I pulled Miguel closer, my arms tightening around his warm, sleeping form. The clock must've ticked past 1 a.m. by now, or at least the heavy stillness of the night made it feel that way.

  "You're so damn beautiful, Miguel. Do you even realize that?" I murmured softly into his ear, my voice a low, soothing whisper, even though he was lost in his dreams.

  My fingers traced along the fabric of his shirt, lingering over the faint outline of his chest. It took every ounce of restraint to keep from sliding my hands beneath the material, to stop myself from groping the smooth curves of his perfect body.

  "You're too innocent for your own good, Miguel," I breathed, my words ced with a dark hunger.

  "Your body... it's fucking perfect, like it was made to be taken, to be cimed. But you're just so pure, so unaware. And that personality of yours—goddamn, you're too kind, too sweet. It's impossible not to fall for you, to not want you in every way."

  A shiver ran down my spine, electric and sharp, as the realization of what I needed to do cwed at my mind, urging me forward with a desperate, undeniable pull.

  "I hope you understand, Miguel..." I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper as I released my grip on him.

  His body shifted naturally, rolling from his side to lie ft on his back. His eyes remained shut, his face serene and unguarded, a peaceful mask in the dim light. I couldn't tear my gaze away from him. Every inch of him seemed to call out to me, a silent plea for something only I could give. He needed to be purified by me.

  He needed to be mine.

  My hands moved to the waistband of his sweatpants, fingers trembling slightly as I tugged them down with deliberate slowness.

  I couldn't afford to wake him. Each careful pull sent a jolt through my chest, my pulse hammering in my ears. If he stirred, if he opened his eyes now, I'd be done for.

  My breath hitched with every inch of fabric I slid down, the tension coiling tighter in my gut. If I got caught, I was beyond screwed.

  Finally, with one st gentle tug, the sweatpants were off, pooling at the foot of the bed. Miguel remained blissfully unaware, his breathing steady and deep.

  My eyes roamed over his exposed legs—smooth, hairless, and soft, with just the right amount of give when pressed. They were fwless, almost unreal in their perfection, and I couldn't resist the pull to touch.

  I dragged a single finger along his skin, starting at his knee and tracing a slow, deliberate path upward. The warmth of him sent a shiver through me as I moved closer to the bulge hidden beneath his briefs.

  It struck me as odd that Miguel wore briefs when so many guys opted for thongs, but I pushed the thought aside. Maybe after everything he'd been through, thongs just weren't his thing. I didn't linger on it. My focus was elsewhere.

  "Need to see my prize for loving you..." I breathed, the words slipping out in a hushed, desperate tone. My fingers hooked into the estic of his briefs, and I pulled them down with agonizing care, inch by inch, until they were past his hips.

  His soft, delicate cock came into view, resting there, unguarded and inviting. It seemed to taunt me, to beckon me closer, as if it were silently begging for my touch. My throat tightened, desire and anticipation twisting together as I stared, unable to look away.

  I dragged a tentative finger along the warmth of his softened length, feeling the delicate, velvety texture under my touch.

  His penis, so soft and almost vulnerable in this state, struck me as oddly endearing. Then, a sudden realization hit me like a wave—this was the first penis I'd ever touched.

  A rush of heat surged through my body, prickling down to my toes. My heart pounded.

  I was about to lose my virginity.

  My mind was a haze, thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind. Before I could process it, my body acted on instinct.

  I climbed over him, my lower half already bare, clothes discarded in a frantic haze. The need to make this happen, to lose my virginity right then and there, consumed me. Logic was gone.

  All I wanted was to cim Miguel as mine, to feel him, to make this moment real.

  "Fuck... how do I even... damn it..." My voice trembled with frustration and nervous excitement. I had no clue what I was doing.

  Could I even get him hard like this? Fumbling, I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, giving it a gentle tug, hoping—praying—something would happen.

  I stroked him slowly at first, then with more urgency, my hand sliding up and down his length. It felt like an eternity, my palm warming from the friction, my breath hitching with anticipation.

  Just when I thought it was hopeless, I felt it—him stirring, growing firmer under my touch, hardening with each passing second.

  "Finally," I muttered under my breath, a nervous ugh escaping me. "Thought I was gonna have to take you in soft." I gnced down at him, my pulse racing as I positioned myself. Then, with a shaky breath, I lowered myself onto him.

  My eyes widened as I felt him slip inside, stretching me, filling me completely. My knees trembled, cmping against his sides, and a sharp, overwhelming sensation shot through me.

  I bit my lip hard to keep from losing it right then and there—cumming so soon would've been a massive blow to my confidence. Instead, I steadied myself, feeling every inch of him, my body adjusting to the unfamiliar but intoxicating pleasure.

  I moved with deliberate slowness at first, mimicking the scenes I'd watched obsessively in those te-night porn videos. Each tiny thrust sent electric shocks up my spine, pure ecstasy coursing through me.

  It was overwhelming, the way he filled me completely, hitting every sensitive spot with precision. My body trembled with the intensity of it.

  "Fuck, Miguel..." I gasped, my voice shaky as I picked up the pace, bouncing harder on him. My movements were clumsy at times, the ck of experience painfully obvious, but I didn't care.

  I pushed through, driven by raw need. His cock felt like pure heaven, each thrust sending waves of bliss crashing over me. My mouth hung open, drool spilling from the corner as I lost myself in the sensation.

  Then, without warning, Miguel stirred beneath me. His body tensed, and I felt him try to move, only to realize he couldn't fully.

  A low, pained groan rumbled from his chest. His eyes fluttered open, half-lidded at first, then snapping wide with a look of sheer horror as the reality of the situation hit him.

  My stomach dropped, a cold wave of guilt washing over me, but the heat between my legs wouldn't let me stop. There was no turning back now.

  I spped my hand over his mouth, muffling any sound he might make. A hot tear slid down his cheek and nded on my skin, searing me with shame, but I couldn't stop.

  My hips kept moving, grinding down on him, chasing that high despite everything.

  "I'm sorry, Miguel... I'm so fucking sorry..." I muttered over and over, my voice breaking as I repeated the words like a desperate mantra.

  "I'm sorry..."

  "I'm sorry..."

  "I can't stop... it feels too fucking good..."

  "I'm sorry..."

  "please forgive me..."

  "I'm sorry..."

  My toes curled with every thrust, the pleasure too intense to ignore, even as guilt gnawed at my insides. I couldn't bear to meet his eyes, couldn't face the pain I knew I'd see there.

  Instead, I turned my head, staring at the pillow beside us as it shifted with each forceful movement of my body, the fabric crumpling under the weight of my betrayal.

  "I'm sorry, Miguel," I murmured again, my voice soft but firm. I could hear him sniffle, the sound tugging at something deep inside me, but I didn't stop.

  My hips moved with relentless rhythm, my body clenching tight around his cock as I rode him harder, chasing that searing, mind-numbing orgasm I so badly craved.

  "F-fuck... it feels so damn good... take it, Miguel... take every bit of me!" I gasped, my voice raw with need as I smmed down one final time.

  A deep, guttural groan tore from my lips as I came, waves of pleasure crashing through me, leaving my thighs trembling. Below me, Miguel's cries grew louder, broken and desperate.

  I colpsed beside him, my chest heaving as I pulled him into my arms, cradling his shaking form against me.

  "It's okay... it's over now. You're purified... just breathe, shhh," I whispered into his ear, my tone soothing as I held him tighter. His tears soaked into my breasts while my fingers traced slow, gentle patterns across his back, scratching lightly to comfort him.

  A pang of guilt twisted in my gut, but I pushed it aside—this had to be done. Completely necessary for our love and future.

  "That's it... that's right... just let go, sleep now. We'll talk about everything tomorrow," I murmured, my voice a hushed lulby.

  His legs quivered uncontrolbly against mine as I nestled closer, spooning his trembling body. I knew I'd gone rough on him, maybe too rough, my pace unforgiving as I'd taken what I needed.

  But fuck, the release had been worth it, the heat of his body under mine still lingering in my mind as I held him through the aftermath.

  "I love you, Miguel, so much you don't even know..." I whispered, my voice barely a breath as I pressed my lips against his forehead. His trembling had eased slightly, his body still warm and heavy in my arms.

  I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, his quiet whimpers fading into soft, uneven breaths as exhaustion cimed him.

  My own eyelids grew heavy, the afterglow and the weight of the moment pulling me under.

  I nestled closer, my arm draped protectively over him, and let sleep take me, the lingering heat of our bodies mingling in the quiet darkness.

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