The bedroom is a blur of masculine colors and sleek furniture, dominated by an enormous bed. He sets me on my feet beside it, his large hands framing my face, tilting it up to his.
“No more chances to change your mind," he says, his voice strained with restraint.
In answer, I reach for the straps of my dress, pushing them down my shoulders. The white fabric slithers down my body, pooling at my feet. I stand before him in just my simple white bra and panties, trembling not with fear but with anticipation.
His eyes rake over me, hot and possessive. "Fuck," he breathes. "Look at you."
I should be embarrassed. Should cover myself. Instead, I feel powerful under his hungry gaze. Beautiful. Desired.
His hands reach for me, large and sure, unclasping my bra with practiced ease. As it falls away, exposing my breasts to the cool air, I fight the urge to cover myself. His eyes darken further, nostrils flaring.
"Perfect," he murmurs, cupping the weight of them in his palms. His thumbs brush over my nipples, sending shocks of pleasure straight to my core. I gasp, arching into his touch.
He backs me toward the bed until my legs hit the edge. Then he drops to his knees, hands sliding down my sides to hook in my panties. He looks up at me as he slowly drags them down, his eyes never leaving mine. The intimacy of it—this powerful man on his knees before me—makes me dizzy.
When I'm completely naked, he just looks for a long moment. I should feel exposed, vulnerable. Instead, I feel worshipped.
"Look how wet this virgin pussy is for me already," he says, his voice rough with desire.
Before I can process his words, his hands push my thighs apart and his mouth is on me—hot, wet, insistent. I cry out, my knees buckling. He catches me, guiding me to sit on the edge of the bed as he settles between my spread legs.
"Sabien—" His name tears from my throat as his tongue finds my center, lashing against a spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.
Nothing has ever felt like this. Not my own hesitant touches in the darkness of my apartment. Not the fumbling kisses ofcollege boys. This is…transcendent. His tongue circles and flicks, his hands holding my thighs open as he devours me like a starving man.
My fingers find his hair, tangling in the thick strands. "Please—" I don't even know what I'm begging for.
He knows. His mouth fastens around that sensitive bundle of nerves as one large finger slides inside me, stretching, exploring. The dual sensation makes me arch off the bed, a high keening sound escaping me.
"So tight," he growls against my flesh. "So perfect."
The pressure builds, coiling tighter and tighter in my belly. Something enormous is gathering, racing toward me like a freight train. I'm scared of it. Desperate for it.
"Sabien—something's happening—I can't?—"
"Let go, baby," he commands, adding a second finger, stretching me wider. "Come for Daddy."
The crude endearment should shock me. Instead, it triggers the explosion. I shatter, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash through me. My body convulses, clenching around his fingers, thighs trying to close around his head. He holds me open, working me through it, extending the pleasure until it borders on too much.
When I collapse back, boneless and gasping, he rises from his knees. His face is wet with me, his eyes wild. He strips efficiently, tearing at buttons and zippers until he stands naked before me.
My eyes widen. He's…enormous. Thick and long and intimidating. How will it possibly fit?
He sees my expression and smiles, predatory and reassuring all at once. "Don't worry, little one. You'll stretch for me."
He moves over me, positioning himself between my spread thighs. I feel the blunt head of him pressing against my entrance, hot and insistent.
"Look at me," he commands.
I obey, meeting his intense gaze.
"This will hurt," he warns. "But then it will feel good. So good, baby."
I nod, bracing myself.
"Gonna fill you up," he murmurs, beginning to push forward. "Breed this tight little cunt."
The crude words make me gasp, my body clenching in response. He presses in slowly, the pressure immense, bordering on pain. When he meets resistance—proof of my innocence—he pauses, brushes hair from my face with surprising tenderness.
