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Note to reader: This story is rated M for graphic topic, graphic language and sexual content. Not advised for children under the age of 18.


"Anyone that told you that their first sexual experience was anything but awkward, uncomfortable, and painful lied to you. If they were really lucky like me and they were with a man, not a boy. Then it was only half as painful as the broken heart they left them with because they always leave and it always hurts. This is my tale, through his eyes." Elena

The Aftermath of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1

"Babe, stop wiggling. You've gotta stay still. The more you move, the more I have to work and the more it's going to hurt."

I've been trying to push inside her for the last twenty minutes. She's just too damn tight and every time, I'm able to squeeze in just a little. She scoots her body a little further up the bed.

We've now worked our way from one end of the bed, to the other. With her head dangling of the edge, what's left of the sheets and blankets are clinging to my sweaty lower legs and every inch of my back burns. From where she's digging her nails into my skin every time I get close to pushing inside through that fucking barrier.

To top it off, my dick is so fucking hard that it fucking hurts because it knows better than anyone that once it penetrates that fucking wall there will be nothing but sweet relief. Even with my dick this hard, I can't get out of my head. Every single time she cries out or whimpers in pain, I pull back.

She lets out one last whimper and I'm done. I don't care if my balls feel like they're in my stomach. I can't continue hurting her anymore. Pulling out completely, she lets out another soft whimper. This time I think it's from the loss, not from the pain.

I lay my head against her bare chest and wait for her breathing to even out. "It's okay, Kitten. We'll try again another time." I finally tell her when she seems calm.

"No, please." I don't need to see her face. I can hear the tears in her voice. "Please, it has to be tonight. Please."

She's tugging my face from her chest, lifting my face up to hers. Her eyes closed tight because she knows that if I see the tears, I won't follow through. Her kiss is urgent, needy. Unlike anything she's ever shared with me.

She's scared, scared that something might happen on tomorrow's run. It's not like anything that we've done before but we need a big score because we have a new sheriff that we need to pay off and this is the biggest score out there right now.

But that's not her only fear she's scared that I might dip into some club whore while I'm on the road or that I might claim another old lady before I get the chance to claim her.

The only reason I haven't claimed her as my old lady is because of her pops. He would have my ass if he found out I was banging or trying to bang his underage daughter. It wouldn't matter that him and my pops are best friends. He would bury me. I know it bothers her but I would think that she would understand that even though I haven't claimed her, she's still mine.

It doesn't work that way in our word though. The titles, the labels they're everything. Without it any asshole in the club could try to lay claim to her. Not that they would because her pops would shoot them dead first. But also because both my pops and hers have made it clear that they intend for her to become my brother's old lady.

Not only that but when I'm on the road any president could throw a lady or club whore at me and it'd be rude or disrespectful for me to decline if I'm not attached. Titles and labels are everything.

"Kitten, it's fine. We'll try again when I come back from the run. We'll make a date of it. Dinner, movie, and flowers the whole shebang."

She says nothing, just shakes her head no. Wrapping her legs around my hips, she locks them in place over my hips. Lifting her hips just an inch to meet my still very enlarged and very painful erection. "Just do it. Fast. Hard. Get it over with." It's not meant to be sexy. It's a plea. She's needs this. Not because she's in pain like I am, but she needs it to heal her heart. From everything that she's seen me do, everything that I've done to stay away from her.

"I don't want to hurt you more than I already have." Propped up on my elbows, I run my hands over her damp hair. Kissing her forehead, cheeks, nose, and lips.

"It would hurt me more, if you stopped right now." She presses her palms flat against my back, pulling my chest against hers, digging her nails in slightly. "I'm begging and you know I don't beg for anything." She shakes her head against the pillow. "I don't beg and I'm begging for you. Please Damon. Be with me. Let me give myself to you."

"Fuck," I growl and I'm kissing her like she was kissing me earlier. Lips, tongue, teeth. After what she just said I need her just as much as she needs me. If not more.

"Bite down on my chest, hard. I want you to hurt me as much as I hurt you."

She nods her head and I say repeat the words, "Okay." It's breathy, airy and I know that I have to do this for her.

She takes the cliff of my chest, right at the breast bone and suckles it lightly. Caressing it first with her lips, then her tongue and now her teeth. Once I feel her bite down fully, I push inside her in one clean full push.

She doesn't continue to bite down. Instead she lets out a wail of a cry. Her mouths open wide, her back arching off the bed. Her cry goes silent but I can see the pain all over her face.

"Fuck! Babe, I'm sorry." I'm back on my elbows cooing her, caressing her cheek, her hair and her face. "I'm so sorry, Kitten. If I could take it back I would. I didn't need this. I don't need this. I just need you." I no longer know what I'm saying. All I know is that I want to take back the pain that I've just caused her. I start to pull out, when she stops me.

"Don't," she pleads. Tightening her hold on my hips, she pulls me in a litter further. "Please, don't."

"Babe, I can't. You're in pain. You're crying. I can't, we'll try again when I get back. The hard part is over. It will be better next time." Now it's me pleading with her.

"Please, finish. I need to know that I can please you." Her breath catches, almost like a child who's been crying. "Like you said, it will be better next time. Right now, I need to know that I was enough. That I am enough."

It hurts to look into the pools that have collected on the rims of her brown doe eyes. I can see the pain, feel the pain. Not just the pain from tonight, but from the entire time that we've been consumed with each other.

"Elena….Kitten, you please me every day without any of this."

I move a little to pull out, but with the grip she has on my hips and how tight her inside are clamped down around on me, all I can do is let out a moan. "Please," she moans alone with me. Doing her best to be brave and sexy, which she doesn't need help with because she's sexy as hell. She arches her back off the bed, pushing her head back into the pillow, while raising her breast to me. "Please," she moans again.

She's so fucking tight and I'm so fucking hard, I don't even think that I'd have to move to climax. Her body is covered in sweat, her hair damp and sticking to her face. She has still never looked hotter to me.

"I'm not going to be able to make you come, Elena. I'm too afraid to hurt you." I run my hand down her moist body. "But next time I promise." Her only answer a soft moan and a lift of her hips. Her eyes are closed tight and her lip is tucked tightly in-between her teeth. I can see she's still uncomfortable. "This is you Kitten. You have to control it." Slipping my hand under her hip, I lift just a little. "That's it." Fuck, if she only knew how fucking good it feels to be inside her tight little pussy, If only I could make her feel just as good right now. "Move your hips, this is you. Make me come."

Lowering my head to the nip of her neck, I come. It's not explosive. It's nothing like I'm use to but the release feels good.

"Thank you." Elena says, kissing the shell of my ear.

I pull out of her, rising to my elbows. I laugh, a little. "For what?"

"For being me first," she states. Her eyes are beaming. Her face is radiant, every ounce of pain gone. It might not have been the best sex in the world but she's happy with it.

"Your only," I tell her matter of factly. I kiss her quickly on the lips before rolling off her. Propped on the edge of the bed, I snap the condom off. "Shit!" I spat, louder and harsher than I expected to.

"What? What's wrong?"

I pick up my phone quickly and act like I have a text or a missed call. Before tossing the condom in the trash can.

"You have to go?" She asks.

I don't want to tell her yes. I wanted to stay and snuggle with her. That really all I wanted to do tonight. I could have done without all this other crap. But I'm instantly freaking out and I feel the need to run. "Yeah, club business." I can't even look back at her. "You should shower and change the sheets. Every thing's going to be sticky, messy and I'm sure there's blood on the sheets. Don't want your pops to see it."

I can feel her gaze on me. "Want to grab a shower with me before you head out?" I can hear it in her voice, she knows I'm going to say no before I even answer.

"Na, sorry gotta go. Don't want to keep my pops waiting." I grab my jeans from beside the bed and tug them on without even a backward glance at her. I don't know what I'm doing but I do know that I'm fucking everything up.

I'll fix it when I come back from the run. I'll make love to her the right way. I'll tell her pops. I'll claim her as my lady. I'll make everything right. Next time, because there will be a next time. Won't there?