I was halfway in when Nala groaned, sharp, pained. A thin streak of blood smeared the white cushion beneath her. I froze, then looked down. The sight hit me like a drug: her blood, my cock, her virginity mine. Confidence surged. I was on top of the world.
"I love you, Nala," I said, voice rough.
"I love you too, Evan," she whispered, tears shining.
We kissed, slow, deep, hungry. Jasmine sat back on her heels, hands on her thighs, watching with a smile. "Move slow, Evan. Don't hurt her."
I pulled back an inch, then pushed in again, gentle, steady. Nala whimpered, but her hips lifted to meet me. "It's okay," she breathed. "Keep going."
Tessa leaned in again. "That's it. Break her in slow. Make her beg for more."
Jasmine added, "Look at her face. She's already addicted."
Kim's fingers moved faster, her breath hitching. "God, I can see it pulsing inside her."
