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her bottom lip and pulling it between my teeth.
    “Fucking hell, Lil. Damn, baby, you’re soaking wet.” Her hip movements that are bucking her tight, drenched pussy against my hand falter for a second before her eyes flutter open and look up at me in confusion.
    “Wait, wha??? Is that bad?”
    The sane and rational part of my brain that holds whatever common sense I have left starts pumping the brakes while the irrational segment starts fucking her with my fingers harder, stroking faster circles against her g-spot.
    I chuckle against her neck. “No, baby, not bad,” God, she smells so fucking incredible. “That’s good. Really fuckin’ good.”
    I slow my fingers and cup her face with my other hand when the innocence in her voice and her question is finally processed, and before my brain can reject it, I steel my resolve.
    “Lil, baby...open your eyes. Look at me.” Her eyes are so damn drunk I doubt she can even see me straight.
    I don’t want to ask her this question, and ninety-nine point nine percent of my bastard brain is trying to lock the words in my throat to keep them from coming out, but the point one percent, the last good sliver of percent, has to know.
    “Lil, tell me you’ve done this before.”
    I want her answer to be both yes and no. Yes so I can keep going, yes so I don’t ever have to stop, and no because the thought of her like this with anyone besides me does fucked-up shit to my mind.
    “I’ve done this before. Please, Leo, don’t stop.”
    She’s lying.
    I stretch my finger straight inside her, shoving it back until I meet resistance and feel it.
    FUCK! SHIT! FUCK. FUCKING FUCK!
    “Oh my...yes, yes, please don’t stop.” I watch as her eyes roll back into her head again.
    “Lil, stop. Look at me right now.” Her dark blue irises blink up at me, and she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. For a second, I talk myself into believing the devious lie…that I don’t have my middle finger on the evidence of her virginity.
    A virgin!?
    “Baby, I’ve got my finger right on it. I feel it, Lil. You’re a fuckin’ virgin?”
    “Wait...wha?” Her confusion would be cute as hell if my cock weren’t ready to fucking ruin her. “Please, please make the ache go away. I’ll fucking beg you if I have to. Please!”
    God, no. I can’t…
    I won’t hold myself responsible if she starts begging. I pull my finger from her, and it physically cripples me to roll away. “Lil, I... Shit.”
    I drape my arm over my face in an effort to hide her sexy, naked form from my sight as well as the shame and mortification I know can clearly be seen in my eyes.
    I never even asked this girl how old she is. It never crossed my fucking mind that something as fucking hot is she is hadn’t ever been touched.
    I moan when I feel her trembling thighs straddle my hips.
    She’s trying to fucking kill me!
    “Leo, please, please don’t do this to me. I never led you to believe any different, did I?”
    She’s gonna kill me, there is no way around it.
    “No, baby. But I can’t take this. You don’t even know me. I was a complete dick to you earlier. Jesus, look at where you’re at. You’re in a shithole. I can’t take this from you here, baby. I’ll hate myself.” Self-disgust unfolds inside me. It feels like someone just punched me in the balls but grasped them before pulling away.
    It fucking hurts something goddamn wicked.
    “Hey.” Her hands cup my face, forcing me to look up in her eyes. “No, Leo. Fuck that! Look at me, dammit.” Our eyes lock again. “Do you think I didn’t know what I was getting into when I came out with you tonight or when I walked in here with you?”
    Her eyes water with unshed tears, making me feel like even more of a fucking asshole. I don’t know what the fuck to do. I know what I want, but what I want is not what I deserve, especially like this.
    “I’m not trying to get you to take anything. I’m giving it to you. Only you, and not because I have to, but