I expect him to respond but he doesn’t. He only keeps his eyes on me, watching me carefully as though there’s a possibility I might disappear if he looks away. That, or I have something on my face. I’m hoping it’s the former rather than the latter.
It’s confirmed when I meet him on the first step of the porch and he lifts me up into his arms. “You know how long I’ve been waiting for you?”
“Sorry. I texted you about the meeting, right?”
“No.” He grins and carries me into the warmth of the house. The house with a baker’s kitchen layout with double ovens and extra counter space. The house with pine woodfloors and a sprawling living room set with a natural fireplace that’s currently lit and crackling over a record playing in the background.The house of my dreams.“I mean this… I’ve waited so long for this moment. This moment where you walk into this cabin and you belong to me.”
My breath catches and he strips off my jacket, letting it fall to the floor before lifting me up onto the stone counter.
My feet dangle as he removes my boots and tosses them back by the door. My heart pounds as he moves his big hand up my thigh and under my skirt. My breath quickens as he tugs at my panties, and I swear to God, I almost die when he pulls them off.
“Kitten,” he says, voice rough and hot against the lobe of my ear, “I wanted to be a good man. I wanted to wait until we’d smoothed things over with your dad, I wanted to take my time with you, and make sure this moment was perfect. I lit candles, I started the fire, I put on a record I know you like, and I’d thought about all the things I wanted to say to you.” He kisses the lobe of my ear, his rough beard scratching against my face as he talks. “But the second you stepped out of that jeep, I knew I couldn’t wait. I have to have you.”
“So then take me.” I don’t know how loud the words are as they come out of my mouth. Truthfully, I don’t know what I’m doing at all. My body is like Jello, and my heart is somehow going too fast and too slow all at once.
His teeth graze the lobe of my ear. “Are you sure you’re ready? I’m not always the softest.”
My pussy pulses against the cool stone beneath me. “I don’t want you to be soft.”
I gasp as his fingers find my crease and work their magic.
“You’re soaking wet for me, Kitten.” He circles my clit as he growls against my neck. “My beautiful girl is soaking wet for me.”
I rock back and forth against his touch, resting my forehead on his shoulder as I moan out.
“You want more?”
I hum the answer under my breath, and he slides his fingers inside of me. I have no idea how many but enough that I feel the spread, enough that I feel the precision and strength of his touch, enough that I’m arching back and begging for more.
After last night’s nearly almost, I’m not sure I’m going to make it much longer. Reaching down, I unbuckle his belt, pulling his jeans down with my feet like a talented, little circus performer, assuming pulling someone’s pants down with your feet is a trick worthy of the big top.I bet it is somewhere.
My pulse races, and the second his cock brushes the inside of my leg, I know I’m done for. He’s huge, massive, thick and long, and much more impressive than the dildo in my side drawer.
He pulls me to the edge of the counter, pulls off my sweater, and buries his face against my tits, suckling each nipple with equal pressure before scraping his teeth across them. “Tell me you belong to me, Kitten. Tell me you’re never leaving.”
“I’m never leaving.” I say the words without hesitation, with more confidence than I’ve ever felt about anything. “I’m not leaving.”
“Good girl,” he groans, tugging me to the edge of the counter before stroking his cock with the juices still on his hands from my soaking pussy. His gaze is on me as he growls and edges inside. “You tell me if it hurts.”
I nod, though I’d never say a word. I don’t care if it hurts. Hell, I want it to hurt. I want it to hurt so damn bad…and it does.
It hurts. It stings. It pinches. It burns. It does all the things you’d think a massive cock would do to a virgin pussy, until all the sudden, pain turns to pleasure. Pain turns to a pleasure sodeep in my soul that my entire body tingles and warms. Pain turns to a pleasure so pure that I can’t look away from him.
Our eyes stay locked on one another as he holds me close and thrusts inside of me, stretching me wider and wider with each push.
“You’re so damn tight,” he groans under his breath, sending heat against my shoulder as he bites down.
I never imagined biting would feel so good, but I want more. More of every ounce of this for eternity. More of his rough hands on my skin, and his thick cock inside of me. More of this cabin, this life, his heart.
“I’ve been saving myself for you, Duke,” I sigh. “I always knew it would be you.”
I didn’t say it to turn him on, but it seems to take him over the edge. His gaze turns feral and wild, his thrusting more erratic.
“Fuck. You’ve gotta come on this dick now, Kitten. I’m gonna fill you up.” He reaches between us and works my clit as he growls, hitting the right rhythm of depth and stimulation, sending me over the edge.
I’ve had orgasms before. Plenty of them alone in my bed. Plenty of them screaming out his name. But right now, with our bodies sweaty and sticking together, his low voice in my ear, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced. My eyes roll back, my scalp tingles, and my entire body convulses.
“Duke… oh my God… don’t stop!” I pant the words as I dig my nails into his shoulder.
