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The Virgin And The Hero (Innocent Series Book 2)

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by Kendall Duke


  “No?”

  “No. I just don’t know how you’re a virgin,” I said bluntly, “given that you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “What?” She was so surprised that her mouth dropped open again in that perfect ‘oh’ shape it had when she first saw the house.

  “From the first moment I saw you,” I told her, gently running the pad of my thumb over that full bottom lip, “I was a goner.”

  “No way,” she said, blinking up at me.

  “Oh yeah,” I whispered, and then I kissed her again. Because I couldn’t help it, and I didn’t want to stop, and I was beginning to think I might never want to.

  ~~~

  Jessica

  Jordan turned my body so I was facing him, our chests pressed together and my legs closed and hanging over to his left. I couldn’t put my arms around his neck from this angle, so I placed my palm along that razor fine jawline and kissed him back, trying to ignore the presence I felt below. I knew, when the moment came, we would talk about it, but I had to gear up to it. I hadn’t even kissed anybody in a while, and I’d never kissed anyone like this. It felt so good, the soft, sweet kisses he placed on my lips, my cheek, my throat… He moved his mouth towards my ear and softly bit my earlobe while one of his hands slid around my middle, towards my navel. I gasped slightly; his thumb brushed the underside of my breasts. It made my back arch into his touch, and then he was lightly cupping it, teasing my nipple with that broad thumb through my uniform.

  He leaned back to look at me, and something he saw satisfied him. I felt almost helpless in his arms, as if he were giving me a guided tour of my own body—and in a sense, he was. He kissed my throat again, and then I felt the lightest pressure of his tongue, gliding towards my collarbone. When his mouth met the spot where my throat turned into shoulder, Jordan bit me, so carefully, and plucked at my nipple at the same time he squeezed my ass. I moaned out loud, my back arching even further, and then turned to face him. Feeling brave and rippling with desire, I pulled my leg over so that I was straddling him—and then we were face to face, my uniform riding up my thighs as the powerful presence below slid along the cleft of my body.

  Jordan’s hands slid down to my ass and squeezed each cheek, hard, driving me against his bulge. I felt it, right there, rubbing against my button, the hot little secret at the top of my pussy. I moaned again, unable to stop myself, and this time when my spine arched Jordan let me lean back and sucked my nipples through the fabric of my uniform, his long torso stretching over mine. I could feel the electric pulse of an orgasm throbbing through me already, my body responding to every touch, every breath. I hooked my legs around the back of the chair and rolled my hips against him, feeling every inch of him as my slit slid over the rough fabric of his jeans.

  ~~~

  Jordan

  Fuck.

  Fuck. I knew Jessica was sexy—everything about her practically screamed sex, which was kind of ironic, given her lack of experience. But Jessica dry-humping me with her mouth in that perfect round circle, moaning as I sucked on her tits… I thought I might cum in my jeans.

  But I didn’t, and I wouldn’t—I had to have her.

  “Jessica,” I said, pulling back, “we need to talk before we… Before we do anything else.” Before I rip your fucking clothes off and fuck you so hard we break the kitchen table, virgin or not.

  “Okay—yeah,” she said, sounding husky and dazed. She sat up straighter, but that drove the apex of our bodies against each other even more. It took me a minute to clear my head, the pressure was so intense, so sweet.

  “Do you want to—”

  “Yes,” she whispered to me. “Yes, Jordan, I do.”

  The phrasing made me pause. That’s what I really wanted. I wanted to claim Jessica, to keep her forever. Marriage made sense to me. I do. “Jessica… I should tell you… I’m not a casual sort of guy. I don’t want to do this just once.”

  “What do you mean?” Those beautiful brown eyes tracked mine, and I took a deep breath, trying to think of how to say what I meant without sounding too crazy. “Sex?”

  “Well, yeah,” I said softly, and she looked so relieved that I had to kiss her one more time, and then the whole rodeo was going again for a second—my hands were sliding around her waist, I was sucking on her bottom lip while she tangled her fingers in my hair-- “Goddamn,” I muttered, pulling away again. “Jessica.” I made myself look her in the eye. “I don’t… If we do this…”

  “Are you worried about me living here?”

  “Yes,” I said, and then realized what that sounded like and tried again. “No. Not like—” I swallowed and tried a final time. “If you let me inside, I’m never going to leave you. Never. I’m going to want you until the day I die. I want you, Jessica.”

  “Good,” she whispered. “I want you to. I want to do this with you.”

  “You’re sure?” I watched her, holding my breath.

  “I want it to be you,” she told me, and that was what I needed to hear.

  ~~~

  Jessica

  Jordan kissed me, and I grabbed those luscious curls and pulled him tight, then tighter, so that we bit each other, our lips seeking one another over and over as his own hands reached below, found the hem of my uniform, and ripped the whole thing right up the center. It was so sudden it made me laugh, but after a wicked grin his mouth was on mine again and all I could do was gasp into his kiss.

  Jordan’s fingers explored my bared body, tracing my navel and slipping behind, teasing my ass through the fabric of my panties. His mouth went lower, tasting my neck, the hollow of the throat, then kissing a line between my breasts. I held perfectly still when his lips swept over my nipple, now only encased in the satin of my bra, and when he gently tugged on it through the fabric with his teeth I felt a shudder gathering in the center of my body. Jordan must’ve realized how close I was, because he wrapped one arm around my center, supporting my torso, and slid his other hand between my legs.

  I was so wet. I’d never been this wet—I’d never been open this way, exposing the center of my body to him, feeling him run his fingers over the cleft, finding my clit through the fabric, and pressing down on it with one clever finger. I moaned his name, completely lost to the sensations he was filling me with, and then he was tugging my panties aside, and I heard a sharp intake of breath. “Jordan?”

  He was reared back, looking down at me; his eyes jumped from my breasts to my belly, to my face and then down between my legs. “Goddamn,” he said again, and I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I didn’t have long to wonder what he was going to do.

  Jordan picked me up and laid me down on the kitchen table, my ruined uniform falling away in tatters. He looked into my eyes as he placed my heels on his shoulder and gently pulled my panties off, away from my hips and over my ankles. Then he slid his palms along the length of my legs and spread them, slowly, so that I was displayed before him on the table, completely open to his view. “Jessica,” he murmured, but I knew he wasn’t asking a question—he wanted me, the way I wanted him. He kicked his chair back and kneeled at the table, then ran his fingers over my ass, my thighs, along the side of my hips, then reached up and found my nipples. As he teased them to a fine point, his tongue sank in to my center.

  I came almost immediately. I’d given myself orgasms before, when I had the privacy, but they were nothing—nothing—like this. I rocked on the table, my back arching so far and so hard as I screamed his name that I momentarily pulled away from his grip—he yanked me back, and lapped at my pussy until I cried out again. My skin tingled like I was made of electric wires, the surge of my orgasm sharp and intense, and then it lingered, growing again and again as he licked me. When I felt one of his fingers leave my nipple I sat up and looked down, and his beautiful blue eyes watched my face as he slid it inside.

  His fingers were not small. They just weren’t. He was a hard-working farm boy that grew up to be a soldier, and his hands were thick and strong. But I felt m
y body make way for him and I knew I wanted more. I wanted all of Jordan.

  He made me wait for it. I moaned as he sucked on my clit, squeezing my nipple and gently dipping his finger in and out of my pussy, then joining it with a second one, trying to prepare me for what was to come. I felt a sharp contraction as I shuddered around his fingers, and my frame filled with sparks once again—I called out to him, almost frightened by the suddenness and ferocity of my orgasms. He had no mercy, and sank his fingers in deeper, making me ride the wave as I writhed and gasped, ecstasy filling me.

  And then he leaned back and pulled his shirt off while I lay there, panting. And he was just as gorgeous as I’d imagined.

  Long, hard body. Thick muscles, used to serious work. Silky black hair that reached from his navel below.

  Jordan didn’t bother taking his pants off all the way. He unzipped them and they fell to his ankles; it was the only indication he was as eager as I was. I held perfectly still, my orgasm still rattling around my belly, ebbing away, and gazed at him.

  He was just as big as I thought he would be.

  “This… This is going to hurt, isn’t it?” I looked up at him, and he bit his lip and nodded.

  “I think so,” he said softly. “You’re… You’re really tight, Jessica.”

  “Do you think… Do you think it’ll feel good, too?” I was suddenly nervous. He reached down and stroked my cheek.

  “I’m supposed to go slow, and be gentle,” he whispered. “But I want you so bad, I don’t know if I can.” He leaned over me, his hand planted behind my shoulder, and kissed my mouth. “I swear to you, this is the only time I will ever hurt you. Ever.” He kissed me again, and this time I could feel the head of his cock, velvet covered iron, pressing against my narrow opening. Jordan sucked my lip, and quickly pushed inside.

  Just an inch—it wasn’t much, I knew it wasn’t, but oh my god. I cried out and he kissed me again, hissing out a breath as he withdrew, then pushed in a little further. “Goddamn, baby,” he said, and then he reared back, running his hands over my body as he did it all again, a little further each time. “So tight,” he whispered, and when his fingers latched on to my nipples I started to relax a bit, started to try and pay attention to the newness of being full of him. Jordan stroked my breasts, pulled all the way out, and then, his eyes locked on mine, he went all the way in.

  I felt pinned. I felt so full, so completely full, I felt fear and pain and awe and the first beginnings of pleasure, stirring somewhere deep in my belly where he was buried. “Jordan,” I gasped, and he reached down and stroked my cheek with one hand while the other one teased my nipple, his hips perfectly still as he filled me, letting me adjust to him. I took a deep, slow breath, and he did the same. Then he rocked his hips—his perfect hips, the bones an exquisite arrow pointing to the juncture where we were joined below—and I gasped, and he pulled out a bit, and pushed back inside, and pulled out… And I started to feel it.

  It felt good.

  It hurt, sure. I was sore, and stretched and swollen. But my body responded as if it knew we were made to fit this way, as if I’d been designed to accommodate his huge cock—to please it, even, as Jordan gasped too, feeling the same thing I felt, the heat, the deep throb of pleasure that shook me to my bones. I felt my legs opening of their own accord to let him in as far as he could go, and his hands slipped down to my hip bones and held on as he picked up speed. I sat up a tiny bit, putting more of my weight on my elbows, and Jordan rocked in to me a little harder, hitting the engorged flesh with his own, the sound wet and slick as my damp pussy welcomed him. My clit flared, and he used the new position to move deeper more quickly, his bottom lip clenched between his teeth. “Jordan—” I wanted it, suddenly. I wanted it harder.

  “Baby—” Jordan’s eyes locked on me, and he hissed out a breath. “You alright?” The rhythm slowed while he waited for my answer.

  “I want more, please,” I said, and I swear I saw his nostrils flare. He gazed down at me, then ran his hands over my breasts, catching my nipples with his fingertips.

  “More what?” His voice was demanding, rough. His fingers squeezed, tightening on the hard buds of my nipples as I shivered.

  “I want it harder,” I whispered. “Please.”

  BAM! He slammed into me, his cock spreading me open at once, splitting my body in two. It hurt, but… I felt an orgasm clutching me, demanding more. “What do you want, Jessica?” He licked his lips, his cock buried so deep in me I could feel it by my spine.

  “Harder, please,” I said, and he did it again, with twice as much force. My head rocked on my neck as I screamed from the mix of pleasure and pain, my breasts shaking back and forth, held only by my nipples, tiny electric points of exquisite pressure. “Yes, Jordan, please—”

  He fucked me, then. I could feel him holding on to his own orgasm, the stiffness in his cock as he rammed it into my fresh hole, waiting until I’d had enough. I begged him for it, for the pain, the awesome pleasure, the way my body rocked on that table as I screamed, sweat gathering on my skin as he sank inside of me again and again and again. And when my pussy clenched, tighter still, as I came, profoundly and completely and fully, only then did he exhale a long breath, filling me with liquid heat as he came deep inside of my body.

  It took me a full minute to open my eyes. He was gazing down at me, his expression almost concerned. Dawn was creeping into the room; we’d been awake together all night.

  “I love you,” I said, and sat up.

  ~~~

  Jordan

  This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

  I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with a girl I met during a robbery. I wasn’t supposed to have sex with a virgin and have it be the best I’d ever had. I wasn’t supposed to feel in my guts that Jessica was the love of my life, my one and only, no matter that I hadn’t even known her name until a couple hours ago. I wasn’t supposed to hope I’d gotten her pregnant, that she would take my mama’s wedding ring, and live with me here forever, like something out of a goddamn fairy tale.

  But I did. I did all of that.

  When she sat up and said she loved me, my heart stopped. I could feel the stutter, the pause, as it soaked in what she’d said. “Jessica…”

  She put up a hand, stopping me. “Don’t. I know it’s crazy. I know that’s not what I’m supposed to do the first time I have sex—I’m supposed to play it cool.” She heaved a deep breath, her chest flushed from sex, her cheeks ripe and rosy. “I’m not cool, Jordan. And I love you.”

  I stepped towards her, towards this woman I loved more than anything, and wrapped my hands around that perfect face, my fingers tangling in her copper hair, and kissed her. I kissed her like my life depended on it, which it kind of did. Her arms wrapped around me, tight, and I held her close and tasted her, smelled her, felt her. I loved her.

  “Jessica—”

  “Please don’t,” she said softly, and I realized she was still expecting some kind of rejection. “Please.”

  “Stay with me,” I whispered, and her eyes widened. “Stay with me forever. Stay in this house, have my babies, be my wife.” Tears appeared in the corners of her eyes, and I kissed them away before I leaned back to look at her again. “Please. Stay with me.”

  “Yes,” she said, and then she wasn’t the only one with tears in her eyes. “Yes, Jordan, yes.”

  I scooped her up in my arms, kicking my boots and jeans off as I went. I carried her up the stairs, her perfect body cradled in my arms, and walked down the hall. The sun was up, spreading warm fingers of bright light across the floor. I opened my bedroom door and carried her over the threshold, then settled her in my bed.

  “Welcome home,” I told her, and she laughed. And when she laughed, I couldn’t help but kiss her. She ran her fingernails over my back and arched into me, greeting me, and when I slipped inside of her again I felt her sigh with pure happiness.

  “Welcome home,” she whispered, and I was. Finally.

  Finally.
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  Epilogue

  Jessica

  I woke up not knowing where I was.

  It still happened sometimes—which I didn’t understand, since I’d felt pretty good about life for a while now. The nightmares felt like they came out of nowhere, horrible images of a past I didn’t live in any more. Jordan worried that the baby made them worse, since pregnancy dreams were supposedly terrible, but I thought he was just being superstitious. Nothing as precious as our baby would give me bad dreams; I still had a couple ghosts, was all, and the only place they could get to me was the only place Jordan couldn’t rescue me: my head.

  But generally speaking, my head was a pretty great place to be these days.

  “Baby,” he whispered, his lips close to my ear, “it’s just a dream. Promise.”

  “Jordan?” I felt the echo of the scream in the back of my throat, but couldn’t remember what caused it. Not now, not with the warm light of the sun greeting me through our bedroom window, and his sweet whispers in my ear.

  “I’m here,” he said, and I felt the purr of his breath on the back of my neck and pushed against the warm wall of his body, feeling his solidness and heat like a salve. His hands crept around my waist, pulling me tighter against him. “I love you,” he told me, and I turned my head to kiss him, my fingers finding those soft black curls. I hoped our child had his hair. And his eyes. And his smile.

  “I love you,” I said, and then I felt him prodding me from below, long and demanding and hard. His kisses trailed across my cheek, my neck; he gently bit my shoulder as his arms found my breasts, so sensitive and swollen. He stroked them gently as I arched into him, feeling him press against me, searching. Jordan took one arm and lifted my leg by the knee, opening me below, and slipped into the wet heat that waited for him. His teeth sank into my shoulder as he began to fuck me, slow and deep, my body responding immediately. I was made for this, and I knew it. “Harder, please,” I begged.

 

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