Scout's Honor. Stephanie Doyle

didn’t immediately open her mouth to him. But just as the thought came to him that she felt a little stiff underneath him, she was kissing him back with all the passion he felt for her.

      Her hands were on his lower back, her body was arching up to press herself against him. She was ready and he was done waiting.

      He got on his knees between her legs and pulled her panties down with a little awkwardness as she was twisting one way, while he was pulling the other. But finally she was naked with him and then he was getting himself into position, using his teeth to open the condom and then rolling it in place. He lifted her so that her ass was on his thighs and he would be able to slide deep and hard in one solid stroke.

      “I’m sorry, honey.” He could hear how rough his voice was but the urgency to thrust inside her was nearly overwhelming. “This might be a little rough and quick, but I promise I’ll get you there.”

      He knew he was losing it because he could hear the Louisiana in his voice and that only happened when he was really drunk or really desperate.

      “Jayson, I think...”

      But he was done waiting. He put his cock against her opening and started to push. He felt her wetness, knew she was aroused, but he hadn’t expected her to be so tight.

      “Scout...”

      It was like her body was pushing back against him. It was maddening.

      “Honey, you’ve got to open for me a little...”

      “I’m trying.”

      Trying? What the hell did that mean, but before he could think about it, he had the head of his erection inside her and he was pushing again. Then he heard her cry out and it froze him solid.

      “Scout.”

      “It burns,” she said with her arm over her eyes.

      Instantly, he slid out of her. Then he looked down on her face and saw she was in agony.

      “No, don’t stop. You can’t stop! You have to finish it.”

      She was reaching for his hips and sliding her butt up his legs as if she might try to impale herself on him. He caught her body and turned her on her side so that they were facing each other.

      “Please, don’t stop,” she cried.

      Tears. Actual tears. He was the worst lover ever. Obviously he’d gone too fast for her. He thought she’d been with him. She was obviously not even close to being ready.

      “Scout, it’s okay,” he said even though the ache in his balls was extreme. “I’ll slow down. Get you more ready.”

      “I am ready.” She sobbed. “Please, just do it. There’s nothing you can do that won’t hurt.”

      Oh, hell. Did she have some kind of physical condition? Something that prevented her from enjoying sex?

      “Scout, honey, you need to talk to me. Is there some kind of problem I need to know about?”

      “Yes, I have a problem. And you need to fix it,” she said urgently. She hooked her leg over his hip and dropped her hand down to his cock.

      He caught her hand and stopped her wiggling it. “Scout, I’m not going to hurt you. I won’t do it.”

      “But you have to. It’s the only way.”

      Huh? Nothing she was saying was making sense and she was getting more and more upset. What was supposed to be a night of hot, intense sex was turning ugly quickly.

      “Please, I just want it done.”

      Not something any guy ever wanted to hear when it came to sex. Jayson rolled on his back as he tried figure out what was happening.

      But as soon as he did, Scout was climbing on top of him.

      “Scout, wait...”

      “No, I’m done waiting. It’s okay.” She reached for him again and placed his erection at her core. Then she pushed herself forcibly over him, whimpering the entire time.

      “Scout, stop it! You’re hurting yourself!”

      But she didn’t stop. Not until he was fully inside her. It was a horrible moment to both see her pain and feel his pleasure. But she was squeezing him like a vice and his cock was an unfeeling bastard.

      “There,” she huffed out, lying on top of him. “It’s done.”

      Done? Nothing was done. He was still hard, and she clearly was nowhere close to having an orgasm.

      “What’s done?” he grated out.

      “I’m not a virgin anymore. You can finish now. I’m sure it will be better next time.”

      A virgin.

      Of course. And with that sentence she wiggled on top of him and it was enough to make him come furiously inside her. Without one real stroke.

      Without a doubt the worst sex of his life. All he’d done was hurt her.