It’s euphoric!
My toes curl as his teeth scrape against my virgin pussy. “You like that, don’t you?” he growls as he comes up for air then digs in again, poking his tongue against my opening before flicking it up and over my clit.
My entire body is on fire!
I lean my hips up into his face and grind against his beard, desperate for every bit of him. “I love it! You’re so good at that.”
He licks me harder and faster, with more pressure on my clit. I’m not sure I’m going to hold out much longer, but I know without a doubt I want him spreading me open. I need it. I need to feel the pain of his hard cock stretching me wide. I need to lose my virginity to this massive, older man. This man who knows how to touch me, how to talk to me, how to treat me.
“Fuck me,” I whimper as he flattens his tongue against my clit and leans up.
“Don’t talk like that.”
“Why?” I pant, looking down between my legs. “It’s what I want.”
He growls low and kisses the inside of my thigh as he drags his rough hand up over my stomach, onto my swollen breasts, and finally my throat. His lips hang over mine, the scent of my pleasure on his breath, sweet and salted. “If I fuck you, you’re mine, and we both know that can’t happen.”
I can feel his hard cock inside of his jeans as it presses against my leg, while his biceps flex at my sides.
I reach up and around his back, pulling his heavy weight closer to me. I want to feel him, all of him, every pound. “Who says I can’t be yours? We have today.”
His hot mouth presses into mine, and suddenly, every action we’d been taking turns to more. He growls as the kiss deepens, his big hands in my hair, on my throat, tracking my pulse.
“I need you for more than today. I want you for real, Ivy. I want a life with you. I can’t sink into you once, pretending that’s enough.It’s not.I know that. I’veknownthat.”
I’m not sure if his words are meant as a warning or a dare. Either way, I take the bait and kiss him harder. I kiss him harder and I unbuckle his jeans, tugging them to the ground with the tips of my toes as I pant and moan against the lobe of his ear.
His beard scratches soft against my face, his breath warm. “I don’t have a condom.”
For a moment, I think over the repercussions of my actions. What if I got pregnant? What if I got an STD? What if I got pregnantandan STD?
All of that is ridiculous. I trust Ryker. I know he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. Besides that, I know he’s been alone for the better part of the time we’ve known each other.
“I don’t care,” I pant as his cock springs free from his jeans and presses warm and heavy against the inside of my thigh.
“Christ. You’re killing me,” he growls low as he steps out of his jeans and lifts my leg against his shoulder, kissing my ankle gently as he stares down at my face. “What if it hurts? I’m not as gentle as I’d like to be.”
“Make it hurt, Ryker. I want you to spread me wide and fill me up.”
His breath shutters, and though the head of his penis rests against my entrance, I feel the turmoil he’s struggling with.
“Fucking hell.”
“Please, fuck me!” I beg again and again. “I need to feel you.”
“God damn it.” He thrusts inside of me hard and fast, spreading my tight, little cunt, a satisfied growl leaving his lips while his eyes roll back. “Damn,” he sighs against my leg, lifting my hips with the other to screw me harder, “you’re so fucking tight.”
My sopping pussy squeezes around his cock, the sound of our bodies slapping merging with the music we were playing at dinner, echoing through the house. This whole thing is the most surreal experience I’ve had in my life.
How am I here? How is this happening? How is a grown man this attractive, this big, this… well-endowed, touching me, fucking me, desperate for me?
He thrusts twice more before tucking my leg behind his back, taking off his shirt in the process. His hard chest glistens with salt and pepper hair, as he leans forward against my swollen breasts and kisses my lips.
Holy hell!
“Are you okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No,” I pant. It’s a little bit of a lie, but I don’t want him to stop. I love the way it hurts, the way it feels when he stretches me wide, the way his body molds against mine in sticky, hot pleasure. “I want more. I need you to fill me up.”
