Rochelle
My heart hammers as we make our way inside Hunter’s childhood home and he locks the door behind us. I’ve never been more sure of what I am about to do in my whole life. Excited, I spin around on my heels. The house is dark, except for the light coming in from the street lamps. Hunter stands in the shadows, licking his lips, like a predator ready to pounce and finally take what he wants.
My breathing quickens. My panties dampen. I go to speak, but he shakes his head, and so I remain quiet. He stalks towards me. Loosening the belt of his pants, he pulls it quickly from its loops before throwing it across the room. His shirt is next. He raises it above his head and discards it with no care as to where it falls.
Kicking off his shoes, he starts to undo the zipper of his jeans and my eyes wander down his chiseled chest to the V of his hips that I have run my tongue across many times. He pulls a condom from his pocket just before he lowers his pants and his hard length strains the fabric of his black briefs. I suck in a breath wondering how in the hell he is going to fit inside my body as I admire the size of him.
My hands inch toward my lower stomach. A tingling sensation builds in my core. He must know what I’m thinking because he begins to laugh. My eyes dart up to meet his as he takes a final step toward me.
“There is pleasure in pain, Angel. It will only hurt for a moment.”
His hands grab the hem of my dress and I let him lift it above my head. Discarding it to the side, he wastes no time and reaches around my back, unclasping my bra and letting my breasts fall free. I suck in a breath as the cold air that dances across my skin, makes my nipples peek before he takes one in his mouth and sucks down hard. My head falls back and a moan escapes my lips.
“Hunter,” I breathe out, begging him for more. My hands grip his hair as his fingers dip into the fabric of my panties as he pushes them down my trembling legs. I kick off my sandals and let the lace fabric pool around my ankles. Suddenly, he grabs my ass and forces a step closer. Insecurity bubbles up inside me. The known fact that I am a virgin and he has done this before gives me second thoughts. Nervously, I look out across the room as he continues to plant kisses on my stomach while he lowers to his knees in front of me. “I hope that you’re not disappointed…” his movements stop. Panicked, I look down at him kneeling in front of me.
“Rochelle,” he whispers, “The gift you are giving me could never be a disappointment. I wish I had it to give to you in return. But know this. I have never felt the way I feel about you for any woman I have been with before. The way I feel about you is new to me. A first of my own, Angel. And God, I can’t wait to give myself to you, and only you, from this moment on. I swear it.”
He glances down at my sex, and delicately traces a finger through my wetness. My inner walls tighten, my lower stomach flutters as the sensation of his fingers rolling through my folds suddenly begins to make me feel weak in the knees. He blows on my sex and it throbs with desire, want, need.
His face lowers and he licks up my slit. “I want to make you feel the way you make me feel.”
I suck in a desperate breath as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
“How do I make you feel, Hunter?” I whisper, as I fist his hair in my hands and feel my knees start to buckle.
He backs away but keeps his eyes on my sex. Rolling two fingers through my wetness, he pushes them deep inside and I let out a sharp gasp.
“Like I’ve found the promised land, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone take it away from me.”
With urgency, he grabs my right thigh and hoists it over his shoulder. I reach out and prop one hand on a nearby wall as his mouth quickly captures my heat. His fingers dig deep as he strokes hard, fast. Curving them beautifully, he quickly drives me towards an addictive, delirious insanity.
A growl escapes his lips as my sex tightens, clamping down on his fingers the quicker my orgasm approaches. I try and hold back, wanting him to make love to me instead like he promised.
“Hunter, please,” I beg. “I want you to… Oh my God!”
I let out a scream as he bites down lightly on my clit and sticks another finger inside me, stretching me to my max.
“I can’t… I want… I need,” my ramblings come out a mess as he fingers me and sucks, licks, and nips at my heat. “No, no, please no.” I moan as I grab at his hair in an attempt to pull him away and up my body so he can make love to me like he promised. My walls tighten, my eyes close, and my legs give out moments before my orgasm hits.
Hunter removes his fingers and grabs my other thigh, forcing it over his other shoulder and pushing my back up against the wall. He holds me, suspended above him as he feasts on my sex and sends me crashing over the edge. My screams rattle off the walls of the empty house as my world explodes and Hunter doesn’t stop. He sucks harder, faster, and right when I think my orgasm will relent, another one begins, making me desperately pull at him trying to break free. His strong hands hold me in place with a death grip as he makes me ride his face while he deliciously milks my body of every last drop.
When my orgasm subsides, he slowly licks up my slit and pulls back, lowering me to the floor, making me straddle his lap. His hard length pushes against my pulsing sex. Greedily, I rub against it, feeling his shaft run in between my slit before his tip hits my swollen clit.
“That wasn’t the plan,” I whimper, as he rises with me in his arms. My legs instinctively wrap around his middle. The tip of his pulsing length rests at my soaked entrance.
“Oh, it was part of the plan, Angel,” he growls as he kisses my lips. I can smell myself on his face and it makes me grow wetter as he stalks with me in his arms down a hallway. Entering a room, he kicks the door shut and takes a few steps before laying me down on the bed. I push back against the sheets until I reach the middle and hungrily stare up at him.
His hands lower his briefs to the floor, and I watch as his beautiful length springs forth. Rock hard, my mouth waters as I admire his shaft and take in his perfectly shaped crown. He strokes it in front of me, before tearing open the condom and rolling it on his length.
“You’re fucking dripping,” he says. His eyes lower to my glistening sex, still effortlessly slick and ready for him after he just made me cum twice. He licks his lips before looking back in my eyes. “Touch yourself. Tell me if you’re ready for me, Angel.”
I smile, knowing now what he did for me. I trail my fingers to my heat and feel just how wet he made me. Even my thighs feel slick with my cum. I moan as my fingers slip inside my walls and my warm center begs to be filled with his cock. Soon, the bed dips as Hunter climbs up and flanks my body with his own. The tip of his length rests at my opening and he pushes in slightly causing me to hold my breath.
“Look at me, Angel,” He insists as my eyes shut. Scared, I force them back open and glance his way. His fingertips interlace with mine, before he raises them above my head and holds them there. Keeping me held hostage with one hand, his other lowers to my chin and holds it in place. “I’ve been waiting for you my whole life. I’m the luckiest man in the world for the gift you’re giving me and the way I will always never be worthy of it. Hold on, Angel. The pain will only last a moment.”
He thrusts forward and I scream out in pain. “Oh my God, Hunter!” I squirm to break free, but he pins my hands above my head.
“Relax, Angel. Breathe.” I try to do what he says but my insides are burning. “I need you to relax. Trust me.” I take a deep breath, and then another, but nothing stops the pain. “Angel, I am only halfway, I need you to open up for me. Please, it will all be over soon.”
