I said I wouldn't be gentle with her. I said I wouldn't be kind.

It took every ounce of strength I possessed not to fuck the girl into complete oblivion, even knowing she was a virgin.

Hell if she's not the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen in my life, too, lying back on the bed like this propped up against a pile of pillows after I cleaned her up.

"I ruined your sheets," she says, her cheeks flushed.

That's the damned flush I've been waiting to see, the one that every blush of hers has hinted at since the first moment I saw her. Her skin is dewy and she looks different than she did before I fucked her – older, suddenly more mature.

It's as if the fact that she's no longer a virgin is written all over her body.

It makes me want to fuck her again and again.

"The sheets are the last thing on my mind," I reassure her.

"I think I might need an ice pack," she jokes.

"Did I hurt you?" A pang of guilt gets me right in the gut.

"No," she answers. "I mean, yes. But it was good."

Then it hits me. We didn't use a condom.

I just took this girl's virginity without even thinking about a condom. I've never been that irresponsible, not even once. Even with my ex-wife, there was always that barrier there. I have the sudden impulse to tell Purity about my cheating ex-wife. I have the sudden impulse to share things about me with her that I don't talk about with anyone.

But that's crazy. The sex has clearly sapped my brainpower.

"We didn't use protection, Purity," I warn her. "I didn't think – I mean, I've never done something like that before."

"I'm on the pill," she reminds me. Her cheeks flush red. "You're not sleeping with anyone else, are you? I mean –"

"Shit, Purity. Do you think I'd have done that with you if I was sleeping with anyone else?"

"Obviously, I've never done this before," she stammers. "I don't know how any of this works."

"Neither have I."

"So you're a virgin, then, too?" She sticks her tongue out at me. It's such a bratty gesture that it makes me laugh.

"If you were standing up, I'd pop you across the ass for that."

Purity laughs, the sound melodic. Then she pushes herself up to her hands and knees, her ass in my direction. "Go ahead, then."

I bring my hand down on her ass cheek, enjoying the cracking sound it makes and the red print it leaves far too much. "Are you hungry?"

She grins impishly over her shoulder. "Depends what's on the menu."

My cock twitches, and I pop her on the ass again, lighter this time. "Not that, Dirty Girl."

She pushes out her lower lip, but turns over and flops back down on the bed. Her stomach makes a loud rumbling sound. "Okay, that's it," I tell her. "Shower first and then food – actual food, or else you're going to feel worse after the alcohol you drank last night. If you feel worse, you won't be able to spend the rest of the day screwing me."

She jumps up, a smile spreading across her face. "Are we going to spend the rest of the day in bed?"

I leave another handprint on her other ass cheek as I follow her toward the shower. "Your roommate is gone for the weekend, isn't she?"

"She's visiting her mom."

"So no one will know if you don't come back to the dorm room?"

She spins around, and I pull her lithe body against mine, wrapping my arms around her. She feels far too good in my arms, far too comfortable, far too fucking right against me. "Why Mr. Gabe, are you kidnapping me?"

"I told you that if I brought you into my bed, I'd never let you go." I mean the words with everything inside of me. It must be the sex making me say these things. I must be completely losing my marbles because of the sex.

Purity just laughs, reaching up on tiptoes to kiss me lightly on the lips like it's the most natural thing in the world. "Maybe I don't want to be let go. Maybe I want to be kept forever."

"That's what I'm worried about."

In the shower, she slides her naked body up to mine. I pull her against me, lathering her as soapy water runs down us. She leans back with her head on my chest and whimpers when I put my hand between her legs. "You're such a horny little thing, aren't you?" I whisper in her ear.

She turns and presses her body against me, her breasts against my chest. "I can't help it."

I let out a groan. Everything about this girl tests my self-control at every turn. She was born to torment me. Smacking her on the ass, I turn off the shower. "I'm going to feed you."

She flashes a wide smile. "Promise?"

"I'll feed you that later."

When we make it downstairs, she sinks into the sofa in my living room wearing nothing except one of my grey t-shirts. "I could go to the dorm room for clothes," she tried to tell me when she got out of the shower, but I told her she wasn't going to need clothes this weekend.

I open my laptop, humming to myself. "Do you like Thai food?"

She shrugs. "I'm not sure. I've never had it."

"Sushi?"

She bites her lip. "I haven't had that either."

"You've never had sushi?" I ask in disbelief.

"Um, South Hollow doesn't have a sushi restaurant."

"Mexican?"

She gives me a sheepish look. "I've made tacos at home…"

I'm torn between being shocked at how little she's been exposed to in life and irritated with her father for sheltering her. Of course, I'm not exactly taking her out on the town, either.

"Stop," she says.

"Stop what?"

"I know what you're thinking." She glares at me. "It's my first time outside of South Hollow and I haven't tried a million different foods or traveled anywhere. But I'm not a brainless twit who's incapable of making her own choices, so you can stop feeling guilty about fucking me right now. Is that clear?"

Her brashness and confidence takes me aback, and I can't help but laugh.

"And stop laughing at me!" she exclaims. "I'm not being funny! I'm being serious here!"

"Yes, ma'am," I answer, going back to my laptop and clicking through restaurant menus. If she has no life experience, the least I can do is give her as much as I can.

"That's better," she huffs as she settles into the sofa and changes the channel on the TV. "Ma'am is much better."

"I'll make you pay for your mouth later," I promise her, distracted by ordering delivery on the website. "Brat."

"I would hope so. Otherwise, this whole thing would be very disappointing."

She curls up on the sofa while I place the order, seemingly content enough to watch television, her legs tucked underneath her. She looks so good and so comfortable and so damned right sitting there on my sofa.

She feels so right in my house. In my bed.

When I'm finished ordering, I walk over to the sofa with only one thing on my mind. I don't give her any warning; I just grab her ankles and turn her around to face me. Her skin squeaks on the leather as her ass moves over it and she giggles, dropping the remote. I pull her down so that her ass is right on the edge of the cushion and kneel between her legs.

"You told me to watch TV," she protests.

"I'm sorry, am I interrupting your television?" I ask, spreading her thighs with my palms. The t-shirt she's wearing is bunched up around her waist, revealing her bare pussy. I'm not sure why, but she looks sexier wearing my old shirt than she has in anything else I've seen her wearing – including the schoolgirl outfit that unraveled me the first time. "Because if you'd rather watch…" I look over my shoulder. "Breakfast at Tiffany's… then I can leave you alone with it."

"Is that what it is?" she asks. "My father never let me watch television, really. He called it the work of the Devil."

"I figured that's what he'd call sex," I remark.

She giggles. "That too," she says. "He called you the Devil before, you know."

I grunt, dipping down to run my tongue along her slit. She lets out a little moan, falling back against the sofa cushions. "Well, then, this is really the Devil's work – and I'm very good at my job."

"Yes, you are," she whispers as I cover her pussy with my mouth, my tongue exploring her for a moment before I tease her by taking it away.

"I wouldn't want you to miss your movie."

"I'm okay," she whispers.

"It's a classic."

She laughs. "Kind of like you, old man."

Letting out a growl, I resume eating her pussy with ferocity, not gentle and not kind in the least. Sliding my hands up her body, I knead her breasts and pinch her nipples as she arches against my mouth. I savage her with my tongue until she's bucking against me, her hands on the back of my head, pulling me tighter as she moans.

I eat her without letting up for a single moment, not even when she cries out as she comes with a vengeance on my face. I keep fucking her pussy with my tongue, licking her until she yanks on my hair and her thighs clamp against the side of my face. When I pull away from her, she's panting. "You have to stop or I'm going to die," she gasps.

Standing, I pull off my boxers and straddle her lap, pushing her all of the way back against the sofa. My cock is level with her lips and her mouth falls open to take me in. "I think you called me an old man, little girl," I say, grabbing a handful of her hair.

She looks up at me with half-lidded eyes. "Old man," she whispers.

Her hair in my hand, I pull her onto my cock. "If I were an old man, I wouldn't be able to fuck your sweet little mouth the way I'm going to fuck it now."

She opens for me, swallowing me down as I begin to thrust deeper into her throat, my grip on her hair firm. When she makes a little gagging sound, I tell myself that I should stop – but then she lets out a low moan that sends vibrations up my shaft so intense that I can't possibly stop now.

"Do you like me fucking your mouth like this?" I ask. "This is the way I wanted to fuck you earlier – hard, rough, and bare inside you."

She moans her response, her lips tightening as she sucks me in. She looks up at me, her eyes begging for more instead of pleading for me to stop. She grips the back of my thighs and pulls me deeper into her mouth.

I thrust inside of her until her eyes water, until she's moaning and whimpering and I'm no longer sure if she wants me to keep going or if she wants me to stop. I fuck her mouth until I'm driven to the edge. "Do you want me to come down that sweet little throat? Do you think you can swallow all of me?"

She nods, her mouth too full of my cock to speak. She's so damned agreeable that it makes me come. I explode with a loud cry, pumping into her mouth over and over as I let go of everything I have. "Good girl," I murmur, my hand on her hair to grip her tightly as I fill her.

She swallows and swallows, her eyes filling with tears that should make me feel guilty, but when I pull out of her mouth, she wipes her eyes and grins. "I'm getting really good at that," she says proudly.

I can't help but laugh. "You're a quick learner."

She gives me another impish grin. "You're a good teacher."

Inwardly, I groan.

Good teacher. Very bad professor.