like a new mother with a child with croup.

In the morning she was fever free but her pussy was sore. One hot bath later, after breakfast in bed, I had her on her back, spread eagled like a virgin offering.

The staff had come in while we were in the bathroom and changed the sheets so they were nice and clean, something she seemed to appreciate.

She appreciated even more my tongue in her bruised cunt giving her comfort, and showed her appreciation by cumming for me over and over again.

I tried to be a gentleman, really I did. But since I didn’t know fuck all about that shit it was a losing battle. “Can you take me?”

I was already losing my robe and taking my rock hard cock in hand, leading it into her. She just looked up at me with those eyes and I was lost.

“I’ll go slow.” Lying ass. I started out slow sure enough. But it wasn’t long before the bed was knocking into the wall, the springs squeaking loud enough to alert the neighbors and her pussy taking the pounding of its life.

It wasn’t my fault that the shit was so good I forgot my manners. Or that all I wanted was to be inside her because it made me feel better than I ever had before.

Being inside her was like my first trip to Disney at age five and my sixteenth birthday when dad gave me my first Benz rolled into one. Joy-joy-joy.

She came so I knew it couldn’t have been that bad and I wasn’t far behind. My cock did not want to leave his new home, so I left him inside and slow fucked her this time until she drained my balls.

The only reason I didn’t fuck her into the ether like I wanted to is because some asshole turned on a vacuum somewhere downstairs, reminding me that we weren’t alone.

That whole week I stayed inside her. From the time my eyes opened in the morning I was looking for ways to take her down and mount her.

Her pussy stayed sore, so after each round I had to give her my mouth which was no hardship since her pussy’s taste was my new go-to poison of choice.

When we weren’t fucking, we were eating or taking walks on the beach as she slowly came out of her shell. Not much, but enough for me to learn her middle name.

I never brought up her sister and she didn’t either, but I knew there was going to be a time. Fuck if I’m in any hurry to revisit that morbid shit. All in all I was happy with the way things turned out.

I could even imagine being with her for a while to come, something else I never allowed myself to ponder in the past. My future was usually limited to the next few hours, or that’s as far ahead as I ever allowed myself to think anyway.

With her in my life I started wanting shit, started believing that shit was possible. Dangerous fucking territory. Not one to dwell on that life shit, I stuck to fucking.

I may not have offered her words of comfort, or apology for the way I fucked up her life, but I’m pretty sure no one in that fucked up town she came from was fucking as often as her little ass was or would be in the future. You’re welcome cupcake.

The thing that fucked with my head is that she let me. She never turned me away, not that I would let her, not even when she was hurting.

I fucked around one night and fucked into her cervix and that shit hurt worst than busting her cherry if her screams were any indication.

But once she healed and wasn’t walking like there was a barrel between her legs, she became a fuck hound too. The girls loves to fuck. The deeper the better.