Can I really fit that thing inside it? And will he quit grinning, busting me gawking like a schoolgirl? A very dirty schoolgirl.
“Damn, Alena,” he mutters, naked, fisting his length. “You make me like this. All slutty and hot one minute, shy and beautiful the next.”
“Shy,” I whisper, covering my pussy. “I’m feeling shy right now, not slutty.”
Grinning, he strokes off, staring at me. “My DirtTGirl or my Babygirl, it doesn’t matter; you’re always fucking beautiful to me. Move your hand and show me the pussy that’s mine.”
With trembling hands, I obey.
I let him stare at what’s his because Loch understands me. Sometimes Iama dirty girl, shocking myself with desire for him. Other times, the edges of my insecurities are sharp. They hurt, and I’m vulnerable, like a girl, needing protection.
Women can be both and more. In our hearts, we’re multiple selves needing a person to love them all. And with the way Loch’s looking at me? He does.
We just don’t say it… yet.
“Scoot to the top of the bed,” he instructs, his voice gruff. “I need to fuck you and make you come four times.”
I crawl backward. “Is that really possible?”
He smirks. “You’re brave to doubt me.”
Before I have a chance to rest my head on his pillow, he grabs it, manhandling my hips, wedging it underneath them.
“This will open you for me.” He’s right; my thighs fall open, my pussy presented to his gaze as he kneels between my legs.
Still stroking off.
But faster.
“Fuck, Alena. You’re so beautiful.” He stares at my entrance like a starving animal. “But I need to make you wetter.”
“Um, you made me squirt.” I gape. “I can feel it dripping down my ass crack. Can I get any wetter? Then again, you seem to know more about my pussy than I do.”
He tries to smile, but his breath is changing. Heavy. Focused. Feral. Confessing. “I’m going to lose my fucking mind once I’m inside you, and if you’re not wet enough, my cock will rip you open.”
Oh my god. Why does that sound delicious, not damaging?
“So, what do we do?” I lift my hips. “Because I really want you to fuck me. Hard.”
Knowing that the perfect man I met last week is the perfect penis I’ve been craving for years fills me with the same craze flooding his eyes. A riot of trust, yearning, and pent-up need.
The beauty is that it’s Fate too.
We’re desperate for each other.
“Any other day,” he grits out. “Everyfuckingday, Alena, I’m going to tie you to this bed and play with your pussy for hours, but not our first time. I’ve waited too long for you.”
Long? He means three years for @DirtTGirl?
Gliding his swollen tip between my lips, he teases it over my tender clit before smacking it with a heavy thud of his cock. “Oh god,” I cry out, an orgasm rushing to my edges, ready to snap. “Don’t stop,” I beg.
“Such a.”Smack. “Dirty.”Smack, smack.“Fucking girl for me.”Smack. Smack. Smack.He doesn’t stop smacking my clit with his cock until I buck with another orgasm.
“Loch, please,” I beg, letting it shatter through me, lust seeping through the cracks in my shyness.I want him so much.“Please, fuck me.”
“Oh, I will,” he growls, leaning forward. “You’re so fucking perfect for me, the perfect size. We match, Babygirl. Feel it.” Bracing himself on his knees and one hand, it flexes the muscles across his chest as he fondles my breast, lifting my nipple to his mouth, while I feel him press his blunt tip into my aching entrance. I moan at his penetration, making him grunt, “Fuck, Alena, you’re so wet for me now.”
He latches onto my nipple, sucking and licking. I don’t know what magic he’s doing to me, but it’s perfect. He’s barely inside me, teasing my cunt. With slight pumps of his cock, he’s stroking my most sensitive, electric entrance with just his wide tip. He’s stretching me, while he sucks my tits like a moaning madman out of his mind with lust.
