Fucking hell. Hearing her talk like that drives me straight to the edge. I have to grind my teeth to get my shit together. I can’t go plunging in bare, no matter how bad I want to fill her up with my cum and watch it drip out of her.
“I-I’m on the pill,” she whispers, and the world stops.
I pull away a fraction, not sure whether to believe her.
She sees the expression on my face and adds, “I’m really on the pill. I have been since I was sixteen. Not for birth control, but because my periods were so heavy. I’d show you the packet if you don’t believe me, but it’s on my nightstand.”
She pushes her lips into a pout, so adorably pissed off that I have to laugh. It is a deep laugh. I’ve never found a woman adorable before. Never found one this deeply sexy either, like she lives and breathes it, exudes it just by existing.
Never wanted someone like I want her.
Never needed anything as badly as I need to be with her.
“Fuck, darlin’, I believe you,” I admit easily because it has never been a fault of mine to admit my wrongs. “So you wanna ride my cock? My bare cock. You wanna know what it feels like when I’m blowing my load inside of you.”
A visible shiver rips through her, and I love watching the way my filthy words affect her.
I am done talking. I’m done trying to hang on to a thread of my sanity and self-control.
I knock her back against the bed, watch her scoot up with those wide, wild eyes, her hair just as mussed and wild like a halo around her shoulders, her breasts heaving.
I stretch out over her, one hand on either side of her face caging her in, my knee pushing her thighs apart. It is just us, skin to skin as she asked.
She parts her legs for me, even as her hips buck upwards, already soaked and willing to take me. So fucking eager. I groan into the stillness of the room.
“I need you,” she begs. “I’ve dreamed about you like this, being inside of me.”
Jesus. As if I need another reason to want her, she goes and says something like that. I feel completely unhinged, wild, so fucking desperate for her that it scares the shit out of me.
I palm my cock and bring it, hot and throbbing, to her tight entrance. I stop there, just long enough for her to catch her breath. I’m all man. All raw, hard male. I’m hers, and she has been warned, and she’s here, dripping for me, begging me. I don’t hold back because I can’t. I might be a bastard, but I fit myself to her and slam in with a single hard stroke that decimates the barrier of her virginity.
She lets out a sound that is part scream part whimper part moan.
She writhes around me as I slam into her, over and over, fucking her soaking, swollen pussy hard. I drop my head, still plunging hard in and out of her cunt, which clenches around me and squeezes me until I can’t see anything but a black haze. I claim her neck, her chest, her tits, her lips, anything I can, licking and biting and fucking her with my mouth while I fuck up into her with complete abandon.
Mine.I think it, I know it, I breathe it with every ragged breath and mark her with every hard thrust.
She marks me back, clawing at my shoulders, tilting her hips up into me, meeting me with every thrust, opening herself up and taking me deeper, until my balls smack against her ass. She stretches all around me, clenches so tight on my cock that I know, without a fucking doubt, she was right. She was made for me. Every single bit of her sweet, beautiful body was made to fit mine.
It has to be hurting her, but she whimpers and moans and embraces the pain, embraces everything I give her, and my girl, she gives back to me every bit as good as she gets. She grinds into me, fucking me as hard as I fuck her. My cock throbs inside of her with each long stroke, and she clenches around me in response, gripping me so tight that I see stars.
And once the shock of it is in the past, once our skin grows slick and damp with our sweat, she holds onto me, folding her legs around my waist and digging her nails into my back, over the swirls of black ink that extend over my arms and shoulders and down my back. I grip her glorious hips and lift her higher, digging my fingers like a brute into the tender skin there, jacking her up onto my dick, opening her up all the way so she can take me deeper than ever.
It sets her off like a match to a bucket of gasoline. She detonates on my cock as I plow into her, pumping my cock into her even as she clenches all around me, until she’s trembling and screaming. I love the way she feels coming on my cock, but it is nothing compared to the sound of her screams, my name hot on her tongue. She marks me even as I mark her.
Her climax breaking over my cock is my breaking point. Leah trembles with the force of her pleasure, her whole body shaking below me, as I plant myself inside of her in one long, hot final thrust and, on a roar, I come so hard that my balls draw right up. I come in hard, blinding bursts, filling her up, stillfucking her in slow strokes so that our juices overflow and the sounds of me pumping into her fill the room.
And then I lean forward and bite her shoulder. Hard. I mark her as mine, sink my teeth deep into that tender pale flesh, and that sends her tumbling over the edge again, and she’s clenching my throbbing dick again.
She jerks against me afterward, and even though I am done, my body completely numb so that I can barely hold myself up any longer, I do something I’ve never done.
I pull out gently and roll over her, taking her with me, tucking her into the protection of my side. She fits there like a missing piece, warm and willing and so much smaller, her curves melding against my rock-hard angles, her legs intertwining with mine, and when she sets her cheek right above my heart to listen to it beat, I am just… done.
I was the one who was supposed to break her, transform her, but in this final act of sleepy, sated tenderness, she’s the one who’s ruined me.
Chapter Fourteen
Leah
