Her body tenses.
I run my tongue over her slit faster, pressing her pussy on my mouth as much as physically possible. When she comes, she screams, her body convulsing on my face, and I lift her up, watching her pussy until I see pretty liquid collect at the entrance. I wait a second for more of it and let it drip on my lips.
I lick it, watching out for more. Unfortunately, dripping pussy is almost a myth, so I lick off the rest of the liquid straight from the source.
Above me, Nessa’s body starts feeling heavy. She wants to collapse in bliss, so she’s ready now. I move her to sit on my lap. Heaving breaths, she looks up, blue eyes glazed and sparkling. I love this look on her. Can’t wait to see what she’ll look like after I fuck her. I secure her and stand. She yelps and holds on to me, cupping my face as I stride to the bedroom.
She wants to kiss me. I think she wants the connection, and I haven’t given her one. But I promised I would make love to her, not fuck her, so when she leans in, searching my eyes for signs of refusal, I tell her, “You can kiss me now.”
She tilts her head before she closes her eyes and attacks my mouth. We’re making out. She’s eager, fast, passionate, grabbing my hair, fisting it, even…and I stop somewhere before my bedroom because I can’t see where the fuck I’m going. I side-eye my position and catch a glimpse of my kitchen on the left, desk space on the right, so I’m somewhere in front of my bedroom door.
I kick out and hit the door, then barge inside as fast as possible before the door bounces back and takes us down. Inside the bedroom, I manage a few more steps forward and put Nessa down on the bed. She doesn’t let up. She’s pulling on my shoulders, scraping my skin with her nails, yanking my belt.
I grip her wrists and pin her arms above her. She’s heaving breasts, hips lifting to meet my cock. I cannot believe I’m sayingthis, but I say it anyway, “Patience, baby. The cock is coming. I promised, didn’t I?”
Nessa stops and pouts.
I take her bottom lip between my teeth and worry it a little the way she does when she’s nervous or thinking, while holding her arms above her head, then releasing them when I think she’s calmed. It’ll do her no good to egg me on.
I’m already hanging on by a thread, a second away from ripping open my zipper and thrusting inside her. But there’s a hymen to be breached and this pussy needs to bleed slowly, not by force though there’s plenty of time (again, I cannot believe I’m saying this about time) to take her more forcefully tomorrow, or even later this evening if she’s not sore. Or maybe even if she is sore.
I unsnap my belt and stand at the foot of the bed, then remove the rest of my clothes. I stroke my cock so she can watch me the way I watched her. Groaning, I grab my balls and give them a squeeze, wondering how in the Lord’s name I’m gonna last for as long as I plan to last. But I damn well better. “I’m clean,” I tell her.
“I believe you.”
This is good. We’ve established an early form of trust.
I crawl over her body and nestle between her thighs. I lift one leg by holding it beneath the knee and throw it over my hip. Her dress and heels stayed on. I like them on.
The heels jab my ass. I groan again and lower my head so she can kiss me, and I can properly kiss her. She tastes of champagne and mint, and we moan into each other’s mouth, our naked bodies finally connected. There’s something so arousing and beautiful about connecting with her in this way, skin to skin, man to a woman.
I trail my palm over her hip and between her legs, circle her hole with a finger. “I’m going to poke that little hymen now.” Itell her between kisses. “It’s going to hurt, and I will like hurting you in such a way. I will not ask if you’re okay or any of that cuddly nonsense. I’m going to break the hymen and fuck your pussy well. What do you say?”
“Okay.”
“Okay it is.”
I grab my cock and position it, lingering outside her fuckhole, noting that Nessa’s frozen. She bites her bottom lip, and I’m suppressing a loud groan and restraining myself from plundering. The wet, warm, tight pussy awaits. The tip rubs her entrance. “Marry me,” I tell her and move no farther.
Nessa drops the bottom lip she’s holding between her teeth. She swallows, and I see panic rise in the way she start breathing and the blush that’s spreading over her face. She’s gonna leave me hanging. I kiss her again and tap my cock against her entrance.
“Okay.”
I tilt my head. Maybe I heard wrong.
She says it, “I’ll marry you, Blake.”
“You will?” rushes out of my mouth. Wow, my timing is shit. What the fuck is wrong with me? Fuck the pussy. Claim the hymen. Ask questions later, Blake you idiot. But hey, she said yes. Under duress, no doubt, because her pussy is hungry for my cock.
I feel zero guilt about coercion. Zero. I denied her my cock so I could get her worked up and needy, and then I asked her to marry me. I am a shameless asshole, but I’m a really happy asshole right now.
Nessa nods, exhales. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
I kiss her again. “I do.” I push in, and she winces. Broke the hymen! Hurrah, motherfuckers (been cursing all night). I’m inside her pussy and her heart, and we are signing papers tyingthis pretty lady to me forever and ever. Amen. The pope is proud of me. We’re doing it in the Christian order. Almost.
Kissing her more, I probe onward inside her, pulling in and out slowly, moving my body above hers so that every time I enter, I get in there deeper until my cock is all inside her, basking in the warmth and juices and blood. Just picturing my cock making her bleed makes me want to go Viking plundering on her pussy.
I start moving faster.
