“Killian, how old are you?” I ask timidly. His lips twitch, and he grins down.
“Thirty-six. Why?” he winks. “Too old for you, my little young thing?”
I shake my head adamantly as a desperate ache forms in my belly and moves down. “No, not at all.”
He rises up, tosses his suit jacket aside and unbuttons his shirt, revealing more muscles than I had anticipated.
His chest is carved out of marble, like a master sculptor’s vision of the ideal male body. His six-pack looks impossible, tapering down into his dark pants, and pulsing veins run up his thick forearms to his swollen biceps.
“Yeah, you like it, don’t you?” he asks, unbuckling his belt. “A man twice your age being obsessed with you. Bringing him to his knees with your sexy eighteen-year-old body?”
The ache in me grows. He’s right. He’ssoright.
“Y-yes…”
He growls down at me, and that’s when it happens.
He tugs his belt off and unzips his pants, and his cock springs out like a flagpole, long and hard, veiny and swollen, with some kind of liquid dripping from its tip.
My brain can’t even process what’s happening.
A penis. The first one I’ve ever seen. And it’s hard…because of me.
“That’s right, five-oh-seven-five,” he grunts, leaning down against me, using my prison name. “Thatis what you do to me. What I’ve been living with since I first set eyes on you.”
I gasp as he snatches me by the hair and pulls my face to his, bending my head back, arching my body as he slants up over me.His eyes are hungry, almost desperate as he drags his tongue up my neck, up my chin and to my lips.
“You may be innocent,” he says. “But you are abad girl, and after I take you, you won’t be innocent anymore.”
The rake of his tongue has my body aching with urgency. The throbbing need between my legs is growing, and I already feel the familiar slick dripping down, wetting the sheets beneath me.
“Don’t worry, angel, I’ll make sure to be gentle,” he says, pressing his smooth, swollen tip against my wetness. “You’re in good hands.”
Oh my, this is really happening!
He presses forward, and I feel myself open for him. At first, there’s discomfort. Soft flesh dividing for his enormity. But for some reason, it reminds me of the way he held me down in the shower and forced me through the discomfort, driving me to a second climax that I never thought possible.
The pain that follows isn’t pain…it’s a stimulant. He’s so hard for me. He wants me. And as he groans, my desperation takes over.
“Is it good?” I ask him. “Sir…?”
“You called mesir,” he growls, dropping his weight down upon me. “Just like I told you…”
“Those are the rules, right?”
He pumps, spreading me wider, moving deeper in. The sting flares, but what follows is mind-blowing.
“Goddamn, that’s a virgin pussy,” he snarls, his hot body tensing against me.
“It’s good?”
I want to please him so badly. It’s the only thought in my mind.
“You have no idea,” he whispers, starting to thrust faster. “You’re perfect, angel. You know that? Doesn’t it hurt? Your first time?”
Draping my arms around his shoulders as I open my legs, casting myself into the pain that carries pleasure with it, I whimper into his ear. “It hurtsso good, sir.”
A growl erupts from his throat that shakes the walls of the room. I breathe deeply, drowning myself in his scent as hot beads of sweat fall from his chest and onto my face.
