No, I wasn’t.I swallowed hard, then shook my head.
Using his hold on me, he jerked me against his chest.I stared at it as my breathing accelerated.Then I felt it pressing on my lower stomach.The massive penis that was fully hard and erect at the moment.
“What about now?”His voice was just above a whisper, but the threat in it was clear.
I closed my eyes and inhaled, and then on my exhale, I replied, “No.”
There was a rumble in his chest, followed by a hoarse, “Fuck.”
Tilting my head back, I lifted my gaze to his.He was watching me, his pupils so big that his eyes appeared black.The area between my legs throbbed.It clearly wasn’t aware of the size of his penis.
While I had never actually had one inside me, I had used a super plus tampon, and I knew how uncomfortable that could be.It didn’t even begin to compare to the weapon he was carrying.Not that he was going to, well, put it in me.This wasn’t that.I mean, he didn’t want to, did he?Sure, he was hard, but that could be from … dancing with Lula Mae.The thought put a slight damper on the things I was feeling.
Forge released one of my wrists and lifted his hand to touch the side of my face.His thumb brushed over my lips, and his eyes slowly drifted over the details, as if he was memorizing them.“Jesus, this mouth,” he muttered.
A small gasp escaped me right before he bent down until his lips were on mine.Stunned, I stiffened, but his other hand moved from my wrist to slide around to my bottom, grabbing it and pressing me closer.The tip of his tongue ran along my bottom lip, and I opened, feeling an urgency that lit up every nerve in my body.
He tasted of mint with the slightest lingering of beer.I heard a moan and realized it had come from me.My hands slid up his chest, and I fisted his shirt, holding on to him, for fear he’d take this away, stop whatever he’d started, and I wasn’t ready for that.I needed more.
A carnal fervor began to take over my thoughts, my actions, making me ravenous for something I’d never experienced.An abandonment for depraved sensuality.To feel things, I’d never known.Things I had denied myself while wanting a man that would never feel the same.Preserving my innocence for the day Calvin finally wanted me.
I didn’t feel that here with Forge.There was nothing but how I burned for his touch.Wanting to have more.Indulge in all the wickedness that I’d seen in his eyes.
He rocked his hips against me with a growl, and then he tore his mouth from mine.Panicked that this was over, I tightened my hold on his shirt.I might die if this ended now.Explode in flames.
Before I had a chance to plead—and I was about to—my shirt was being pulled up and over my head.The cool air touched my heated skin, and I shivered.Forge’s focus was on my chest as he began to skillfully unhook my bra, then rip it off my body.
“Fuuuck, I’ve beaten off to these tits so much that my dick is raw,” he said as he covered them both with his hands.“I’m going to suck these pretty nipples until you come,” he said, then grabbed my waist and backed me up until the edge of the bed stopped me.“Stay right there,” he ordered, his eyes locked on my breasts.
I didn’t move.I watched him as he stripped off his shirt, giving me the view I’d used in my imagination last night with my hand between my legs.
“Can I … touch you?”I asked the words without thinking them through.The craving was controlling me now.
“Where do you want to touch, baby?”he asked.
I stepped forward and laid my palm on his right pec.It was hard and flexed beneath my touch.A startled giggle escaped me.Slowly, I ran my fingers down until they were brushing against the first row of his six-pack abs.
“Keep going,” he urged.“I just want to see your fingers on it.”
By it, he meant his penis.It was still inside his jeans, but very visible as it pressed against the fabric.
The thrill of what I was doing and who I was doing it with had me ready to do anything he asked.I wanted to please him.I wanted him to want me.I’d never had a man I wanted like this touch me intimately.The things I had done with past boyfriends was always something I endured to make them happy since I refused to have sex with them.Never had I enjoyed the moment.Reveled in the depravity.
Easing my hand down, I went past the V-cut just above the waistline of his jeans, slipping over the rough fabric until my fingertips felt the tip.Even with the barrier, the head of his penis was huge.I squeezed my thighs together since my clueless vagina had no idea the pain this would cause and was currently aching with desire.
His breathing grew deeper as my hand molded against the thick, long ridge.I squeezed slightly, and his sharp intake of breath made me want to do more to please him.I lifted my eyes from what I was doing to his face.His nostrils were flared, and his jaw was clenched tightly.It was his gaze that sent a tremble through me though.A wicked storm in his eyes brewing with a threat that I didn’t fear but waited willingly for a taste.
“Take it out,” he said thickly.
Again, there was no hesitation.My fingers went to the button on his jeans and quickly began to undo them, lowering the zipper slowly.He shoved them down past his thighs, but a pair of black boxer briefs stayed in place.I stared at the bulge, then back up at him.
He gave me a taunting smile, as if he thought I might not do it.Reaching for the top of the fabric, I pulled them down, and although I had seen it already, I had looked away quickly.This time, it was right there.In front of my face.And my memory had not been an exaggeration.The thick head was red and swollen while veins stood out along the rest of it.But that wasn’t what I was focused on.The barbells I’d glimpsed before had my complete attention now.
A dampness formed in my panties, and again, my inexperienced vagina had no idea what this would mean for her.And honestly, I wasn’t sure I cared anymore either.I wrapped my fingers around it, and my thumb brushed over the end of one of the silver balls from his piercings.
He hissed, and my gaze shot up to his face.
“I’m sorry.Does that hurt?”I asked, horrified.
