My hands shake. Unsure of what I want to do next. I want to do everything to her all at once. She’s gorgeous. Dark, neatly trimmed curls cover her pubic bone. But even then, I see she’s dripping. Dripping for me. Her clit so swollen it glistens with her sweet juices. I breathe in deeply, trying to keep the beast she brings out at bay, but the scent of her sugary goodness only brings him closer to the surface.
“So fucking pretty,” I whisper roughly. My fingers trace her outer lips before skimming her love pearl. She drops back to the mattress, and I don’t miss the way her hands grip the sheets below her. The tip of my middle finger moves up and down her slit, pressing just slighting at her little hole. “You want me to finger you, baby?”
“Owen!” Her toes curl, and I kiss her knee, smiling. Loving the way she’s at my mercy below me. My hand moves to cup her mound. Like a good girl, she grinds down on it. I can feel her swollen clit on my palm. Her wetness coats my hand, and I know even though we just started, she’s close.
So, I stop.
I pull my hand away.
“Why?” she whines almost incoherently. “I was close,” she whispers as I pull my body over hers, draping it on her as I nudge her thighs open wider.
“I know, princess. You were about to come, and I want you to come on my hands and mouth, but I’m a greedy, selfish bastard.”
“No, you’re not—" she starts to defend me, and fuck, as impossible as it seems, I fall harder for her.
“Shh.” My lips touch hers, and her hands hold my face as I nudge her sweet pussy with the crown of my bare cock. “I need you. In you,” I confess.
“Take me,” she urges, but I hesitate. I reach between us and tap her clit with the head of my dick. She grunts. Frustrated and needy. I love this side of her. Completey uninhibited.
“Owe—" But before she can finish saying my name, I sink into her.
“Tess,” I groan, burying my face into the crook of her neck. She clings to me. The tips of her nails dig into my shoulders, and I hold stil.
“Shit! Baby, did I hurt you?” I rasp, trying not to move and cause any further pain. Sweat rolls down my neck.
“No.” I feel her head shake. “It’s just… it’s been a long time,” she admits with a whisper. I nod, not letting myself think of anyone else having her. I wasn’t a saint. I have no room to talk.
“I think I can take more,” she whispers, and my eyes shut as I rest my forehead at her neck and breathe her in deeply.
“I can feel you.” I pant as her pussy walls flex and relax around me. The soft flutters make my balls draw up almost painfully. “You like squeezing my dick, princess?”
“Yes!” she cries, and my nose flares. Hearing her admit it makes me feel like a fucking king. I’m the king of my side of the mountain, and she’s my queen. A queen I’m going to worship until I draw my last breath. I roll my hips slowly, and her head hits the pillow under her.
“Take me, Owen. Please, I need… stop teasing,” she whimpers incoherently, but I don’t stop. I put my weight on one arm as the other moves between us, and I add pressure on her little love pearl. “God, yes! she groans. Her voice drops. “Take me. Stop teasing… I need?—"
“Fuck!” Her dirty words are too much for my control. I don’t need her to say another word. I stop touching her clit and put my hands flat on either side of her face. Like a monster coming to the surface, it takes over my body. A beast she brought to life fucks her.
Hard.
Savagely.
Without remorse.
In and out, my thrusts pick up speed. No longer teasing.
Rough, long, deep strokes are easier with the juicy honey coating me. She’s dripping wet. I can feel her warm feminine sugar coating me. It’s dripping down to my balls. I pull away, just enough to look down to where our bodies are connected. I just started to love on her, and the sweet lower lips of her cunt are already bright and pink.
The sight is too much for me. Like a sick, sick man, I love the sight. My princess’ pussy lips spread obscenely wide to take my girth.
“Yes. Oh yes, Owen…” she mewls and snaps me back to the moment. I pull my cock out of her, and her eyes snap to mine. Our gazes lock. In that moment, there is no her or me. It’s just us. Intimacy on a whole other level. I snap. I power forward, thrusting every inch of my dick inside her, making sure she takes every bit of me. I listen to her cries and the way her body seems to pull me in.
“Yes! Owen. Babe…” Her voice cracks, and she lifts her body to match mine. We find a rhythm, one older than time. “Oh god!” she screams.
And I feel it.
Her orgasm takes me by surprise. She’s squeezing me so hard, it teeters on painful. But not enough for me not to make it as good for her. To milk her pleasure and make it last as long as possible.
I’m ruthless.
