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  “That feels so good,” Paris purred. She undulated her body, rocking her hips on mine. “Harrison, please don’t stop,” she added in a throaty whisper.

  I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to. There was nothing keeping me from Paris, and my whole body was on fire with lust. Every touch, every caress, every look from her emerald green eyes filled me with desire.

  I lifted her sweatshirt over her head and stared at her topless figure for a moment, drinking her in. Her tits were perfect: round and huge and perky, with beautiful pink nipples that I wanted to suck and bite.

  She stared back at me, biting her lower lip as lusty electricity crackled between us.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I growled. The words seemed to catch in my throat but Paris sighed softly and licked her lips as I put my hands to her breasts again and massaged them. She moaned loudly and I moved my hands lower, circling her narrow waist and lifting her off my lap. In one smooth motion, I laid her down on the couch and crawled on top of her. As I lowered my head to her collarbone and began to kiss, Paris gasped with delight.

  “Harrison,” she cried in a struggled voice. “Harrison, I ...”

  My head snapped up and I looked at her.

  “I’m a virgin,” Paris confessed shyly.

  8

  Paris – Friday

  I stared at him with big, scared eyes. My heart was thumping in my chest and my pussy was soaking wet, rubbing against my panties with every movement. For a moment, I wondered if I shouldn’t have said anything. Was that the kind of thing that I should have kept to myself?

  “You’re kidding,” Harrison said. He had a stricken look in his eyes, and suddenly, I was so afraid that he’d pull away and never touch me again.

  “I want you to be my first,” I whispered, reaching for him and taking his face in my hands. Harrison offered no resistance as I pulled him close and kissed him hard. The stubble along his jaw rubbed my chin raw but I hardly noticed – I was addicted to kissing him now, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss and kiss and kiss for the rest of my life. He tasted so good, so manly, that just the touch of his tongue against mine was enough to make my whole body tingle with lust.

  As Harrison kissed me back, he put his hands on my breasts and slowly played with my nipples, rolling and pinching them in his fingers. It felt so good that I cried out into his mouth and spread my legs around his muscular build. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him close. The feel of his hard cock through his pants made me shiver – he felt so big that I couldn’t imagine him sliding inside of me and filling me.

  And yet, that was all I wanted. In eagerness, I tugged his shirt off and threw it to the side. The sight of him shirtless made me stare. I knew it was silly – women weren’t supposed to call men beautiful, but that was exactly what Harrison was. He was tanned and toned with a sprinkling of salt-and-pepper hair over his muscles.

  I gasped in awe as I ran my hand down his chest, making him shudder and groan. Realizing that he wanted me as much as I wanted him was powerful, and I blushed deeply as my hand trailed lower and lower, until I was rubbing his hard cock through his jeans. My hand felt clumsy and inexperienced, but Harrison didn’t seem to notice. His eyes were screwed shut with pleasure and he thrust his pelvis against my hand, obviously eager for more. Just as I felt that I was finally getting the rhythm of stroking his hard dick, Harrison pushed my hand away.

  He stared down at me with passionate, lusty fire in his blue eyes. Again, I had the same feeling that I’d had at the club: that we were the only two people in the world. I strained up to kiss him, whimpering at the touch of his lips on mine. Lusty fire raced through my body and every time I felt the touch of Harrison’s strong hands, I whimpered and shuddered and shook with lust. He was playing me like an instrument, and I was loving every second of it.

  Harrison locked eyes with me for an intense moment before dipping his head to my chest and taking my nipples into his mouth, one at a time. The sensation of his hot lips and wet tongue and sharp teeth was almost too much to take, and I tangled my hands in his hair and cried out with pleasure as he flicked his tongue over my nipples, making me buck my hips underneath him. As he kissed and suckled my breasts, his hands went to the fly of my jean shorts and unzipped it, sliding them down my legs until I was clad in nothing but a pair of white cotton panties. Harrison crawled lower and lower and I flushed hotly as the smell of my arousal filled the room. My panties were soaking wet and I felt naked as Harrison ran a teasing finger down the crotch. When I felt his finger brush against my clit, delicious pleasure filled my body and I yelped softly.

  “I want you,” I moaned, closing my eyes and arching my back. Harrison tugged my panties down my legs and tossed them to the side before diving back between my legs and pressing his lips to my inner thigh. It felt so good, so teasing, that I wriggled and squirmed in a desperate attempt to push my pussy closer to his mouth. I wanted his lips on my clit, I wanted to feel his tongue flicking in and out of my virgin hole.

  This was my first experience with sex, and it was already better than my hottest dreams.

  Harrison spread the lips of my pussy with one hand and began licking my clit. Slowly at first, teasing me, until I begged him to go faster. He lapped at me and sucked my clit, running his tongue over the surface until I thought I would explode with pleasure. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire as Harrison slid a finger inside of me and stroked the inner walls of my pussy. I felt so tight and wet that while it didn’t hurt, there was a slight pressure as he slid another finger inside of me.

  “Oh, god,” I whimpered as I thrust my hips and bucked my body, eager for more of Harrison and his exquisite, perfect touch. It felt so intensely good that it almost hurt, and I ground my face against Harrison’s mouth. He started pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy while sucking my clit and I cried out again and again, desperate for more.

  When Harrison pulled away, I gasped. The cool air of the room against my wet pussy felt obscene and I shivered. I was still throbbing with want and desire, but I wanted more than just my own pleasure.

  “I want to ...” I trailed off shyly. “I want to please you.”

  Harrison got onto his knees and fumbled with his belt, pulling it off and tossing it to the floor as he unzipped his pants. They fell down, exposing his trim, muscular body encased in a pair of black briefs. His cock was making a tent in the underwear, and I licked my lips nervously as I reached for the waistband and made to pull them down.

  Harrison’s cock bobbed free as I pulled his underwear down his thighs. Getting to my hands and knees, I crawled towards him until I was eye-level with his cock. It was so beautiful – big and veiny and throbbing for me – and I swallowed hard before opening my lips and taking the head into my mouth. He tasted amazing: salty and clean and I moaned at the pleasure of it as I ran my tongue over the head. I knew I had to be inexperienced, but the effect I had on Harrison was wonderful all the same. As I took another inch of him into my mouth and wrapped my hand around the base, Harrison groaned. He steadied himself with a hand on my shoulder and began gently thrusting into my mouth. He was so big that he was stretching my lips, but I wanted to take all of him. I wanted to please him – I wanted to fill him with the same exquisite sensations that he’d given me.

  “Oh, fuck yeah, baby,” Harrison growled. He tangled a hand in my hair and gently yanked, pulling my head closer to his cock with every thrust of his hips. As he filled my mouth, I felt an immense of pride and satisfaction. I’d always wanted to please Harrison like this, and I was finally doing it. He was loving it – he was groaning and grunting and thrusting into my wet mouth. Just as I was about to cup his balls and massage them, Harrison abruptly pulled away. He was breathing hard and he looked down at me, passion blazing in his eyes.

  “I want to take your virginity, Paris,” Harrison growled.

  All I could do was whimper and nod. I wanted it so bad that I couldn’t even speak, and I fell down on my back and spread my legs, ready for him.


  I’d always been ready for him, and now I was finally getting him.

  Harrison crawled between my thighs, pushing them apart and steadying himself with a hand on my hip. He looked down at me and a shiver of anticipation raced down my spine.

  “Baby girl, this might hurt at first,” Harrison said.

  “I want you,” I whispered. “I don’t care how much it hurts.”

  Harrison held his cock in one hand, gently pushing against my cherry. I felt a pressure, then a sharp pain, then the sensation of his cock sliding deep inside of me. The pain only lasted a second before melting into a warm, smooth pleasure that filled my entire body. I moaned softly as Harrison thrust all the way inside of me, burying his cock to the hilt of my pussy.

  “You feel so fucking good,” Harrison growled. He leaned down and kissed me, cupping my chin in his hand and bucking his hips against mine. As he began to thrust in and out, I moaned uncontrollably. With every movement of his body, his pelvis brushed my exposed clit and I had to bite the inside of my mouth to keep from screaming.

  Our rhythm grew more intense until it was almost frantic. I wrapped my legs around Harrison’s waist and arched my back, allowing him to thrust all the way inside of me. I wanted him all – I wanted to take every inch of his huge, throbbing cock inside of me and please him. Every time he plunged inside of me, he covered my face in kisses and groaned. My body was tense and taut and singing with pleasure as Harrison made love to me. Closing my eyes, I moaned loudly as Harrison buried his face in my neck and nibbled on my earlobe.

  I gave myself over to the pleasure, gave myself over to the heavenly feelings swarming through my body. Suddenly, the intense sensation between my legs was all I could think about, all I cared about. As it grew and grew, I realized that I was on the edge of having my very first orgasm.

  “Are you gonna come for me,” Harrison growled in my ear, reaching between our bodies with one hand and frantically rubbing my clit. Squealing loudly, I bucked my body against his. Drops of sweat fell from Harrison’s forehead to my chest and I moaned, clamping my lips together and arching my back, hungry for more. When my orgasm crested over my head like a tidal wave, I thought my whole body was going to explode. Ecstatic waves crashed over me, one by one, each stronger than the last and I could feel my pussy clamping down on Harrison’s dick. I wanted to keep him inside of me forever – I never wanted this feeling to end.

  “Fuck, baby,” Harrison growled. He arched his back and rammed me harder, slamming his cock into my still-clenching pussy with incredible force. When his own orgasm hit, he bucked and groaned and took my hands in his, clenching my fingers as his body throbbed against mine.

  We stayed like that, locked together and sweaty and breathing hard, for what felt like an hour. Then, Harrison pulled out. He wasn’t looking at me as he got up and hastily dressed.

  Naked on the couch with my legs still spread, I felt more exposed than I ever had in my entire life. My sweaty body was starting to cool and I shivered slightly as I reached for my hoodie and shorts.

  “Are you okay?” I asked softly. My voice sounded hoarse and unnatural, even to me.

  Harrison turned to me and pressed his lips together.

  “Fuck,” he muttered. “I never should have done that, Paris.”

  “I ... it wasn’t just you,” I said. “We did it together.”

  When he looked at me, his blue eyes were full of pain.

  “Paris, that’s never going to happen again,” he said in a low growl. “I’m very sorry.”

  Sadness flooded my body, taking the place of the ecstatic, rapturous sensations that had filled me just seconds before. I couldn’t stop the flood of disappointment, and my eyes filled with tears that I blinked away as quickly as I could.

  I wanted to tell him the truth: that I’d waited for him for years. I’d waited for him to notice me, all this time, and that sex with him had been what I’d always wanted.

  “Harrison,” I said quietly. “I’ve always wanted you.”

  Harrison didn’t reply. He was buttoning his shirt and staring at the wall, his jaw clenched.

  “All this time, I’ve waited for you,” I said.

  “You can’t talk like that,” Harrison said gruffly. He turned to me and his face was stern. There was no hint of the passion or lust that had overwhelmed his features moments before.

  “You’re too young,” he continued. “And you’re my daughter’s best friend, for god’s sake.”

  I stared at him. “Why are you dragging Hollie into this?” I asked.

  Harrison pressed his lips together. “We need to act like nothing happened,” he said firmly. “And try to forget all about tonight.”

  A lump formed in my throat. Before I could reply, Harrison walked across the room and opened the door. I heard his footsteps on the stairs, growing fainter with each passing second, and for a moment I wanted to collapse on the couch and cry.

  No, I thought. Don’t do that. If Hollie were to wake up and come down here, you’d never be able to explain what happened.

  By the time I made it upstairs, I realized that Harrison had left. The tail lights of his car were already fading in the distance, and I stared at the window for a long time, willing and wishing for him to come back.

  My chin trembled and I rushed upstairs as quietly as I could, not wanting to wake Hollie and have her find me in this state. As soon as I was in the guest room, I locked the door and lay down in bed. My body was still trembling from the powerful, intense orgasm that Harrison had given me, but my heart was heavy and sad. As tears began to leak out of my eyes and onto my pillow, I curled up in a ball and pulled the covers over me.

  I didn’t understand it. Being with Harrison, the man whom I loved, had felt so right. It had finally felt like things were going right for me, like Harrison was falling in love with me and that we were going to be together.

  But it appeared now that he didn’t feel the same way. I was just a mistake to him, nothing more than something he regretted.

  My father used to tell me the same thing, I thought as I rolled over in bed and faced the window.

  And now, Harrison, the only man I loved, felt that, too.

  Even though I was exhausted, I didn’t sleep that night. I spent countless hours tossing and turning and crying, wondering if I’d managed to fuck everything up.

  It was only when the sun was starting to come up that I managed to fall into a thin, dreamless, and unhappy sleep.

  9

  Harrison – Saturday

  “Hello? Earth to Dad,” Hollie said. She reached over and snapped her fingers at me.

  “Sorry,” I muttered. “What did you ask?”

  Hollie cocked her head to the side and gave me a curious look. “What’s with you this morning?” She asked. “You’re like, totally out of it.” Before I could answer, she got up from the chair where she had been sitting and flounced over to the fridge, opening it and pulling out a carton of orange juice.

  “You need vitamin C,” Hollie proclaimed. “You’re like, totally losing focus on me.” I didn’t protest as she poured me a huge glass of juice and a mug of coffee. She carried both over to the table and set them down, staring expectantly at me.

  Not wanting to get into it with my daughter, I obediently took a sip of the juice. It tasted bright and far too sweet, almost artificial.

  Nothing like something that was truly sweet.

  Or someone, I thought, before I could stop myself. My mind went leaping back to Paris, back to her delectable pussy that tasted of nectar. Back to her luscious, perfect body.

  “It was a mistake,” I muttered.

  “What?” Hollie asked. “Dad, something is really going on with you. I can tell,” she added. “Just tell me already.”

  If I had been a woman, I would have flushed. “Sorry,” I said. “You’re right. I didn’t sleep much last night. It’s probably just that.”

  Hollie pressed her lips together and gave me a concerned look. “You’re getting too o
ld to be staying out all night,” she said softly, putting her hand on my arm and looking at me with warm eyes. “Dad, I really worry about you. And this is just when I’m home! How the hell do you function when I’m at school?”

  I raised an eyebrow at her. “Language,” I said.

  Hollie blushed. “Oops,” she said, giggling slightly. “Sorry. I’m just worried about you,” she added.

  “I appreciate that,” I said drily.

  Hollie started chatting about something, and my mind began to wander. I felt a pang of guilt – she was my daughter, and we barely talked during the school year, but right now I was in the midst of a bona fide crisis.

  I couldn’t believe that I’d given in to my base urges and slept with Paris like some horny teenager. It was disgusting – I was almost twice her age. Any reasonable person would hear the story and conclude, rightfully so, that I’d taken advantage of her.

  And she had been a virgin!

  I wanted to bury my head in the sand. This had happened at the worst possible time, and there wasn’t much I could do about it now other than to shove all thoughts of Paris and her lovely body out of my head. I wished I could forget that look in her emerald-green eyes, that look of utter adoration and love.

  What the fuck had I been thinking?

  She didn’t love me. She was a child, a mere twenty years old, and she didn’t know what love was. She was probably still in the stage of life where she based her ideas of love and relationships on romantic songs and movies. She didn’t know that love meant sacrifice and compromise.

  And I’d been a complete fool for giving in to my desire for her.

  After all, I’d called in a favor with the Fire Marshal just to get The Pink Diamond shut down for the evening because I couldn’t bear the thought of her getting up on stage and dancing again.

  But I couldn’t keep doing that every night, now could I?

  I hated having to worry about her. It wasn’t because I didn’t care for her, but I was in the middle of such a crucial investigation that I hated the idea of my attention being displaced in any form.