AN:

From now on, this book will be rated Mature.

Strong and descriptive sexual content ahead.

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I've thought that Cal and I are going to watch movies -- just chilling around while waiting for Jasmine to come home from her field trip -- but I realize how wrong I was.

Because right now, at this very moment, we're not paying any attention to the movie. Instead, I find myself sitting on Cal's lap, kissing him back.

His hands roam my back while I wrap my arms around his neck. When he softly bites my bottom lip, I let out a small gasp. He takes that chance to shove his tongue into my mouth for the first time, exploring. His hands then get under my shirt and trace the skin on my bare back, sending shivers down my spine.

This kiss is different than the previous ones. I can see that he was holding back before. I can feel his unmistakable desire now. Our tongues dance with each other, but as soon as I feel his hand cupping my breast under my shirt, I pull away.

"Cal," I moan, but he just groans in return, nibbling the skin on my neck.

"Goddammit," he rasps. "You're going to be the death of me." He kneads my breast while his other hand holds my neck in place so that he can keep kissing my mouth.

The next thing I do is surprising. I pull away from the kiss and take off my shirt, giving him easier access to my body. He inhales my breast like I'm some kind of addiction and unclasps my bra, leaving my upper body bare naked.

"Oh God, Cal," I whimper as he takes my nipple into his mouth and open-mouth kisses my breast. I feel strange, and unbelievably good. I've never made out with a guy before, and Cal makes me feel as if hot honey is pouring from my heart down to the area between my thighs.

My fingers find his hair when he licks my nipple inside his mouth and sucks it. He then gives my other breast the same attention. It feels so good. He makes me feel so good.

Cal lifts me and carries me into his room with my legs still wrapping around his waist. He then puts me back on the ground and corners me against the wall. He laces our fingers above my head and kisses me again.

"Fuck." This is the second time I hear him say that today. "Tell me to stop," he whispers painfully against my lips, as though he has zero control of what he's doing.

What fears me is that I don't feel like stopping him. I would even die if he stopped, because it would only make me crave him even more.

I shake my head, telling him to continue. He stares at me with a serious expression, and I kiss him hard, cupping his cheeks. I want to take away all his worries.

I've been dreaming to do this kind of thing with the right person, and strangely, I feel that Cal is the one, even though we've only known each other for a short time.

It's like magic happens whenever he's around, and boom, he's suddenly my boyfriend. The attraction and chemistry we feel toward each other are undeniable.

Cal's jaw tightens before he kneels, asking me with his eyes for my permission. I swallow, nodding my head slowly. He starts unbuckling my jeans, and my heart thumps hard as he brings down my panties along with them.

My cheeks heat up. I've never shown this part of my body to anyone else but myself.

"Don't worry," Cal says. "I'll make you feel good. So fucking good that you would beg for more." Then, without warning, he attacks my pussy with his mouth.

I moan loudly as he runs his tongue over my clit, teasing it and sucking it. I shut my eyes, but then his voice makes me snap them back open.

"Look at me," he hisses.

I look down and see him eating my pussy. His eyes are burning with desire as he locks our gazes. With his mouth still latched on my clit, Cal carefully enters his finger into my virgin hole, and I almost choke because of the new sensation filling me.

"Fucking tight pussy," he rasps, then moves his finger in and out of me slowly.

I feel tears coming to my eyes, not because of the pain but because of the pleasure. It's torture, but it's the kind of torture I want him to give me.

"Cal," his name helplessly escapes from my lips. I sound so vulnerable. Here I am, naked in front of him while he's still fully clothed. But I like what he's doing to my body. I like that he thinks about pleasuring me first.

We can hear how wet I am when he continuously shoves his finger in and out of my pussy, still french-kissing my clit. I blush.

"You hear that, baby?" Cal's face hardens. "You hear how good I make you feel?"

More tears fill my eyes while my thighs shake helplessly around him. I feel something approaching. Something so strong that I haven't experienced before, like waves of pleasure crashing down on me.

But then, before that climax can hit me, Cal suddenly unlatches his mouth from my pussy and pulls his finger out. I almost sob from the sudden loss. He chuckles, but before I can vent my frustration upon him, he gives me a soft kiss on the lips, making me taste myself.

He steps away from me and takes off his shirt, showcasing the tattoos all over his arms and some more on his shoulders. He then shoves down his pants and briefs, kicks them away, and walks toward his nightstand.

As soon as I spot his huge and hard cock, I look away, trying to calm my heartbeat.

Oh God, that thing doesn't belong to my virgin pussy because there's no way that it's going to fit inside me.

I return my gaze to him when he takes a packet of condom from the drawer of his nightstand. He unwraps it with his teeth, sheaths himself with it, and approaches me.

His eyes soften as he notices the worry on my face. He sighs and pulls me into his embrace.

"Are you sure that you want to do this?" His voice is so soft as he hugs me protectively. I feel like melting in his arms. "We don't have to do this. I don't want to hurt you."

We pull away, and his eyes find mine, trying to read me, trying to figure out whether I'm indeed ready or not.

I nod, but he shakes his head in disagreement. It's then I realize that I haven't given him the verbal answer.

"I can't do this--"

"I want it, Cal," I cut him off.

He stares at me. After a few seconds of silence, I take his hand and place his palm over my heart, showing him how scared I am.

"I do want it. I'm just..." I let out a shaky breath. "Nervous."

He tilts his head, looking dead serious as he brings my hand onto his heart too. I gasp in shock as I feel how hard it's beating against my palm. It's even beating more powerfully than mine.

"I guess you're not alone." He smirks, and that, somehow, makes me let out a small chuckle in the midst of this overwhelming moment.

Cal cups my cheeks and places multiple soft kisses on my face, so tenderly, so gently. He then lies me down on his bed, looking into my eyes.

"It's going to hurt, Amy. But you don't need to be scared. Just look at me, and tell me if you can't bear it. Got it?"

I smile, nodding in understanding. I watch as he guides his cock toward my opening and braces myself on what's to come.

"Eyes on me," he whispers, and I do as he told.

I feel the tip of his cock grazing my opening and hold my breath when he slowly enters me. Even though he has made me wet from the mindblowing foreplay, I can't help but admit that it still hurts.

"Fuck. You're so beautiful," he rasps, keeping our eyes locked.

His cock moves deeper inside of me, inch by inch. It's so hard and huge that I feel like I'm about to burst. Tears well up in my eyes.

"You're fucking beautiful." His voice is laced with the same pain, as though he can feel exactly what I'm feeling.

When his whole length is finally inside me, he groans. He shut his eyes, while I whimper. The moment he opens his eyes again, tears are already rolling down my face.

"Ssshh, baby. It's okay." He wipes my tears with both hands and kisses my eyes. "It's okay." Then he starts moving, rocking me back and forth gently while I cry in his arms.

After pampering me with soft kisses all over my face, neck, and breasts, he rolls my nipples between his fingers to pleasure me, to make it easier for me to adjust to his cock.

I writhe under him, taking all of his cock while he keeps his steady rhythm. After a while, my whimpers turn into moans of pleasure, and he picks up his pace.

"So fucking good. So fucking tight," he chants, not stopping his movement. He knows that the more he moves, the more the pain will go away and the more he pleasures me. "Your little pussy feels so good wrapping around my cock. It's taking my cock so damn well, baby." Cal keeps throwing me dirty words, building my desire for him even more.

My moans are getting louder the longer he fucks me. He locks my hands above my head, lacing his fingers through mine.

"Don't hold back," he speaks through gritted teeth. "I want to hear you. Show me how much I make you feel good."

I can't hold back even if I want to. I whimper, cry, and sob in his arms. His name slips from my lips over and over again. He knows how much he makes me go crazy.

"Cal," I rasp between my breathless moans. "I feel--"

Cal keeps pounding into me. Harder. Faster.

"Yeah?" Sweat trickles from his forehead as his hips move powerfully.

"I feel like--" My words are cut by my sobs. He keeps thrusting into me. "I'm going to--"

"Cum?" Cal finishes my sentence. "Kiss me when you cum, Amy. Kiss me."

I let out a shaky breath, wondering how the hell I'm going to do that when I have zero control of my body now. I'm lucky enough that I don't pass out with how he makes me feel.

Cal releases my hands from his hold and hugs my shoulders, lifting them slightly off his bed. Slowly, I reach out to cup his face, feeling my wild orgasm approaching. When it finally comes, my entire body shakes so hard. I try my best to kiss him, shoving my tongue gently into his mouth. He kisses me back and doesn't stop pounding into me that my orgasm lasts longer.

"Shit, shit, shit," he curses as his movement becomes jerkier. "I'm not going to last either." With that said, he finds his release too, and both of us pants hard before he collapses on top of me.

For a while, there's no sound in the room but our heavy breaths, but then we chuckle at the same time. I close my eyes, not believing that I just had my first time with him, and that I'm completely, utterly spent.