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HOPE’s POV

Once when I was younger and dad was still alive, I accidentally stumbled upon his secret stash of porn magazines. There was a particular edition; it was called ‘summer fling’ and right smack in the middle of the magazine, there was a set of pictorials depicting a couple having sex.

The girl in the photos looked like she was in seventh heaven or something while the guy pumped into her. She did not look like she was in pain. Nope, not at all.

Reality is so much different.

Blake slams into me. Searing pain cuts through me as Blake tears through my virginity. I scream, “ARGHHHH!”

It hurts, and yet, strangely, I want more of him. I want all of his massiveness in me, filling me. Blake stops for a second and leans down to kiss my forehead. His breathing is harsh and ragged, like mine.

“I’m going to move in and out of you, Hope.”

I close my eyes as he eases out slowly and I bite down on my lip. I won’t scream. I won’t scream. I won’t –

He pounds into me again and another scream tea