by Snow, Jenika
I lowered my head and latched my mouth onto one of her nipples. Moving my tongue around her areola, I reveled in her flavor as I sucked the taut peak into my mouth and felt her tremble. She moaned for me and I took her flesh harder and more fiercely in my mouth.
I alternated to the other breast, sucked, licked and nipped at her peaks until both of her nipples were wet, hard, and red from my ministrations. Her little pants and soft mewls for more wouldn’t stop me from escalating this.
No, it would make me go harder, make me push her boundaries.
“I want to see every fucking part of your body that will be mine.” I leaned forward and kissed her. After a few seconds I pulled back an inch. “And when I slide my dick into your pussy, tearing through your virginity, you’ll know you’re mine.”
“Oh. God,” she moaned softly.
She leaned forward slightly until our mouths were fused together once more. I ran my tongue along her bottom lip, licking, sucking, and making her feverish for me.
Yes, she is mine.
While we kissed I moved my hand between our bodies and placed it right over her pussy, through the material of her panties. I pulled back to look at her face again. “Look at me,” I said, demanding she open her eyes and see my face, know how serious I was about this. I wasn’t going to stop, not now, not ever. “This is mine.” I added pressure between her thighs. “You are mine.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
I ran my tongue over her collarbone. “You’re it for me.” I started kissing her again. She had her hands on my biceps, her nails digging into my skin.
“I want to be inside of you so badly right now. I want to push my cock deep in your pussy, make you feel stretched, fill you up completely.” I groaned the words out, working myself up even more. “I want my cum filling you, slipping from the tight confines of your body as I watch it soak the sheets,” I said against her flesh, meaning every dirty fucking word I said.
“God.” She moaned. She licked her lips and lifted her hip, causing my hand to press further against her.
“I am going to fuck you so hard there won’t be a doubt in anyone’s mind who you belong to.” She gasped. “I’m going to make it so you can’t walk straight tomorrow.”
I shouldn’t say this. I shouldn’t be here with her, doing this, being a dirty fucking bastard.
I took her mouth brutally and twisted my hand so I could press my thumb to her clit. The nub was swollen, eager for more of what only I could give her. She writhed for me, held onto my biceps with an unyielding force, and curled her nails deeper into my flesh.
All I could think about was that she was mine.
A moan left her, and before she could suck in another lungful of air I was moving down her body until my face was at the junction between her thighs. “I need to taste you, need to drown in you.” I looked up the length of her body. “I need my lips numb from eating you out.”
I pulled back and looked down between her legs. I rubbed my fingers over her underwear, the material soaked clean through.
Fuck.
Jessa was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I need you now, Rye.”
I loved hearing her beg. I ran my tongue along her inner thigh, and then moved to her other, needing more.
“Rye.” She had her hands in my hair a second later, tugging at the strands forcefully.
“Yeah. That’s so fucking it.” I squeezed my hands on her thighs, knowing I’d cause her bruises, leaving my mark on her. “You have no idea what you do to me.” She moaned a response. I latched my mouth right over her pussy, not caring that her underwear were in the way.
I sucked on her through her panties until the material grew pliant and soaked from my saliva. I forced myself to pull away. I could see every part of her. Her panties were all but transparent due to her wetness, and my cock jerked. I reached between my legs and rubbed my cock through my jeans, needing the stimulation at the moment.
“I need you,” she whispered, and that plea went through my entire body. I slipped a finger under the edge of her underwear, running the digit up and down the soaked material. I looked at her face as I pulled it aside. I looked back between her thighs and stared at her exposed pussy.
God. So fucking hot.
“Touch me.”
A guttural groan left me, and I couldn’t hold back. I leaned forward and attacked her pink flesh like a starving man. I was starving for her, dying to have her flavor on my tongue, down my throat.
The musky, sweet smell and flavor of her exploded on my tongue. I licked and sucked at her harder. The sounds she made were making me insane, making me harder.
I kept her panties pushed to the side and pulled her pussy lips apart with my thumbs. And then I flattened my tongue and slowly dragged it up her slit. I sucked her clit into my mouth at the same time I teased her pussy hole, not penetrating her, but letting her know I was right here, ready to take her.
She tasted so fucking good, sweet with a hint of musk that drove me fucking insane.
I sucked on the hard bundle of nerves at the top of her mound with increasing force, wanting her to come from this alone, needing her to do this for me like I needed to fucking breathe.
“God, yes. Yes.”
And then she did explode for me. I didn’t stop working my mouth on her, didn’t stop drawing the pleasure from her body.
She had a grip on my hair, pulling the strands hard enough that my pleasure and pain went up a notch. I grunted in pleasure but didn’t stop what I was doing. I was so fucking turned on that I didn’t even hide the fact I was all but fucking the air, pushing my cock into the nothingness and wishing I was in her pussy right now.
I pulled away, trying to stay calm, but having a really fucking hard time at it. The sight of the post-climatic high covering her face had my entire body strung tight.
“Take me to my bedroom.” She whispered the plea to me. Her cheeks were red from the orgasm I had given her.
I had her in my arms as soon as the words left her mouth. We were in the bedroom in a matter of seconds. I wasn’t about to waste time in having my dick so far up in her cunt she didn’t know where she started and I ended.
I kicked her bedroom door shut with my foot and strode to her bed. Once I had her steadied on the ground I took a step back. “Get on the mattress and lie back with your legs spread as wide as you can get them, baby.”
She did what I said without any hesitation, and a deep approving noise left me. When she had her legs spread wide and I saw how pink and wet she was, I ran a hand over my mouth, trying to rein in my control.
“Fuck, baby. Yeah, that’s so it.”
Her clit was hard, and the crack of her ass and roundness of her cheeks called out to me. I’d be fucking her ass at some point, pushing my dick through the tight ring of muscle and claiming this part of her as well.
For a moment all I did was stare at her, at the pussy that was mine and no one else’s.
“God, yes, Rye.”
“Say you’re mine,” I ordered, needing her to say the words again and again, needing her to be drunk from it all. I stared at her, waiting for her to say the words.
“I’m yours.”
Yeah she is.
Slowly I moved my gaze from her pussy to her face. I held her attention with my own, making it known nonverbally that we were now connected. Once I had my cock up in her, claimed her, marked her, no other male would touch her. They wouldn’t even fucking dare to look at her, fucking think they could have her.
She was the only woman who meant more to me than anything else on this fucking planet. And I’d make sure she knew that every single day for the rest of her life.
6
Jessa
I was on my bed, totally naked, and my legs spread so wide my inner thigh muscles protested. Rye looked at me like he was barely hanging on to his control.
Hell, he looked like he was about to snap, and I wanted that, needed it. Before he came a step closer I watched as he start
ed taking his clothes off. The air was thicker than before, so hot, so humid. I was hyperventilating, my arousal like a living entity in me, my need so strong that I couldn’t think straight.
He removed his shirt, his muscles and tattoos so pronounced, so masculine that I felt wetness slip from my pussy, my lust climbing higher and higher. My throat was tight, my mouth dry. Every hard ridge, dip, and bulge of his muscles was shown in startling clarity, and my heart jackknifed. Rye was huge, tall and big all over, the epitome of what a male should look like. His short dark hair was disheveled from removing his shirt, but it looked good on him … so damn good.
Giving in to Rye was easy, because being with him was what I’d wanted for a long time.
“I want to make this good for you. I want to be sweet and gentle, take things slow, but having you so close, seeing you in this way, makes me frenzied.”
“I don’t want you to have to hold back, to be someone you’re not.”
He made this low, almost dangerous sound, and it made me want him more.
He went for his belt, and when that was removed he undid the button of his pants and pulled down the zipper. I was so wet. Then he was naked for me, all his hardness, maleness coming at me like a derailed train. His chest was smooth aside from a dark line of hair that started right below his belly button and continued its downward path to his cock.
My mouth dried at the sight of his erection. The ridiculous thought passed through my head that he wouldn’t fit inside of me, that his shaft was so thick and long that there was no way I could handle him. But I knew that wasn’t the case. I knew my body would accept him, would open up and take all of him inside of me. I’d stretch, there would be pain, but I wanted it all.
I lifted my gaze from his cock to his face. His eyes were at half-mast, his head lowered. He looked feral as he stared at me. “You want me, Jessa?” He reached down and grabbed his cock. “You want this inside of you?”
I looked down and watched him grab his monstrous cock.
“Be with me,” I said softly.
He moved closer to her, but stopped when he reached the edge of the bed. He reached out and smoothed a finger down the side of my neck. Goosebumps popped out along my skin.
I rose so I was now sitting up slightly. My heart was thundering and my whole body was shaking in anticipation. He got on his knees on the bed and looked at me for a second.
And then he cupped both sides of my face and leaned in to kiss me hard and possessively. I felt his hard cock press right against my belly, the tip slick with his need for me. This primal need to have him shoved deep inside of me, to have his seed covering the inside of my pussy, marking me, making me his, filled me.
“I need you now,” I said against his mouth, all but begging.
He groaned and delved his tongue between my lips, mouth-fucking me like I wanted him to do between my legs. Rye licked my bottom lip, his tongue smooth, his taste explosive.
He used his upper body to push me back on the bed, his chest now covering me. He shifted so I was forced to spread my legs wide for him, his cock now pressed to my pussy. For long minutes all he did was kiss me—fucking my mouth with his lips and tongue. He started thrusting his cock against my pussy, his huge shaft moving up and down my slit easily, fluidly.
“God damn, baby,” he groaned against my mouth.
Having his mouth on mine, and feeling his dick rubbing up and down on my slit, had me on the verge of coming. He plunged his tongue in and out of my mouth and kissed me like he was starving for me. Rye picked up his speed in thrusting against me.
He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to the hollow of my neck, licking, sucking, and gently biting. “God, I fucking want you right now.”
And that’s when I came for him, his words and movements making me tingle and explode for him.
It was a tightening of my body, this sharpness moving up my spine and outward that told me I was losing control. I let it consume me. I arched my back, my breasts thrust out, the pleasure consuming me.
It was when the orgasm settled and I opened my eyes that I saw Rye was watching me as if transfixed by the sight. He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling, his masculinity coming through loud and clear.
“God, yes, baby,” he groaned and rested his forehead against mine, closing his eyes. “Seeing you unhinged like that because of me…” His entire body shook. “Yeah, so fucking hot.”
Before I knew what was happening he flipped me onto my belly. I didn’t have time to react as he helped me onto my hands and knees.
I looked over my shoulder at him. The way his jaw clenched under his stubble-covered face told me he was just as unhinged as I was.
“Take my virginity.”
“You sure about that?” he asked and ran his hand down the center of my back.
I nodded. “Yes.”
He made this pleased humming noise, the muscles in his body standing in stark relief.
When he was positioned behind me, it was a heady and intoxicating sensation, but not as much as when he brought his open palm down on my ass with enough force that the sting had a small mewl leaving me. I felt the pain instantly, but when he smoothed his hand over my flesh, easing the sting away, all I felt was this lasting pleasure.
We held each other’s gazes, and he spanked me again, over and over again. I felt like he wasn’t doing it as hard as he might want to, but that was okay because the pressure he exerted, the pain he gave me now, was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
I didn’t want it to end.
Smack.
Smack.
Blood rushed to the surface of the erotically abused area.
I wanted more.
He continued to spank me over and over again. Rye made this low sound of need again, and then he was smoothing his hand over my ass. “I want to fuck your ass so badly, but not tonight.” When Rye pressed his hips forward I felt the hard length of him settle between my legs again. I wanted that thick length deep inside of me.
I couldn’t think straight.
“I’m going to fuck you so good and hard.” He dug his fingers into my flesh. “Once my cock is in you, I won’t stop.” He moved his hand between our bodies, and his knuckles brushed along my sensitive, soaked flesh. He positioned the thick, bulbous head of his erection at the entrance of my body, but didn’t thrust in right away. God, I wanted him to. I needed him to.
“Ask me for it.”
I looked over my shoulder, saw his dark eyes watching me, and felt the rumble from his voice spear right into me. I wanted to be bold and free like he was, not this innocent, inexperienced virgin.
“I want this. I want you.” I was gasping. With his cockhead nudging at the entrance of my pussy, and his hands on my hips, I knew there was no going back from this. But that was good because I didn’t want to.
He growled out low and then in one move he pushed his length into me, breaking through my hymen, my virginity. I gasped, the pain and stretching almost unbearable. My eyes watered at the intrusion, but that discomfort morphed into pleasure with each passing second.
He held very still, as if he wanted me to get used to his size. His balls were pressed right up against my slick flesh, and I felt my inner muscles clenching around him. I bit my lip hard enough I tasted blood.
“Fuck.”
His word speared into me and created this delicious vibration that went straight to my clit.
“Christ.” He slid his hand up the center of my back, gripped my nape, and tightened his hold. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll know you’re mine.” And with that he started pulling out and pushing back in.
Over and over again.
In and out.
Harder and faster.
As the seconds moved by I felt his control slip. He started pushing into me harder and pulling out faster, with more force. The sounds that came from him were rugged, broken. Soon beads of sweat covered my flesh, and my throat was dry from the amount of oxygen I was sucking in, or trying to at
least.
“Yes, Jessa baby,” he hissed out. “That’s it. Fuck, that is so it.”
The faster and harder he pumped into me, the higher my pleasure climbed until it was on the precipice of exploding and covering me in euphoria. Rye now had his hand on my belly, holding me still as he fucked me.
“Come all over my cock, make it slick with your juices.”
And just like that I got off for him.
Before my ecstasy lessened, he pulled out of me. I gasped at the fact he was no longer in me. Rye flipped me around and onto my back a second later. He positioned his cock back at my entrance. I wanted him to just shove back into me, push all those thick inches into my body, but instead he slowly penetrated me. I opened my mouth on a silent cry as he filled me, stretched me.
When the root of his cock bumped my clit, sparks of electricity slammed into me and I cried out. I tipped my head back and moaned.
He didn’t give my body time to become accustomed to his size again. He just started fucking me. The expression on his face was fierce and filled with pleasure. He looked like a wild animal that had been set free after years of confinement.
Beads of sweat lined his forehead, trailed down his temple, and landed on my chest. It turned me on so much, made this experience that much more intense.
“Oh. God.” I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, knowing I’d come sooner rather than later. He was working me over so damn good I couldn’t even see straight. “I’m going to come.”
“Yeah, that’s it.” He grunted and I clenched my inner muscles around him. He slowed his thrusting, as if torturing me was his ultimate goal. And then he leaned back, bracing himself on his knees, and placed his hands on my inner thighs, his fingers framing my pussy, and pushed my legs up and to my chest.
The new position had him going even deeper inside of me.