One kiss. One hasty, impulsive, fiery kiss, and I have thrown away months of resistance.
The force with which my body needs her, with whichIneed her, is too compelling to deny. Toxically, if I’m being honest, her being a virgin gives the sick, depraved beast inside me the most perverse thrill. I am the only one who has touched her. I am the only one who has given her pleasure.
I am the one.
No one else.
And there will be no one else as long as I have blood in my veins.
I can’t stand it…that thought. It sends something sharp clawing through my chest. Another man cannot touch what is mine. A man like Samil. No. I may like it rough, and I might want to do unholy things to her body, but I am not him. Where there is pain there is also pleasure. There is also worship.
Even if having to control myself with her is nothing short of torturous.
Her hand around my cock, her eyes, those sweet, innocent, beguiling blue eyes, on mine. I don’t deserve her. This perfect creature.
But it’s past time for second-guessing this.
I stare down at my gorgeous girl, on her knees for me, and know what a lucky bastard I am. I might have gotten a bit rough, but she took it and she’s still here, wanting more. It’s been ages since a woman has whimpered at my touch. Now that she has, I’m obsessed with the notion of making her do it over and over for me.
“By fun and adventurous, you mean something like this?” Her touch zings through me, reverberating along my spine and drawing my balls up as she squeezes my cock and continues to jerk me. A coy smile curls her lips, and she leans in and licks my crown, swirling her tongue around it, slipping into the slit.
My breath hitches and a victorious smile plays on her lips just before she takes me in deep. As far as she can go, making herself gag. That sound. Her gagging on my cock. The swallow that follows.
Fuuuck. I groan low and deep as she works me. The heat of her wet mouth and the suction of her cheeks and the swirl of her tongue and even the barest hint of her teeth make my vision go blurry. Her mouth on me is nothing short of heaven.It’s been forever since I’ve felt this sort of wet heat on me and even then, it never felt like this.
“I don’t know. Is that the best you can do?” I tease on a shaky rasp and love how her eyes narrow up at me. And like a good girl who loves a challenge, she cups my balls and starts fondling them. My hands meet her shoulder, and my head falls back, my eyes closing only to reopen, and I drop my chin, unwilling to miss a moment of her like this.
She bobs her head a few times, trying to take me deeper, and when she loses her breath, she pulls back and starts pumping me again. It’s the worst, most exquisite form of torture. Especially when she takes my wet cock and slides it between her tits. Tits I haven’t even begun to taste or explore or ruin myself on.
“What about this? Does this count as fun?”
“Rub me against your nipple.”
She tilts her head, her hair falling over her shoulder, the glow of the fire playing all over her pale bare skin. “I thought you said I was in control.”
“Is that truly what you want?”
She hesitates. Because yes, part of her does. Part of her likes control a lot. She’s had none for so long, and the concept of me stripping that from her scares her. But a bigger part of her loves what my being in control does to her. It’s our game. The dynamic we’ve built. I set the rules and she fights back. Never one to be submissive, she still wants me to be dominant with her.
When she doesn’t answer, I say, “If you let go just a little with me, just with this, I will fill your body with pleasure and your mind with peace.”
Her lips form a perfect O. “But what of the things I want? The fantasies I have. Or if I don’t like something?”
My fingers trail along her face, memorizing it. “If you don’t like something, you tell me. I will stop immediately and neverdo it again. As for your fantasies, I want nothing more than to give them all to you. And I will. But you also have to trust me.”
She rubs my aching dick along her nipple as I asked, first one and then the other before bringing it back between her breasts. I stare down, watching as I disappear between the heavy weight of her tits. She drops her chin, her tongue licking my head as it reappears and the precum leaking from it. Jesus fuck, there has never been a sexier sight than this.
“Will you do something for me?” she asks, gazing up at me.
Is she kidding? “Anything.”
“I want what you said. The thought of you like that with me turns me on. It’s why I said I don’t want you to be gentle. I don’t. I want you and that means taking everything you have to give without holding yourself back or hiding who you are. So that goes for me, too, right…and…will you…um…” She nervously licks her lips. “Will you come on me?”
I groan and die, my head falling back and my eyes closing in something that resembles total and complete defeat.
“Is that a good or bad reaction?”
I smile, though she can’t see it. “Good.”
