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submission to pleasure. “Wh... uhh... oh God, Jack!”
    “There you go. Come on,” he replied, moving at a faster pace. He wanted to brand her, make her skin smell like him, and permanently mark her so she’d never be able to forget he was her first. It could have been the masculine boost he needed, or something different altogether. He decided not to dwell so much on it and focused on sliding his tongue along hers.
    “I-I’m almost... there... Jack!” And just when she reached the peak of her orgasm, her wetness closing in around his hard cock, he thrust deep. His balls tightened and his cum released. He grunted and groaned, slowly rotating his hips inside her, post-orgasm. His arms gave way and he fell onto his side, his head bent at the crook of her neck.
    After they had caught their breath, Jack stood to dispose of the condom in his bathroom trash can.
    “Sorry. I should’ve gone slower,” he said softly as he returned to the bed. A small snore answered him, and he looked down to see Penelope had fallen fast asleep. He chuckled a bit to himself and lay back down, pulling the covers above them both, his eyes closing. The last thought that popped into his mind was the hope Penelope wouldn’t cling to him in the morning.

CHAPTER THREE
    S peaking from experience, being a twenty-six-year-old virgin is a bit of a burden. I don’t have any virgin friends, and the friends I do have just happen to be gorgeous women with wonderful personalities. It’s obvious they have a lot of guys lined up, just waiting for a chance to breathe the same air as them. But my question to you, reader, is this: Is it any better losing your virginity for the sake of it?
    DIARY OF A WALLFLOWER: Entry 103
    Penelope woke up to a throbbing head. Her eyes burned with the reflection of the sun in the room. She slowly opened her eyes, letting herself focus on her surroundings. Her eyes fell on a pair of boxer shorts on the floor.
    “What the fuck?” she murmured, her voice groggy. She sat up, and the covers fell to her lap, exposing her naked breasts. “What the hell?” she said, a little louder this time.
    There was a slight grunt and some movement to her side. Her breath caught in her throat, and she practically flew off the bed, grabbing a throw blanket off the floor and covering herself with it. The large body turned toward her and let out another sleepy sigh.
    “My God, he’s beautiful,” she murmured, trying to keep quiet.
    In that moment, everything that had happened the night before came to her in a flash. “Oh, my God.” The sex. The wonderful, pleasurable, mind-blowing sex. The moment Jack had first thrust inside her, she’d felt both a slight burning sensation and a completeness. She was no stranger to penetration. She had used slim vibrators before. The only difference was that this time, it had been a real cock inside her and it was larger—much larger.
    A loud ringing tone jolted her from her memories, and she headed out of the room toward the sound. She found her clutch carelessly thrown on the sofa in the living room, and opened it to grab her phone inside. She looked through the text messages and the missed calls, all from Stephanie and Jasmine. She sent Stephanie a quick message, letting her know she was alive.
    Penelope walked back and looked around the bedroom, spotting a dresser. She quickly opened the first drawer and looked through the neatly folded clothes until she found a large hoodie and sweatpants with a drawstring and threw them on.
    “I’m stealing your clothes,” she whispered to a sleeping Jack. “There is no way I’m walking out in the dress from last night.” Penelope activated the location settings on her phone, trying to figure out where the hell she was.
    “Venice Beach, not bad.” After looking through the numbers for a cab, she found one and called.
    “Yes, could I have a cab here on Sixth and Longfellow, please. Thank you,” she whispered. After grabbing what little she had brought,