“You,” I growled and pressed my lips to hers.The kiss was hard and determined, and to my pleasant surprise, there was no hesitation in her response. Her lips parted, her tongue found mine, and she kissed me back.
“You’ve grown up so pretty,” I murmured as I peppered kisses down her jawline until I reached her neck. She tilted it to allow me more room and began to gasp and squirm in my arms.I licked her skin and sucked on her neck, deciding then that I’d be leaving my mark tonight.My hands slid up and down her body, reveling in her soft skin. I pulled her onto my lap and she slowly ground her hips against my jeans. My cock was rock solid and demanding I take it out and show her what she’d been holding out for.
Eisley being my pretty little virgin was the hottest fucking thing in my mind. And I needed to hear it.
“How many men have you been with?” I demanded. She ignored me and continued to kiss me. I ran my hand over her chest, and when I found her tight nipple, I pinched it hard. “Tell me.”
“Constantine,” she sighed. “It doesn’t matter.”
Grabbing hold of her ass, I squeezed her cheeks and lifted her, quickly placing her on her back on the couch. I moved over her, pressing my entire body over hers.
“How many men have you let come inside you?” I asked, biting her lobe.
“None!” she gasped.My hands slid under her dress, up her flat stomach, and up to her chest. I yanked the bra down and began teasing her nipples.
“None? I find that hard to believe. You’re too sexy to not have been with anyone.” I pinched them‚ harder this time, again.
“It’s true,” she whispered. “I couldn’t. Even though I thought you were dead, I couldn’t be with anyone else when I’d promised myself to you. I’m still a virgin!”I released her nipple and sat up, grinning at her.
“Good. Let’s rectify that.”
Rule 20 - Constantine
It’s okay to fuck the final girl if she’s your wife.
Iadmired how she disregarded that I knew the layout of her upstairs without having been here before.Eisley was too drunk on wine and lust to care about how we got to her bed as long as it happened. I lifted her bridal-style and took her up the stairs and to her room.
She closed her eyes and stretched her arms over her head. The urge to pin them down and tie her wrists to her headboard was strong inside me. God, she’d look so fucking beautiful bound with no escape as I gave her orgasm after orgasm. I wanted to see her cry from how powerful the feeling was.
As I was admiring Eisley, I noticed the bedding. It was all black, which would serve well tonight. No need to stain anything.I pulled off my shirt and unbuttoned my jeans but left them on. My shoes were already off from originally entering her house, so I joined her on the bed.
My lips found hers again, and I lay on my side, kissing her and drifting my hands down her body. I raised her dress and slipped my hand under her panties, finding her like just the same as I had at the bar, bare and sopping wet.I spread her pussy and began running slow, laborious circles around her clit. She arched her back and gasped.
“You like that, princess?” I asked.
She nodded but only moaned in response.
“Words,” I coaxed.
“I like it when you touch me there.”
“Where?” I licked her from her collarbone to her jaw, finding my way back up to her mouth and shoving my tongue into it.
“There.”
“Where?” I teased. Oh, how I loved teasing her.
“My—”
“Say it,” I growled.
“My pussy. I like it when you touch my pussy.”
“Good girl,” I purred. My finger went down again and found her opening. Last night, she’d responded negatively, but tonight, I would not let her get scared and back down. Tonight, I would pop her fucking cherry.She stiffened when I began to push, and I pulled back. “Sssh,” I whispered into her ear. “Don’t be scared.”
“I-I—”
I covered her lips again, kissing her until she relaxed.Removing my fingers from her pussy, I sat up and rolled on top of her, spreading her thighs apart.
