Breaking Hailey: Chapter 31

Hailey cries out, her body a drawn string beneath me. She’s stiff, wound up tight, those gorgeous blues hidden behind tightly shut eyelids and quivering eyelashes. Her nails gouge into my neck so hard she’s not far off breaking the skin.

She’s projecting.

Projecting her pain.

“No,” I hiss, refusing to let the thought sink.

But it does, filling every crevice like cement as it locks me in place. I hold perfectly still, buried deep inside her, reading the pain and shock contorting her features.

“Fuck! Are you a—” The word dies on my tongue. It’s abstract. Impossible. “Look at me.” I cup her cheeks, my thumbs swiping under her eyes. “Breathe through it. Breathe, pretty girl. In and out.”

She doesn’t.

Her nails sink deeper into my skin, so hard it hurts but I barely register the pain, my mind in chaos mode, repeating one thought: she’s a virgin.

Was a virgin.

And I just ripped that from her without a care.

“Tell me it’s my size. Say I’m too fucking big,” I mutter, clinging to the idea, even though I know better than that. “Fuck, Hailey… why didn’t you tell me?” I smooth my fingers over her hair. “You should’ve told me you never had sex.”

“I. Didn’t. Know,” she whispers, punctuating her words with steady exhales. “I thought I had. I’m sorry.”

Didn’t know? How?

She doesn’t remember…

But she was so courageous. So pliant, ready, willing, and seemingly experienced last night. She was with Alex, for God’s sake. She rode me. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“Do not apologize,” I grit out, my fingers tangling the silk of her hair. “Breathe, Hailey.”

She ejects all air from her lungs, blinking those pretty blues open to stare up at me. “I’m fine, just… go slow, okay?”

I brace, inhaling a deep breath, then rip the Band-Aid, pulling my hips back. Crimson glistens on my cock and her pussy, stealing my attention.

“You’re bleeding,” I say.

Something feral roars to life inside my head chanting mine, mine, mine on repeat like a broken record. The feeling knocks the breath out of my chest, decompressing my lungs. It seizes my stiff muscles further, waking something thirsty and eager.

The need to watch myself sink into her again, watch her take me knowing I’m the first man to have her… it’s so fucking potent I can taste it. I don’t give a shit whether she had sex before. I didn’t give a shit. Virginity doesn’t matter, but I am her first.

“How bad does it hurt, Hailey?”

She doesn’t answer, those big blues filling with tears she desperately tries to blink away.

“Shh… it’s okay. We’re done. We’re not doing this.” I kiss her forehead, cradling her face with both hands. “It’ll pass.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, her eyelashes wet. “I didn’t know, I thought… I thought…” She inhales sharply, pushing both hands against my chest. “I need to go.”

“Go?” I don’t budge, even when she puts all her strength into shaking me off. “Go where, Hailey? You’re not leaving. You’re staying here.”

“No, you…” She sinks her teeth in her lip, shaking softly beneath me, her hands dropping, giving up. She wraps both arms around herself, hiding her breasts. “You said we’re done.”

“Done with sex, not us. Never us.” I nudge her nose with mine. “You’re in pain, pretty girl. I hate being the reason why, so we’ll start over when you’re feeling better.”

She looks at me again, eyes brimming with hope and a vulnerability that tears me apart bit by tiny fucking bit.

Her thoughts are on display. I don’t have to read her mind to know she can’t believe I want more than sex. She can’t fathom I care enough that hurting her hurt me.

I can’t fucking fathom it either. Not that long ago I wanted to hurt this girl. Now… knowing I have, I can’t cope.

“You said it, Hailey. I worry about you. I want you safe and comfortable. You’re only one of those things right now.”

“I’m okay. Comfortable.” Slowly, she lifts her hands, fingertips tracing my jaw. “Please… I don’t want to stop.”

I don’t want that either.

The hungry, greedy, primal part of me wants her right now. Now and fucking always, but that part duels—old-fashioned style, pistols at dawn and all—with the part that can’t stand her pain.

“Please,” she repeats, lifting her head off the pillow for a kiss, her dainty fingers gripping my shoulder blades, forcing me down. “Please don’t stop.”

I smooth her hair again, brushing long blonde strands behind her ears. “Promise you’ll tell me if I’m hurting you.”

“I promise.”

“Good girl.” I kiss her forehead, then lean back on my calves. “Lift your hips for me.”

Most women I’ve fucked were experienced, wild, catty… I haven’t come across a virgin since I was a snotty teenager, fucking any girl that spread her legs.

Hailey’s nothing like the many I’ve indulged in over the past ten years. She had a hint of innocence about her from the start, but I mistook it for naivety.

The worst part is over. She’s not a virgin anymore and the way it happened will forever top my regrets list.

I powered inside her like a fucking bulldozer…

She’ll be sore when I slide in.

Hailey arches her spine off the bed slightly and I shove a pillow under her hips, my eyes drawn to the virgin blood again. A little is smeared over her pussy lips, a few specks on the sheets, tangible proof that everything happening right now is brand new to her. She’s not experienced and the responsibility of making sure she’s comfortable with every step falls on me.

She reaches down to touch my cock, swipes a little blood with two fingers, and lifts them to see better.

“I didn’t know it would be like this…” she whispers. “I didn’t know there would be blood.” Her cheeks turn bright pink, embarrassment flooding her features. “I should wash up before we—”

“Later.” I take her bottom lip between my teeth, pulling gently. “You wanted to feel me, and I want to feel this.”

I break away but she moves with me, demanding more. Her sweet, hot tongue slips into my mouth, tasting in a lazy, erotic tempo. Having her close, our lips working in sync, fills me with more emotions than any other woman inspired even during the wildest nights of my life.

Kissing never felt this fucking fulfilling.

I rest my forehead against hers, wiping the blood off her fingers against my pec. “You sure you want to keep going?”

She nods, pinching her lips into a concerned line in expectation of pain.

“Look at me,” I rasp.

I slide my cock along her pussy, getting her worked up, ready and wet. Her eyelashes quiver, the blue irises almost completely swallowed by blown pupils—a mix of fear and arousal.

“You need to relax for me. You’re too tense, Hailey. We’re not doing this unless you relax. I don’t want to hurt you.” I drag my lips from her jaw to her ear, biting the soft lobe. “I’ll be gentle, pretty girl. I’ll go slow.”

“Okay,” she sighs. “Okay… I’m fine, I want this.”

With a deep breath in, and a long sigh out, the tension leaves her bunched muscles. She melts into the mattress, and I slide the head of my cock inside. Less than an inch, but it’s enough to send a fit of shivers down my spine.

She’s soaking wet. Warm. Mine.

I watch her face, pushing deeper slowly. Very fucking slowly. She’s so tight it feels like there’s no way I’ll fit. A small frown wrinkles her forehead when I’m halfway in, making me halt.

“I’m okay,” she whispers. “Don’t stop.”

“You’re doing great. So good, Hailey.” I cradle her neck, massaging gently. “Hold on to me and take a deep breath.”

She grasps my biceps, gouging her fingers deep into the muscles. With visible anticipation, she inhales, and I take the short window while she’s completely mellow to thrust my hips forward, bottoming out inside her.

Hailey gasps, her nails biting my skin, bound to leave half-moon marks behind. I stay still, buried as deep as this position allows and shower her face with small kisses.

She’s heaven, this girl, her pussy snug around my cock like a tight-fitting glove.

“How are you doing?” I ask, caressing her hip with my free hand. “How’s the pain?”

“Good. It stings, but it’s fine.” A shadow of a smile lights up her pretty face. “I’m definitely catching feelings when you watch me like this. You want me to fall in love with you?” She bites her lip, my little tease.

“Fall, Hailey. Fall fast.” I kiss her slowly while pulling my hips back an inch, testing the waters.

“You don’t have to be so careful.”

Maybe I don’t. I wish I wasn’t. Not so fast, because this… this heaviness in my chest, how my heart’s ramming, how worried I am about her… I’m so fucked.

As soon as she slides her hands down my back, grasping my ass to force me deeper, my heart swells like a balloon.

“Move,” she coos.

I give her what she wants. What we both desperately need.

“Out.” I pull my hips back almost all the way, our lips working in sync, my free hand tending to her swollen breasts and perfectly pebbled nipples. I roll one between my fingers, pinching lightly. “And in.” A low groan vibrates my chest as I make good on my words.

Bad drug. Perfect high.

I move again, in and out, every thrust slow while her body adapts, making room for me. It’s not easy. She’s never been filled and I don’t have a big car to compensate for my teenie weenie.

When the first satisfied moan flies past her lips a heatwave sweeps me from head to toe. I up the tempo, angling my hips to drag my cock over her G spot.

“Oh yes, right there,” she mewls, pulling my hair hard enough it stings.

She’s still tense, still unsure, but she’s enjoying this… which means she’s no longer in pain.

That’s my cue.

I dip my head, sucking her puckered nipple. She loves it, and I can’t get enough of watching her spine arch off the bed when she presses herself into my mouth. She’s a sight to behold. Beautiful, eager, so fucking responsive.

Her pussy contracts around my shaft every time I lazily bottom out inside her. She grips my biceps, anchoring herself, and lifts her legs, wrapping them over my back. It’s leverage. She wants more, and she makes it clear, yanking me down until I almost crush her into the mattress.

The pace is nowhere near my go-to tempo, but it’s fucking divine. I never cared for slow sex… then again, I never cared at all. Now, the steady rhythm lets me savor the small tremors passing through Hailey with every beat. Judging which angle rubs her the right way and which doesn’t quite hit the mark is child’s play at this mellow pace.

I have her on her back—something I’ve done maybe twice in my life. I didn’t even consider flipping her over to fuck her from behind.

You don’t turn a blind eye on fine art.

Hailey with those parted lips, fluttering eyelashes, and pink cheeks, is the most divine, erotic piece I ever saw. Going forward, I’ll favor positions that give me a clear view of her face so I can watch the ecstasy color her skin. She’s close, so close the incoming orgasm already perfumes the air.

Her moans grow louder the more she loses touch with reality, her focus narrowed to her needs. I pull back, driving myself home, harder than before. Then again, and again, my hand clasping her mouth because she’s close, and I already know how loud she is when she comes.

“You’re mine, pretty girl,” I whisper angling her head to suck a mouthful of her neck, raising a pink mark. “Mine. Marked. You only come for me, Hailey.”

She peeks from under her thick eyelashes, blown pupils staring up at me, the most arousing symphony of moans, gasps, and shallow breaths filling the room when the orgasm hits her like a tidal wave. My hand muffles the sounds, but she probably already woke up her neighbor.

I don’t slow down, chasing my own high. If this wasn’t Hailey’s first time, I’d make her fall apart so many times she’d beg me to stop. I’d wring out back-to-back orgasms, until she’d be too exhausted to lift her head off the pillow because I can’t get enough of seeing her come.

But it is her first time. She’ll be sore tomorrow, so I’m taking it easy on her. She’s still trembling beneath me when a low groan rattles my chest.

Fuck.

I forgot the condom. Just as the orgasm erupts at the base of my spine, I pull out, grip my cock, and pump, watching warm cum splash Hailey’s breasts.

“That was…” She blows a lock off her forehead, lifting her head to kiss me. “Just wow.”

“Wow?” I smirk, taking a mental picture of her clammy, skin glistening with sweat and my cum. “That was fucking scary. It’s not how your first time should be.”

She tangles her fingers in my hair. “It was perfect.”

“You were in pain.”

And, apparently, I can take a bullet but can’t watch Hailey’s pain without feeling like I’m being dragged across hot coals.

“Stay still. I need to clean you up.”

As soon as I stand, she sits up, peeking between her legs at the blood mixing with her arousal. There’s not much, but we’ve smeared it over her pussy, her thighs, and the sheets. There’s still some marking my cock, too. She closes her legs, hugging her knees.

“That’s a mess… I’m—”

“If you say you’re sorry I’ll lose my temper.” I drop my fists on the bed, leaning in for a kiss, then nudge my chin at the whorls of scarlet. “That’s fucking beautiful, Hailey. I want to frame it and hang it in my apartment.”

“You wouldn’t.” Her eyes grow wider, shame morphing to defiance as she whacks my chest. “Promise you won’t!”

“Only because you’d be permanently pink if I did. As adorable as your blush is, I don’t like it when you’re embarrassed.” I run my fingers along her pussy. “Mine. You’re mine, pretty girl.”

She smiles, touching the two bloody lines on my chest. I didn’t check the place I wiped her fingers earlier, but the marks are right above the steady thump of my heart.

“Does this mean you’re mine?” she asks, once again uncertain. “Marked?”

I hate how deep her insecurities reach. She’s scared to even hope I feel as strongly as she does.

She has no fucking idea that this is it. The moment I throw my inhibitions aside, the moment hatred falls off the merry-go-round for good, the moment she becomes an inseparable part of me.

There’s no going back.

She’s mine.

All mine.