Page 67 of The Sandbar saga

"Because the little girl always needed me." He grabbed her arms, pulling her to his chest. "You don't need me anymore."

She fought to escape him. He held her tighter, desperate for her to understand there would never be someone else for him. That there never was. It was always her.

"You can't stop me from loving you." She stretched to her tiptoes, grabbing his head.

She kissed him. He crushed her to his chest, owning her mouth, taking what he'd denied himself for years.

Her sobs mixed with a moan as she clung to him desperately, not letting go. As if sacrificing himself, he took her down to the sand, landing on his knees.

She pulled at his shirt, trying to get underneath. He seized the material at the neck and ripped it down the center, forcing it off his arms. Her moans of encouragement came when she tugged on his shorts.

Trailing his hands up her sides, he cupped the sides of her breasts. His movements jerky. His soul violent.

Stripping her of her hoodie and shirt together, he stared at her body, cupping her breasts, molding them with his hands. Breaching territory that never belonged to him before, he couldn't get enough. He needed more.

She brought his face down and kissed him, falling back in the sand. Hovered above her, he worked getting her pants down until they were free from her legs.

"Love me, just once, love me like I love you." She peppered him with kisses.

His cock pulsed between her legs. He could never deny her anything, even knowing it would destroy them both.

"The best part of me...is you." He captured her head in his hands. "I will always love you, even when I can't show you."

She squirmed underneath him. "Promise me."

"I promise. Always." He slid into her body with a roar of pain for having taken her virginity. He'd taken the one thing she could always keep from him. He took it all.

She froze, gasping for breath. Wrist deep in sand, he fought for a few seconds to enjoy the warmth, squeezing down on him. Giving her time to grow accustomed to his size, the invasion, it was the most blissful moment of his life, and the most excruciating.

There was no going back. There was no giving it back.

Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes. Her hand might as well have reached into his chest and squeezed his heart. She'd saved herself for him.

Kissing the salty trail on her cheek, he held his pelvis still. The euphoria almost too much to hold in.

"I'm sorry," he whispered against her ear.

She grabbed his face, surprising him with her strength. "It was always yours to take."

He placed his forehead on her forehead. The magnitude of what he'd done drowning him. There was no turning back. Nothing could've stopped him.

"Forgive me." He slid back and forth.

Soft mews, half surprise, half desperation, came from Katie. Wanting to make sure she enjoyed herself, he kept the rhythm slow. Even with barely moving, his balls ached, ready to release.

He kissed her jaw, her chin, her mouth. Underneath him, her body relaxed, yet her pussy remained tight as if made for him.

His toes dug into the sand, finding purchase. Shifting his weight to one arm, he brushed his fingers against his hip, knocking the sand off, and reached between their bodies. He found her clit in the wetness of her body.

Swallowing her gasp, he held himself still while circling her small nub with his finger.

She moved with her arousal, grinding on him. He couldn't close his eyes because he was enraptured with her love shining back at him.

She openly gave herself to him, just like he'd imagined. Glowing and seductive, curious and innocent.

Her body clenched, and she strained, arching her back. He lifted his head. A gush of air streamed out of her at the same time her eyelids fluttered.

Captivated from the wonderment of her coming, he'd stopped stroking her with his dick, more content to watch her pleasure overtake her.