The sting of guilt made my stomach churn as I waited for Jack. It had been just a couple of days since I had lost my virginity to Kent, and confusing emotions and feelings swirled inside of me until I decided to make amends with my boyfriend. After our last fight, I had bent first and apologized in a text. After a quick Facetime and some crying, I was finally back in his good graces, and it wasn't long after we had decided to meet at my house on a day both my parents were out working late.

I knew what that arrangement meant, and I prepared for it. I waxed and wore my cutest underwear. I decided to wear a light blue sundress instead of a bra. Displaying the innocence I knew Jack liked to corrupt, he once told me one of the reasons he had approached me was that he thought I looked helpless.

I tried to play off the idea, but I had secretly gotten off on the words. A thrill running up my spine as I read the words on my phone. I have always been attracted to older guys, and something about how Jack acted like the king of the world got me hot. The perfect combination of his looks and authority sent waves of pleasure and dirty thoughts through my brain.

The thought of submitting to his desires tied my stomach into knots. I would be allowing Jack to use my body any way he wished in an attempt to quell my traitorous feelings. He texted when he arrived, and I felt myself shaking when I opened the door to find my boyfriend clad in black jeans and a dark T-shirt. He flashed a brilliant white smile at me before stepping forward and embracing me in his arms.

"Missed you a bunch," he mumbled before pecking my forehead. "Think they will be back late?" he asked.

I nodded before taking his hand and leading him towards the living room. I sat at the sofa's edge while Jack took the spot beside me. His body smashed against mine as his left arm fell around my shoulders. I shivered as his fingers drew circles across my skin, and his eyes lay on me hungrily.

Jack was not shy about sex. He was a horny young man with a beautiful girlfriend at his whim, and his texting was a prime example of that. Every day and night, he'd send sexual messages and gifs. A constant barrage of perversion that would keep me constantly turned on. At first, I found them strange and even off-putting. I didn't enjoy reading the filthy description of what he wanted to do to me. The depraved text made my mind explode.

I remember spending the first weeks after we started dating constantly embarrassed and flustered. His words clung to me like leeches. A festering need that didn't relent. But every time I resisted, fear and worry held me back. Jack was experienced, and I feared that any lack of interest would make him leave. So, I did my best to brush it off. I began to ignore the raunchy texting and stopped engaging. Something Jack seemed to hate. He became harsher in his approach. He would constantly ask me if I was wet or wanted to do things. Spewing a torrent of words that made me stutter and blush.

Yet still, I refused. Back then, I could not yet bring myself to give up my virginity. Too scared of the pain and the reality. Jack was 6'2, and he had a large frame. He didn't quite seem to fit into his thin body. Compared to my 5'0 petite body, his vast frame was terrifying.

While he would never try to force me, he would always remain the aggressor. Telling me how amazing his cock was and how it would 'make me scream.' All dirty talk that played into his need to dominate and claim every one of my firsts.

That pressure had been the catalyst for my sin. The antithesis of Jack's sexual pursuit had been Kent's passionate resignation. In contrast, Jack was coarse and direct, constantly assaulting my senses with promises of being a selfish lover. Kent was like a puppy trying to earn his treat. He is hesitant to anger or betray his master.

He didn't challenge or provoke. He wanted to treat me delicately and gently. A loving man who worshipped the ground I walked on. He complimented everything about me with soft kisses and a sweet touch —a sweetness that guilt had buttered and I couldn't wash off.

"Is everything okay?" Jack's voice took me out of my spacing. His eyes showed interest, and a half-smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. I knew that look. It was the look he got whenever he wanted to assert his male dominance and claim me.

"Nothing. Just a bit nervous," I mumbled. I tried to make myself smile. I wanted to put on the facade I knew my boyfriend loved and reveled in. He was making me feel safe in his presence.

"How can I make it easier?" The flash of concern in his eyes melted the ice around my heart. It was not enough to change my decision, but sufficient to get a bit of courage out of it.

"Kiss me," I tried to hide my trepidation but failed—not that it mattered. When Jack leaned forward, his lips latched to mine roughly. The sudden intrusion caught me off guard, and I had to brace against the sensation.

My lips tingled from his pressure. My entire mouth was warm from his aggression. It was dizzying to get lost in his intensity. I allowed his body to crawl over mine. He was pinning me under him on the sofa. His hips ground his excitement into my pelvis and sent a ripple of guilt up my spine. I pushed forward, eagerly tasting my boyfriend while ignoring the knot in my stomach.

I could do this. I could feel less guilty by having Jack fuck me into oblivion. All I had to do was relax and let it happen. I shut my eyes and allowed myself to open up for him. Gingerly, my legs parted. Allowing him room to rut his hips against mine.

His hands slid from my shoulders and along my side, teasing me. Grabbing the hem of my dress, he slowly pulled upwards. My body shook from excitement when the cotton draped around my legs before it lifted over my head. After tossing the garment behind him, he let his fingers roam free. My nipples rose into two stiff peaks under his touch.

"You drive me insane," he mumbled into my neck. Warm sensations of lust exploded through my body when he captured the tender flesh between his lips, sucking away at the hollow. Feeling a wave of pleasure, I arched my back, rubbing and begging for friction.

My hands pulled his shirt off, throwing it onto the floor. Jack separated his hungry lips from me to lift himself for a second, thus giving me a chance to touch his tight, fit form. His body drew my hands, and I could not resist his call. I wrapped my fingers around his muscular form. I was ready for him and all he had to offer.

No matter what happened tonight, I had to get over the hump. Jack was my boyfriend, and the only place his body belonged was in me. Giving Jack such a precious and unique gift filled me with warmth. I could almost feel the pride in his eyes and see his delicious smile of triumph. He had pursued me since the day he met me, using every trick in the book to turn me on.

He used dirty talk, touching, and groping to bend me into his will and desires, and now I was finally going to give him the 'prize' that he had been waiting patiently for.

Jack made me feel like a virginal goddess. His lips and hands drew the nervousness out of me as he bent down again and reclaimed my lips with his. Jack forced his tongue into my mouth and tangled with my own. My hands slid down his firm body as he removed the remainder of his clothing and pressed himself back down on top of me.

"You are so pure and innocent," he whispered, igniting my shame and guilt. "Such a good and obedient little princess..." I whimpered at his words. I closed my eyes in an attempt to fight off the burning of my cheeks and the rush of adrenaline and shame.

He was making my clit throb. Pulling my body tight as I coiled beneath him. I was eager for him to notice the tell-tale signs of my wetness. He had turned me into a tangle of lust and longing, and his very presence sent electric jolts of excitement throughout my body. Jack's teeth were grazing my throat, pulling sharply and causing my body to wiggle. My hands wrapped around his hard, muscled back to dig my nails into his skin. I was desperate to feel every inch of him rubbing against me.

He pulled his body upwards, hovering over my head. I felt the loss of his weight keenly, and a soft groan left me.

"Oh, sweet Lia," he sighed. "Do you know what you do to me?" My heart beat fast as I opened my eyes and peered into his. "Do you know how hard I am right now, knowing how lucky I am to have you?" His lips pressed gently on my forehead before working down my face, touching every part with loving kisses. His mouth traced my jaw, pecking a trail towards my ear. I gasped when his breath tickled me, his tongue reaching out and tracing my lobe. I whimpered, my eyes rolling to the back of my head when I felt a gentle sucking, followed by a minor bite that made my spine stiffen.

He kept kissing, sucking, and nibbling on my neck as my back arched, my legs instinctively trying to spread, opening my wet sex so that it rubbed against the hardness of his cock. The heavy sensation of having him touch and caress me drove me crazy, my fingers gripping at his muscular back, pulling and pawing as he nibbled on my shoulder and neck.

He didn't waste time teasing me, his cock grinding against my slick sex as it slid easily between my swollen lips, coating the head with my juices. I wiggled beneath him, and in a guilt-stricken moment, I murmured, "Did you bring the condoms?"

Jack raised his head. A half-smirk played on his lips, and he leaned forward and kissed my nose. "Do you really want to wear one?" I shuddered from the deep rumble in his voice.

"I'm not on the pill," I said, ashamed.

His eyes suddenly glazed with irritation as he moved off me, reaching for his jeans.

I could see his cock was still erect and twitching, angry that he wasn't going to be able to sheath it between my throbbing lips. I sat down and instinctively covered my naked body as I waited. He had brought a packet of condoms, just as he had promised.

I couldn't help but feel the guilt burning inside of me. As just a few days prior, I had allowed his best friend to cum inside me. Jack would be so disappointed if he ever found out I had betrayed him in such a way.

My betrayal would crush him.

I felt like scum as he fished the small package and sat down on the sofa with me. My heart was thumping hard against my ribs, and my legs were shaking as Jack ripped open the wrapper with his teeth.

His eyes locked on mine as his fingers unrolled the latex sheath, which he slowly slipped on his raging member. My heart skipped a beat when the thin layer stretched around him, the slight curve of his cock pushing the rubber down.

After he finished putting it on, it felt like a switch had flipped. His expression changed from calm to feral. A dangerous glint of excitement danced across his blue iris as he pinned me on the sofa and placed himself between my thighs.

I looked up, feeling my throat dry and my cheeks scarlet. His hands held me tight, leaving me unable to escape from him as he pressed the head of his cock against my pussy.

My body froze up when I felt it nudge against me. The size of the mushroom head alone made my lips tremble; I bit back a whine.

I was scared. I'd seen his cock a bunch of times, but now that it was right between my thighs, it made the entire situation a lot more severe and daunting. Jack seemed to pick up on my nervousness as he lowered his lips and kissed me softly on my cheek.

"Shhh..." he whispered. "Just relax, okay?" I tried to speak, protest, or push him off, but he stole my words with another kiss, rougher than the last. I gasped, giving his tongue entry into my mouth, and I melted, allowing him to push the bulbous tip between my moist pussy lips, moving past them and spreading my walls open with ease. I let out a low whine, a sharp sensation of pain hitting me, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. I felt his hand press my pelvis down as he moved deeper and deeper into my sex, forcing his shaft as far into me as he could, only stopping when his hips touched my own. I cried out into his mouth, my body going tense and my back arching from the sensation. I was so full every inch of my insides was pushed back against my body by the hardness of his cock. It was uncomfortable and a bit painful, but I tried my best to endure it.

Jack gave me a second to get used to him being inside me before he started moving his hips back and forth, making his cock slide in and out of me. It felt good and drove me crazy with need and excitement. The heat and pressure of his shaft as it dragged inside me were incredible, sending electric jolts through my body as I began to moan and pant into his mouth, my hips starting to move against his in an intuitive, needy manner. His tongue slid deeper into my mouth, twining itself around mine as my hands grasped his firm back, and I felt him push harder.

His shaft slammed deeper and harder into me, causing my body to shudder with every thrust. My sex was squeezing around his shaft, gripping and sucking him deeper. My legs were wrapping around his back, holding him tightly against me, urging him on, as he grunted and thrust himself faster and deeper inside me, his hips rocking as he fucked me relentlessly, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, and I closed my eyes in ecstasy. The way his body molded to mine was perfect, and the way his hips thrust against my own was incredible, the friction of his groin rubbing against my clit and driving me wild.

Sex with Jack was so different than with Kent. Jack took control and pushed my body to its limits. There was no hesitation, no reservation. Only pure lust and desire as he slammed his body into my own. He used me to his liking and didn't stop to ask me for permission. He didn't need it, and I was happy to oblige.

I had never been taken like this. It was rough, fast, and almost violent in its intensity. It was also incredibly arousing. My pussy was throbbing and clenching around his shaft, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. I was moaning and whimpering into his mouth as he continued to fuck me, his hips slamming into mine. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, along with the sound of my moans and his grunts.

I could feel the heat building up, a fire about to burst. I was going to cum soon, and I knew it was going to be intense. Jack's thrusts were getting faster and harder, his hips slamming into mine. I could feel the head of his cock slamming into my cervix, the pleasure and pain mixing in a delicious cocktail. I was so close, and I could feel him getting close. His grunts were getting louder, and his thrusts were becoming more erratic.

It didn't take long for me to reach my peak. I let out a scream of pleasure as my orgasm washed over me, my body shaking and convulsing. Jack didn't stop, though. He continued to pound into me, his hips slamming into mine. I felt his cock swell and twitch inside me, and I knew he was close. He let out a roar of pleasure, and I felt his cock explode, filling the condom with his seed. I could feel him throb inside me as his cum filled the condom, and I felt my orgasm intensify. I screamed his name as I came again, my body shaking and convulsing.

He continued to slam into me until he had milked every drop of cum from his balls. I could feel his cock twitching inside me, and I knew he was spent. He collapsed on top of me, his breathing heavy. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close.

"That was amazing," he whispered in my ear.

I nodded, still trying to catch my breath.

"I love you," he said.

The guilt I felt from sleeping with Kent had dissolved in the haze of lust. Jack's words only increased my warmth, and I smiled as I hugged him and snuggled into his arms. My relationship with Jack wasn't perfect, but I owed him more than a simple apology as his girlfriend.

I was going to make it up to him by allowing him to take my body any way he wanted.