I keep my eyes on hers as I reach out and begin undoing her pants. Nerves are riding her hard, she can try to look like she’s fearless but I see right through it. She’s fucking terrified and I love it. Her fear is getting me off and has my cock hard and readyto plow inside her tight little cunt. I want her blood on my sheets, I want the fucking world to know that the Kellar princess was broken in by me.
I crouch down and peel her panties and jeans down her legs in one go. She steps out of them and just stands there looking at me like a lamb ready for the slaughter. I’d rather just sink my cock into her and get this over with, but I know in order to have her eating out of the palm of my hand and have her bending to my will, I need to make this good for her. I’ve never done soft and slow. I’ve always done hard, deep and ruthless. I like to fuck. Not that slow sloppy shit. I want my cock sucked before I push inside a tight cunt, then destroy it before I bust a nut inside my condom.
“On the bed, Tink.” My tone is harsh and demanding, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m going against every grain in my body right now. I've hated what the Kellars stood for all my life, but a year ago my hate skyrocketed and consumed me. Now I’ve let the enemy into my bed and I’ll have to live with that, but the triumph I will receive from fucking this bitch is worth it. She is my greatest weapon to use and she doesn’t even know it.
She slides onto the bed and lays down in the middle. I roam my gaze over her body and to my disgust, the sight of her naked and ready for me has my cock leaping to attention and begging to be inside her pussy. If she was anyone else I would be balls deep inside her and enjoying every inch of her body, but not her. She’s a Kellar and no matter how much my cock wants her I can never forget that.
I reach back and pull my hoodie and shirt off in one go. Her eyes grow hooded at the sight of my naked, inked flesh. I leave my jeans on as I crawl onto the bed and push her legs apart. Before I can stop it a groan slips free at the sight of her bare pussy. Fuck, I was hoping her cunt would be hideous and I’d spend the whole time eating trying not to spew. The bitchhas one of the prettiest cunts I’ve ever seen and my mouth is watering for a taste. I flick my gaze up to meet hers and see the terror in those blue eyes. Any other time I would love the sight but not right now. I need her to relax and enjoy this.
“Bend your knees and open your legs.” A blush coats her cheeks and she bites down on her corner of her lip. “Tink, I’m about to feast on this pussy so you can either do as you're told or I’m gonna force you to do it, but either way, my face is about to be buried in there.” Her eyes blaze with desire. She finally does as she’s told. Fuck, she’s wet and ready.
I lean down and lick a trail from her knee to her inner thigh, making her squirm and tremble. I’ve done this shit before with a chick. It’s always been about the end game. I mean, yeah, I made them come most of the time but it never mattered to me if they didn’t. As long as I got what I wanted, I was good.
I can smell her pussy and fuck it’s a heady scent. I part her lips with my fingers, making her gasp and giving myself a clear view of her clit. I dart my tongue out and circle her clit.
“Xaden!” she cries out and tenses, the sound of my name from her mouth in that breathy tone has my ego preening. I lap at her clit, loving the sounds she makes. Most girls try to sound like a porn star because they think that’s what you want to hear but not Toren, even though she is nervous and terrified she’s… not acting. She’s really living in this moment.
I feel her shift so she can rest up on her elbows and watch me. To drive her crazier, I flick my eyes up to meet hers as I push my tongue inside her tight little cunt. Her head rolls back as she moans. I replace my tongue with a finger and slowly ease it inside her—fuck, she’s so tight. If I had any doubts she was a virgin before, I don’t now. She’s about to strangle the fuck out of my cock and I’m fucking here for it. I want to feel her pussy clamping down on my dick as I snap that hymen and mark my place inside her.
“Oh God,” she pants as I glide my finger in and out of her while lapping at her clit. She’s so responsive to my touch. That fact shouldn’t bring me joy but it does. I add a second finger, stretching her out to get ready for me. She screams in equal parts pleasure and pain. I don’t slow my pace, I keep pushing her, wanting her to scream my fucking name. “Xaden?” I look up at her to see her face is flushed, her eyes are dazed but I see uncertainty in them. Has she never come?
“Let go, Tink,” I grit out against her pussy. She keeps her eyes on mine as I keep fingering her, while sucking and lapping at her clit.
CHAPTER THIRTY
TOREN
The feeling of his fingers inside me and his tongue licking me is orgasmic, it’s everything I thought it would be. Granted, I expected my first time to be with someone else but dammit, I’m not mad at the fact it’s Xaden.
“Let go, Tink.” His words seem to be the match to the inferno building inside me. Out of nowhere a tsunami of ecstasy rolls through my body. I scream his name loud enough for Cas and Harper to hear, but I don’t care, all I can focus on is the waves of pleasure rolling through me. My body trembles and rides the waves as he pushes me over the edge. I've made myself come before but it was nothing like this. It didn’t even feel close to how I feel right now. My arms give out and I flop back onto the bed panting.
Xaden eases his fingers out of me and I suddenly feel empty. I lift my head and look down at him as he climbs off the bed. I begin to panic that he’s about to leave, but when he begins to undo his jeans, my breath hitches and I begin to feel hot all over as he slowly pushes them down. The moment his cock springs free, my eyes widen to the size of saucers. I’ve never seen a dick up close before but Xaden’s is fucking beautiful. It’s hard and slaps proudly against his stomach. He’s huge!
I don’t want to be that girl, but the question is on the tip of my tongue and I force myself not to blurt it out. I would sound like a fucking idiot if I asked him if he would fit inside me. Rationally I know he will but it doesn’t take away the fact I know it’s going to hurt like hell. Xaden slides back onto the bed and nestles himself between my legs. He licks a trail from the top of my pussy all the way up to my neck.
I feel my pussy clenching down on nothing. My stomach coils with need when he places his hands on either side of my head and looks down at me with something other than hatred for once. Hunger. Knowing that a man like Xaden Devlin wants me has me feeling proud and confident. I reach up and cup his cheek. He tenses but doesn’t bat my hand away or snap at me. I slowly lift my head wanting to taste him and Xaden meets me halfway, sealing his lips to mine, robbing me of air. All I can taste is him and my own cum. His tongue invades my mouth like he owns it.
I feel the head of his cock prod against my entrance and unintentionally tense. He breaks the kiss and peers down at me.
“Relax, just feel and try not to fight it.” The soft tone of his voice shocks me, he’s never spoken tenderly to me before. I keep my eyes locked on his as I try to do as he says. I drink in the sight of him and ignore the pinch of pain when he slowly eases inside me. His features pull taut, mirroring my own. I gasp when he pushes in further, my nails dig into his back, making him hiss but I don’t release him from my hold.
This is the most intimate moment of my life and it’s not just because Xaden is about to take my virginity, it’s the way he’s looking at me like he can see through the layers and right into my soul.
“Fuck!” I pant out when he pushes in further. I try to breathe through the pain but it hurts so bad. Tears prick the backs of my eyes, forcing me to slam them closed to fight them back.
“Eyes on me.” The clipped command has me snapping them open like he demands. He looks pained, I know this must be hard for him as well but?—
“Xaden!” I scream when he slams inside me, tearing my hymen in half. This time his name isn’t screamed in pleasure, it’s pain. Tears roll down my cheeks and a sob escapes me. I feel his hands cup my cheeks. He swipes my tears away with his thumbs, then he kisses me. I want to refuse him entry but the moment his tongue swipes mine, I lose the battle. Xaden Devlin has a hold over me and I have no idea how to sever it. A part of me isn’t sure I want to.
When he draws back, I whimper in pain but this time when he thrusts into me he’s slow and measured. When he does it for the second time, the pain begins to lessen and I moan into his mouth. He swallows it and grunts when he thrusts inside me again, but this time it’s with force. I gasp and drag my nails down his back, relishing in the hiss that comes from him. He breaks the kiss but doesn’t pull back.
We stare into each other's eyes for a second until he slams into me with enough force it robs me of air, causing me to arch my back off the bed. Xaden chuckles.
“Would you look at that. You like it hard, don’t you, Tink?” he growls as he draws back and thrusts into me again, but this time harder making me cry out. He sits back and lifts my legs, then pushes them forward. I gasp at how deep he feels, then moan. Xaden draws back and slams into me again but this time a scream of pure pleasure comes from me, he’s hitting a spot inside of me that’s making me pant and claw at his chest. He keeps fucking me like this, I’m trembling and shaking. I feel like a wild animal ready to combust.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry out when he hits that spot again. I feel an orgasm rising and I’m fucking terrified of it. I try to ignore thefeeling but Xaden won’t ease his pace, it’s as if he knows what he’s doing to me and won’t stop until I give him what he wants.
“Come for me, Tink,” he grits out as he thrusts inside me. His command goes straight to my pussy. It’s like he has a direct line to it because the bitch listens. On the next thrust, I’m bowing off the bed and gripping the sheets in my clutches as I scream out my release. Xaden’s thrusts are strong, steady and controlled, dragging out my orgasm. Tremors rock through me but it doesn’t stop him. I look up at him and love the sight of the scratches on his chest. A sick part of me loves the sight of my brand on him.
