Soft Serve Sweetie (Plus Size Romance 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

innocence and making her his in every sense of the word was enough to make him shoot his wad. 
    She moaned sweetly when he slowly pushed inside her.  With each inch of penetration, he held still, letting her adjust to his length and girth.  Halfway in, he felt a thin veil of resistance.  The delicate tissue that, once torn, could never be made whole again.  The weight of the moment and the responsibility he bore nearly crushed him.  Cupping her cheek, he looked deep into her eyes.  “It’s not too late to stop, sweetheart.  Are you sure this is what you want?”
    “Oh, God, yes, Zane.  I want it.”
    He clenched his jaw to keep from asking, “ Is it only my cock you want? Do you not want me in your life and in your heart, too? ” But he already knew the answer.  Even so, he would relish this moment in time.  Whether she ever came to him after this day or not.  Whether she ever reciprocated his feelings or not.  He didn’t give a fuck.  He loved her, and if this was his only chance to show it, then by God, he was going to make the most of it.
    Holding her gaze, he thrust through her hymen.  The flash of pain that filled her eyes tore his soul in two.  She bit her bottom lip and winced again as he pushed himself as deep as he could go.  Feeling her feminine walls throb and pulsate around him, he asked, “Did I hurt you much?”
    She shook her head and smiled.  “You hurt me so good.”
    Returning her smile, he rotated his hips in a rhythm as old as time.  Once Cherry began to move with him, he resumed thrusting.  He moved steadily in and out of her, watching her face in wonderment.  The pain had been replaced with pleasure.  Knowing she was enjoying it gave him the freedom to take his own pleasure.  More than anything he wanted to fill her to overflowing.  He wanted to share the most intimate part of himself, to truly meld their bodies together in a ritual that would bond them for life.  Maybe she would never love him.  But they would always be a part of each other from this moment forward. 
     
    IT HAD BEEN EXACTLY one month since Zane had assisted Cherry in losing her virginal status and, God, was he ever a mess.  When he had left the ice cream parlor that day, he told himself they had created a beautiful memory to cherish.  But he hadn’t anticipated how badly it would hurt to be away from her.  How lonely and empty his heart and house would feel without her in it. 
    With each passing hour, his love and desire for her had grown stronger. But there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.  Before he walked out of the tiny storage room, he had given her the key to his house and made his feelings for her clear. 
    Cherry had all the power now.  He wasn’t going to pressure her or push himself on her.  He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anyone or anything.  Yet he needed her to come to him because she wanted to, not because he pressed her.  Because she loved him, not because he begged or guilted her into it.
    His misery was overwhelming.  He had all but ceased to live.  Workdays passed by in a blur, and all of his pastimes had fallen by the wayside.  All he could do was miss her.  Arriving home each evening, he hoped to find her Buick parked in the drive.  He longed to walk through the door and smell her cooking, hear her singing along to the radio like she’d been doing the first day they’d met.  Every evening he was gravely disappointed. 
    Enough was enough, he told himself.  Not knowing what else to do, he packed his gym bag and resolved to work his pain out on the treadmill.  If he was lucky, he might run fast enough and hard enough to blow out what was left of his broken heart. 
    He had just finished lacing his running shoes when he heard a knock at the door.  For a second, he felt elated.  Then it dawned on him.  If it was Cherry, she would have used her key.  Dragging himself up from the sofa, he went to see who it was.  His eyes bulged when he