I still remember the way his length filled me as my fingers dug into his shoulder blades.

A girl never forgets her first time, especially when it’s with an older, more experienced man that she had a crush on during the better half of her high school years.

I tried to keep myself in check, but when it came to Damon Miller, there wasn’t a girl in St. Louis, Missouri who could say no to him. He was tall, hot as hell and had bulging muscles. It didn’t help that he had a sleeve of tattoos depicting some of his dark past and gunmetal blue eyes that could make your panties drop.

He was the biggest badass in the entire city, and every girl in the whole damned high school wanted him. As much as I hated to admit that he was a bad boy who was always in trouble, I couldn’t stop myself from drooling over him. The problem was, he knew that every girl would jump at the chance of sleeping with him—and I was no different.

Damon knew how to flirt and tease, and he would pull me into his little web for just a second; then he’d push me away. At least that’s how it was until I gave him my virginity.

We worked together—at my dad’s car dealership—when it happened one hot, summer day. And while I knew he’d be my first, I had no idea that he’d also be my last.

His sculpted arms pressed me into the front seat of the car that I was detailing as his soft lips came crashing down on mine, waking every nerve ending in my body and setting it on fire. I had dreamed about it happening but never thought it would come true.

The sheer fact that his intoxicating lips were on mine and the palms of his hands firmly cupped my DD breasts as he pushed me deep into the front seat of the car made me wet, and I could feel his cock pressed tightly against the bulge in his jeans.

He was much stronger than I thought he was, especially with his protruding muscles. My eyes focused on the curve of his muscles as he used his body weight to pin me exactly how he wanted me. When I looked into his eyes, I saw the hunger and passion within them and knew that I was surrendering.

I’d held onto my V-card for twenty years, and even though I wanted to hold out and wait until I found ‘the one,' I couldn’t say no to him. When Damon was around, I was powerless. Maybe it was the way he carried himself or the way that my body knew it was no match for him but either way, my body betrayed me and crumbled to his touch.

My breath hitched in my throat as he bent down and started chewing the buttons off of my blouse. I tried bracing myself for what was coming next, but my inexperience gave me away. Damn my body for betraying me so much in one day.

Looping my arms around his neck, I let him ravage my breasts as he pulled my bra down and exposed my nipples. The cold air conditioning made them harden immediately, causing my cheeks to heat from embarrassment.

“Fuck, Julie,” he groaned, taking my nipple into his mouth as he rolled it back and forth with his teeth while we maintained eye contact.

With the way he was handling me…sweet Mary, Jesus and Joseph! I didn’t mean to let loose this easy, but I was putty in his powerful, oversized hands. I had no clue how hard it would be to say no to him once he started pulling my clothes off.

I went down easy. It only took one, electrifying kiss that hot summer day to seal my fate forever.

Maybe it was his smooth voice, his massive, rock hard body, and gorgeous eyes, or maybe it was the fact that I knew exactly what he was going to do with a woman like me. It was like he possessed a map of my body and knew every single weakness there was. Either way, it didn’t matter because as long as he was driving, I was going along for the ride.

What turned me on the most was the way his giant hands clamped down on my thick thighs, and how he handled me like I was a twig.

I’ve never been a small or petite girl; I’ve always been a little on the thick side with a medium build. But the way he maneuvered me around, you would have thought I was underweight and would snap like a weak tree limb.

Everything between us started on a Thursday evening. My dad had been turning out cars left and right, barely able to keep them on the lot. He always went to auto auctions to buy up repossessions and trade-ins, and would bring them back to the lot, clean them up and resell them.

Our family business, Bailey Auto Sales, has been around since I was a kid and from a young age, my daddy would let me work on the lot during the summer to earn a few bucks.

After I had finished high school, I started working on the lot full-time to help with the family company, and business was booming since my dad’s car lot had an excellent reputation for selling dependable cars. People from all over the region would come to him when they were looking to buy, and the summer that changed my life was no exception.

He hired Damon Miller, but saying that he ‘hired’ him might be a bit of an understatement. My dad saw him as a pity case. He wasn’t as lucky with the law as he was with the ladies, and had been in quite a bit of trouble. His rock hard abs and bulging arms meant nothing to the police. Damon had been in plenty of trouble and had finally landed himself in enough hot water that playtime was coming to an end.

The cops had pulled him over when they saw him swerving into oncoming traffic, nearly hitting an oncoming vehicle, one early Sunday morning. When they stopped him, it was obvious that he’d been drinking, and he blew almost three times the legal limit.

To avoid time behind bars, he pleaded guilty and was sentenced to community service and was ordered to pay a hefty fine.

Out of work and knee-deep in trouble, my dad wanted to help him out even though he was leery of whether or not Damon would work out once he hired him.

Ultimately, he figured with the amount of trouble he was already in; he’d have no choice but to come to work so he could pay off his fine, which made my dad take the risk—but I was the one who took the gamble.

Damon was older than me, by a few years, and no matter how much I tried to ignore him and avoid eye contact, he always caught me staring at him. When he looked into my eyes, it felt like he could read my soul and knew every dirty thought in my mind—and how to act on them.

Things got heated up right after my dad had gotten a fleet of cars that needed to be detailed. He asked me to finish them all before Friday since the weekends have always been the busiest.

With only one day left and three cars to go, I had to stay late—and so did Damon. Skilled with his thick, strong hands, he was my dad’s best mechanic, and he had the same orders as me: finish the cars before Friday.

Working hard and dripping with sweat, he passed me on his way to the soda machine. On his way back, he stopped and started talking to me. The whole time he leaned against the car, I stared at him, gawking like a schoolgirl with a wicked crush. My eyes were drawn to his sultry lips and perfect white teeth. I couldn’t help but imagine kissing him.

If only I had left it at fantasizing when he leaned in and brushed his lips against mine.

I could have—and should have—stopped him; I knew better, but as much as I should have told him no, I couldn’t. We were all alone. Everyone else had gone home for the day, and it was just us.

I should have put up a fight, but when those pouty lips of his came crashing down on mine, and our teeth clinked together, I couldn’t possibly back away. His expert hands cupped my breasts as he pressed himself into me and I knew it could only mean one thing: some amazing sex.

Guys like Damon Miller didn’t do relationships and dates or hold your hand while strolling through the park. They flirt, fuck and move onto the next piece of ass that’s lined up who are willing and eager to go along with their every move.

I was smart, and I knew better, but that didn’t mean I listened to common sense. The moment his lips touched mine, I already knew my fate and had succomebed to his will.

I might be being too hard on myself as I reflect on it. After all, it’s hard to say no when the biggest bad boy in all of St. Louis is popping the buttons off of your blouse and has his colossal hands masterly unclasping your bra as he pushes your thighs apart with his knee.

The true need in his body fed the hunger that was burning within me. And before I knew it, nature took over as he pressed his swollen cock that was behind his jeans against my panties. I’m not even sure what all happened, but I can tell you that my shirt was off, the seat flew back, and he maneuvered his huge frame between my legs.

His thick fingers dug into my thighs as he spread my legs. The magic his tongue worked all over my pussy sat me on fire! I swore I saw stars, but all I remember is that he shoved his hand between my thighs while he was going down on me and brushed against my wetness. His eyes gazed into mine, commanding my full attention.

“You ever been with a guy like me before?” he asked.

There was no way I could lie my way through it. I shook my head no.

“I’ve never been with any man.”

His eyes locked with mine like a wild animal zeroing in on its prey before he licked my sweet juices off his lips.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything, babe.”

I watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed before he turned his attention back to my pussy. My back arched as I rested my head on the headrest, moaning in sheer pleasure. His tongue flicked against my clit before his teeth clamped down on it and he shook his head from side to side.

“Oh, fuck!” I hissed, sucking in a deep breath.

“That’s it, baby,” he came up for air. “I’m going to teach you a thing or two about pleasure and fucking.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant until he had me stripped down and completely spread eagle in the front seat; my left foot propped up on the passenger door and my right foot jammed against the seatbelt panel while he knelt between my legs. I came the minute he shoved those thick fingers of his inside of me as his tongue lashed against my clit.

Laughing as I came all over his face, he stood and wiped his chin before licking my wetness off his hand. Towering over the car while I came down from my high, he unfastened his pants in two-seconds flat, and that’s when I noticed his insanely large, throbbing dick as it sprung free when he stepped out of his jeans.

I didn’t think there was a chance in hell that he’d ever fit inside of me, but I could tell by the way he firmly gripped it and started lining himself up with me that he didn’t care. He kissed me, and I could taste my sweet juices on his lips. As our kiss deepened, I was plastered against the front seat.

“What are we doing?” I panted. My brain was screaming to stop, to put on the brakes, but lust had already taken over.

“I’m getting you out of my system,” he said, holding his thick cock with his hand as he slid it into me. “The problem,” he shoved himself into me as I winced in pain. “Is that you’ve been in my head for so long, Julie. And it’s time you get the hell out.” He stepped closer, stroking his shaft before he entered me for the first time. “You’ve got a reputation as being a good girl, but I’m gonna change all that.”

Okay, so one time. I could do that. Right?

Sex with no strings attached. I was the same as all the other girls; he wanted in and out. That was it, but I’d have my turn with Damon Fucking Miller. I could handle that.

My only regret? That I’d lose my virginity to him. I didn’t want to be the most inexperienced girl he’d ever been with, but he didn’t seem to mind.

It would give me the opportunity to taste the forbidden fruit that I’d always dreamed of without the possibility of getting my heart broken the next day. I admit, it was crazy and foolish on my part, but I wanted him. Just once.

My fingers ran through his dark hair and grabbed on tight as he pushed himself inside of me, stretching me wide open with his thickness.

Once he was inside of me, he sank as deep as he could, held it for a moment and allowed me to adjust to his size before he continued. I won’t lie; it hurt, but after a few minutes, when I molded to his shape, it started to feel damn good.

Amazingly good!

I felt like I was losing my damned mind as he plowed into me, thrusting between my legs as I took his massive cock over and over as. There was no way in hell that I could think straight.

It didn’t matter that I was supposed to be working or the fact that I had plans to meet my parents for dinner at 7; hell, I hadn’t even checked to see if he’d rolled on a condom before he took my virginity.

As he rocked my body harder and faster, shaking the whole damned car along with it, he quaked my world apart. The only time I was even able to manage a few mumbling words was when he slowed his thrusts, just enough to let me form words.

“Virgin or not, you’re dirty as fuck, aren’t you?” he growled as he pushed himself into me, shaking the car harder. “Answer me!” his hand came crashing down, slapping my butt for emphasis.

“Oh fuck,” I managed to whimper as he had his way with me.

“I said answer me! Unless you want me to stop and come all over your belly right now!”

“Yessss! I’m a dirty girl,” I panted.

“Yeah?” he seemed pleased with my answer. A devilish grin crept across his face as he licked his lips and sank his cock into me even deeper as he held it there. “I wanna hear how bad you want me. Tell me how long you’ve been watching me, pretending not to, and how bad you want this cock.”

His gleaming white teeth were all I could fixate my eyes on. His canine teeth looked so sharp; that’s probably what I felt prickle my skin when he bit my neck. His smile faded away as he put his hand around the base of his penis and started to pull out of me.

Fuck. He was serious.

“Please, fuck me. Don’t stop!” That was all it took to seal my fate.

With a wicked grin plastered across his face, his magnificent eyes lit up as he grabbed handfuls of my breasts, almost as if he were holding onto them for leverage as he slammed into me. Hard.

“Turn over babe; I’m going to take you doggy style.”

Still enchanted by him, I turned over and stretched my torso over the armrest as I obediently listened to him. He slammed into me from behind as he leaned over and tilted my head to the side, snarling in my ear.

“God damn, I fucking love your pussy. So tight!” he growled.

I was completely exposed beneath him, and now he’d seen every bare part of my body that had never been seen before. The thought of him seeing me so vulnerable made my cheeks hot with embarrassment.

“Ohhh,” I grumbled as my face smashed into the cloth seat.

His whole body shifted forward on top of me as he buried himself balls deep in me from behind. He reached his hands over my head and grabbed hold of my wrists and pinned them against the seat. Splayed wide open in a submissive position, I was putty in his hands—and twice as wet. He pistoned in and out of me lightning fast and everything became fuzzy.

I came completely undone as he throttled me. With my head bent down, all I could see were my breasts smashed against the armrest as I begged for more.

Slamming into me over and over caused waves of pleasure to wash over me, leaving my mouth to pop open and form a perfect ‘O’ as he hit my G-spot. I wouldn’t have been able to hold back if my life depended on it.

“Ahhh,” I screamed out as I came, the walls of my pussy clamping down on his cock. “Oh, fuck!”

“That’s it, baby! Keep it fucking going,” he said as he released his grip on my wrists.

He continued kneeling between my legs as he sat upright and smacked my ass before he firmly gripped it and fucked me harder, slamming into me vigorously. After several fast, hard pumps, he started grunting, and I felt his cock pulsate as it was buried deep against my womb. Feeling him swell and twitch inside of me was the hottest thing I had ever experienced.

I felt shots of come spurting out of the tip of his cock as he flooded my womb. He came in long, hard waves that were so powerful, I could have sworn I felt every last drop coming out of him.

When he was finished, he collapsed on top of me in a sweating, heaving mess, and my vagina refused to let go of him until he softened. After a few minutes, he rolled off of my back, and we sat up; a smile beamed on his face.

“What?” I asked, still in awe of what had just happened.

“For a girl who has never fucked before, you were pretty damned vocal and knew exactly what you were doing. Are you sure about that virgin thing?”

I could feel his seed trickling down my middle as I leaned forward. Shit. I should have been worried, paid more attention to whether or not he was wearing a condom but I had been on the pill for nearly three years to help with my acne.

There was no need to worry right that second anyway, there’d be plenty of time for that later, plus the deed was already done.

All I wanted to do was enjoy the glory and hazy afterglow for a moment. Smiling, I looked at him and nodded.

“Yep, you’re the first,” I said, bashful as I looked down at my fingernails.

“Shit.” He ran his fingers through his hair, prying it from his sweaty forehead. “I can’t even believe it,” he shook his head and laughed. “I knew you were a good girl, but I didn’t know you were that good.”

“If you want, I’m meeting my parents for dinner in a bit. You could come if you’d like.”

Why did I say that?

I felt stupid as soon as the words left my mouth.

“No,” he laughed at me as he slipped his shirt back on and took a sip of his Coke. “I’ll pass on dinner with the Bailey’s.”

My facial expression fell, and the heat flushed through my body as embarrassment took over. “I’m sorry. I—I just figured—”

He put his finger to my lips. “Shhh,” he smiled at me. “Relax. I’m not going to take your virginity and walk away. Despite the rumors on the street, I’m not a complete Grade-A asshole. I’m just not doing dinner with the parents is all I’m saying.”

“So,” I stumbled for the right words. “What does that mean?” I asked, looking up at him.

“I’ll pick you up and take you out on a real date. Every girl deserves a real date when it’s her first time.”

He picked me up a couple of days later in his Jeep with the top down and doors off, and aside from the night I lost my V-card, I had the best time of my life. When I was with him, all of my problems faded away. I didn’t have to think when I was with him.

All I had to worry about was my pissed off dad and whether or not I was hurtling toward becoming his permanent girlfriend because that first date was not the only date as I thought it would be.

One date turned into the next, and before I knew it, we had spent nearly the whole month together. We’d take off every evening after work together and spent quality time under the Missouri stars, mostly making love.

When we weren’t doing that, we headed into the countryside in his Jeep, mudding and tearing up the woods but it always ended up the same way—my bare ass bouncing beneath him in the back of his Jeep, or sometimes in the tall, wooded grass.

That was before everything ended abruptly. He’d finished his AA classes, did his community service and paid off his fine. We had spent an entire evening mudding in the woods, laughing and having fun, but something seemed off. He was distant like something was on his mind.

I pressed him about it all evening, but he denied anything was wrong until he couldn’t pretend anymore.

“Why are you acting so different?” I asked, frustrated.

Shaking his head, he grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it as we sat parked in the middle of the woods.

“Julie, I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’m a fuck up. This is a huge mistake.”

“What? No! You’re not a fuck up, and we’re not a mistake. Why would you say such a thing?” I looked into his eyes, searching for an answer. He wasn’t making sense.

“We both know I’ve been in a lot of trouble. Hell, the whole damn town knows it. Your dad hates me, and it’s only a matter of time before I break your heart.”

“What are you saying?” I asked, holding back the knot in my throat.

“Look, babe, I don’t want to end up like some washed-up loser, sitting in the slammer. There’s nothing for me here; all I do is get into trouble. I took a job working private security on the other side of the country, and I’m leaving in two days.”

The words hit me like a ton of bricks. Leaving? Two days? He’d waited the whole damned night to tell me? That son-of-a-bitch!

“Take me home.”

“Julie, just listen to me,” he started.

“Listen to you?” I hissed at him. “I can’t trust you. You knew this whole time and didn’t tell me anything? For what? So you could get me into bed one last time before you left?” I shook my head at him. “Take me home. Now!”

He fired up the engine of his Jeep as he tightened his jaw and drove me home in silence. I knew he wanted to say something by the way his knuckles were tightly balled in his fist, but he didn’t say a word. Not even as I climbed out of his jeep, angry and sulking at the same time.

It was the last time I would see him. For a while, anyway. Turns out right after he went through basic training, they stationed him overseas, and I wouldn’t have another chance to see him for nearly two years.

Weeks went by, and then months. No phone calls, no contact from him whatsoever. There were no emails or text messages. Not even a little note in the mail about how his newfound career was going.

It broke my heart. It felt like a punch in the gut when he told me that he was leaving instead of talking with me before he did it. No, I’m not his keeper and he sure as hell wouldn’t take orders from a woman, but I thought he cared about me; cared about my opinion.

And thinking that he didn’t care was the worst feeling in the world, because I had something to tell him but no way to reach out to him. I needed to tell him that I was pregnant.

I was pregnant with his child, and there was no way to contact him. He’d practically raised himself. His dad had been out of the picture for years, and his mom was off smoking dope with whatever boyfriend she had that week.

There was no family of his that I could reach out to. I’d have to wait, and hope that he’d come back home—if he ever came back, but he told me himself that he didn’t have a reason to come back—or contact me somehow.

Little did I know, he’d come back, and when he did, things would be much different.

When he came back to St. Louis, I didn’t even know he was in town. I was at the store, picking up a few groceries and buying diapers when I heard a familiar voice as I walked past the frozen section. My head whipped around, and I saw him standing in the aisle looking at the frozen dinners.

I swallowed hard and panicked, unsure of what to do. All of the blood rushed down my limbs, away from my face, and all of those pent-up feelings surged through me like a lightning bolt. The tightness in my chest made it hard to breathe and all I wanted to do was run away but I couldn’t.

As for the baby, my parents were very supportive, and I had all the help I needed in the world. Nobody except them knew who the father was, and hell, not many people knew that I had a kid to begin with. I preferred it that way, though; mostly because I didn’t think anyone would believe me that Damon had fathered my baby and partly because I was afraid that he’d be angry that I didn’t try to find him. But how could I?

I wasn’t ready to face him yet. What would I say? What would he say? Would I even tell him about our son, Bentley? Tiptoeing away, I heard him call my name.

“Julie?”

Shit.

My mouth went dry, and I froze in place. He walked in front of me.

“Julie?”

We locked eyes, and I couldn’t believe how much he had changed.

He’d always been muscular and rugged before, but now? He was a damned machine. His chiseled face was even more defined, his jaw and chin were even sharper than I remembered them.

His arms were bigger than my thick thighs and good Lord! His legs were insanely huge, bigger than anacondas. He held out his arms, eager to hug me but all I could concentrate on were the veins popping out of his sculpted muscles.

Still in awe of what to do, I remained statue-like. I didn’t know if I could hug him. He’d left at the drop of a dime, with no notice, no care about my feelings or regards to me. Not one iota of contact. Nothing.

He was supposed to be the one who wouldn’t have a chance to break my heart the next morning. My one-night stand, the one I could forget about. Except he was anything but that. He was the one who got away; the one I had fallen in love with.

And at the same time, I had his son waiting at home, wondering when mommy was coming back from the store so we could play in the tub, read a good bedtime story and snuggle until he fell asleep. I was the mother of his child. A child that he didn’t know existed.

“What are you doing back here?” I asked, eying his buddy. He didn’t have a familiar face; he must have come back with Damon from…God knows where.

His arms dropped to his sides, and the muscle in his jaw tightened.

“I’m back.”

Back?

“You didn’t bother writing, calling or anything for almost two years while you were away. And now you want me to be happy that you’re back? Fuck that. I’m not sure what you expected, waltzing in here and acting as though I’d be like a loyal puppy, eager to see you again. I’m not a dog, and I sure as hell wouldn’t leave behind someone I cared about like an old stuffed animal.”

I might have been hard on him, but he knew an address to write to or a phone number to call—unlike me. I had no clue where he went off to or how to get a hold of him.

He had his cell phone shut off just days after he left. Maybe if he hadn't left with no notice or maybe if he would have contacted me, he might have known about Bentley.

His lip curled, raising his flaring nostril as I went off on him. “I don’t need this,” he nodded towards his friend. “Let’s go.”

And just like that, he was walking right back out of my life again.

On their way past me, his friend studied me, eying me as they walked down the aisle. I waited until they were both out of view before walking back to my cart so I could take Bentley’s diapers home and, hopefully, not run into that asshole again.

But God help me, I couldn’t give up on him that easily because I was the only hope that my baby had if he wanted to see or know his daddy. What kind of mother would I be for keeping his daddy away from him?