Free Boxer Beast by Marci Fawn Page B

head as she gasps, my hand roaming down her stomach towards her pussy.
    Clothing isn’t optional right now.
    Her panties tear as I steal them from her, my hand gripping up to her sex and clutching it hard. I squeeze her, rubbing fingers along her slit, listening to her breathing to see what she likes, not wanting to hurt her, but wanting to dive in so fucking badly it hurts.
    “I want you,” I growl against her skin. I am kissing her, kissing her throat again, moving down her body. “I’m gonna fuck you now, Faith Collins. Is that what you want?”
    She whimpers a yes as I abandon my jeans, pulling down my boxers and shoving them both to the side.
    Now my manliness is taking over. I’m nothing but my primal instinct, which is shouting things at me, making my head pound with desperation.
    Need.
    Have.
    Want.
    Take.
    I take her small hand in mine, placing it on the head of my cock. Her eyes open in shock at the feeling, but she’s brave. She touches me, feeling the velvety soft tip, the hardness of my shaft.
    Faith.
    My beautiful bookish girl… She’s never felt a cock before.
    I smirk at her knowingly, gripping her hand and placing it along the shaft like I have every time I’ve pictured her touching me just like this.
    “Fuck…” I swear, not expecting her to know how to touch me, her hand roaming my dick as she moves up and down. Hesitantly, then more confidently, but still so gentle. I can’t help myself, I have to tell her again. “I want you, Faith. Now. Right the fuck now.”
    All I hear is her high-pitched reply. “Then take me.”
    And I lose it.
    I take her hand away from her, pulling it back over her head to stay still as I’d commanded her to in the first place. I grip her thighs and spread them open, revealing her glistening pink pussy… The tip of my cock rubs against her sex. I take it in my hand, dragging it repeatedly over her opening, wanting to just shove in. She gulps, letting out a small whimper as she looks at me.
    And then I can’t fucking take it anymore. This has to happen. I’ve been wanting her for too long, I’ve spent too long without my baby.
    I’m suddenly inside her, the head of my cock urging forward as she gasps.
    “Not a virgin anymore, baby,” I rasp at her, greedily kissing her neck.
    I grab her hair, making her look at me as her head moves back in shock. She disobeys me, her arms moving to hold onto me as I push my cock deeper inside her.
    “God, Faith, you’re tight,” I groan, feeling the walls of her pussy squeezing my dick. I know what’s coming, even if she doesn’t.
    “Fill me up,” she begs. “Fuck, River, please… I need to feel it inside me.”
    I want to stop.
    I want to reconsider.
    I want to think of the reprecussions.
    I can’t.
    I pump inside her, lasting longer than I thought I could. Finally, one of her long, sensual moans undoes me and I can feel it coming, feel my orgasm approaching faster than ever. I spill my seed inside her, groaning her name into her mane of hair.
    And I pump some more, pushing my cum so deep inside her she begs, whether for me to stop or go harder, I don’t know.
    Faith.
    Finally mine.

Faith
    I don’t feel that different.
    I kind of expected to, especially after reading all those romances where the hero and heroine wind up together forever after a night of love.
    I sigh, staring in the mirror at my body. Life will go on just like before... But it will be so, so much better now.
    Sure, debate club will take place every Friday, and girls will still make fun of me for being nerdy, but now I have River. My handsome River.
    I don’t know if he is mine, though… Or if I should ask him to be. My cheeks flush red at the thought and I feel my skin itch. It feels like only his touch will make me better now.
    Stop it.
    I have to stop it.
    Or not. I don’t want to.
    River still lives right next door. He is an adult now, almost a full year older than barely-eighteen-years-old me. He will still live with his parents for a