by Jenika Snow
Alfie
I kissed her like a mad man, using my tongue to fuck the inside of her mouth. My entire body went tight at the very idea of taking her, sliding my cock deep in her body and letting us both feel that intense pleasure I knew would be had.
She had her hands on my waist, her touch light, but it did so much to me, made me feel so many things, so much pleasure. It was like fire licking over my skin. My cock was hard, and my feelings, my love for Daphne, grew tenfold with each passing second.
I knew I’d never let her go.
She was all curves and gorgeous lines. Her breasts were full, more than a handful. No one but me would know what she felt like, know how her naked skin smelled, or know how she tasted as she came.
That would all be reserved for me alone.
I leaned back so I could look between her legs. My dick was a hard rod between us, and as I stared at her pussy and the trimmed triangle of darker blonde hair that covered it, my mouth watered.
I reached for my dick again, stroking the fucker as I stared at her. This was a scenario I’d thought of countless times as I jerked off, covering her belly with my seed, making her rub it in, marking herself with it.
With my larger frame over her, I nudged her thighs open as far as they could go and nestled between them. My cock was so damn hard, pre-cum a steady constant at the tip. I placed my cockhead at her entrance, not pushing in, just basking in the way she felt. She was all slick heat. Then I slid the length up, letting her pussy lips frame my cock.
I started moving back and forth, working myself between her legs without penetrating her, staring at her pussy the whole time. She made this hot little sound, one that had my dick jerking fiercely.
Fuck, I could get off from this, at the feel of her hotness, her soaked little cunt surrounding me.
“Daphne, baby, move against me,” I said harshly. “Grind that pussy on me.”
“God, Alfie, we’re really doing this?”
“Hell yeah, we are.” I looked into her eyes. “Come on, grind it on me.”
She licked her lips and started doing just that.
She started moving her pussy in tandem with what I was doing.
Back and forth.
Slow and easy.
“God, that feels so good,” I moaned. Daphne had her eyes closed, was clearly getting lost in the moment.
So was I.
I looked down at where we were almost connected. “This is mine.” I slid my fingers down either side of her pussy lips. That seemed to make her writhe beneath me, silently begging for more.
And then I pulled back, moved down the length of her body, and had my face right in front of her soaking wet, delicious-smelling pussy. Fuck, I’d thought about doing this so many times over the years, just burying my face in her cunt, licking at her, making her come from my lips and tongue alone. I jerked off thinking about her grinding her pussy on my face.
I’d make this so fucking good for her.
I had my hands on her inner thighs, spreading her wide, keeping her legs open for me. I closed my eyes and inhaled, the scent of her washing over me, claiming me. I opened my eyes and lifted my gaze up the length of her body to stare into her eyes.
She was panting, her eyes wide, her little white teeth biting her plump lower lip.
“Will you finally let me taste you?” She nodded right away. “Let me make you feel good.”
I kept my gaze locked on hers as I leaned forward and dragged my tongue through her cleft, flattening it and getting every inch of her. Her flavor exploded along my tongue. She was sweet, musky… mine. The tether holding my control started to fray, and I ate her out with fervor.
I gripped her thighs tightly, my fingers digging into her supple flesh. I knew there would be bruises in the morning, but I fucking liked it. I liked knowing my mark would be on her.
The silky, smooth feeling of her along my tongue could have been my undoing, and to hold me off, I started thrusting my hard cock against the mattress, needing some kind of friction, something to help relieve the pressure in my balls.
I growled, wanting the vibrations to spear right into her clit.
Over and over, I licked and sucked on Daphne’s sweet pussy, knowing I’d never get enough. She was forever engrained in my memory, her flavor seared into my taste buds. I wanted to have my face buried between her thighs until I was drunk, drugged off everything she was made of.
I started pressing my hips harder, faster into the mattress, the bed starting to shake slightly, the headboard banging gently against the wall. I rolled my hips, humping the fuck out of the bed, but what I really wanted to do was that between Daphne’s thighs.
“God, Alfie. I—I’m so close….” She moaned and had her hands up, her fingers tangled in her hair.
I gave her one more long, torturous swipe of my tongue, dragging the muscle up her center, lapping up her pussy cream. I sucked her clit into my mouth, humming as I felt my balls draw up with my impending orgasm.
I gave that bundle of nerves one more suck before forcing myself to pull away and move my body up the length of hers. My dick slid along her thigh, the tip soaked with pre-cum. I knew she could feel it. And when I was chest-to-chest with her, my cock nestled right between her luscious thighs, only then did I take her mouth in a searing kiss.
I made her taste herself on my lips and tongue, fucked her mouth like I’d soon be doing to her juicy virgin cunt.
She had her arms wrapped around my neck, her nails biting into my back. My hips jerked on their own from the pain and pleasure that caused.
She panted against my mouth, spread her legs wider, and I pressed my hips farther into hers, my cock sliding right between the center of her.
I didn’t say anything as I leaned back and looked at where I’d soon be buried, claiming that sweet little cherry. I braced my hands on my thighs and just stared at her, all spread for me like a sacrificial offering. “Fuck,” I said, my throat tight, my mouth dry. I smelled her on my lips, and my cock jerked again. Her pussy was wet, pink, and swollen. It was all for me.
She was all for me.
I grabbed my cock and finally placed the tip at her entrance, just stayed there for a second as I marveled at how tight and hot she was, how she was so wet she coated the crown of my shaft.
And as I stared into her eyes, I plunged inside, breaking through her innocence, giving her mine. She sucked at me, her pussy muscles clamping down hard. She gasped, and I knew it was from discomfort, from the sudden penetration.
“You’re so…” She gasped against me as I rested deep inside her, my balls pressed right to her ass. “You’re so hard, so thick, Alfie.” She bit her lip. “I feel like you’re stretching me, splitting me in two.”
I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth at that imagine. Her pussy clenched around me again and again, and I exhaled harshly. “I hate that I hurt you,” I gritted out and was surprised I’d been able to say anything.
“I’m fine. Don’t stop.”
I started moving in and out of her slowly, trying to pace myself when all I wanted to do was pound the fuck out of her. I wanted to cause her as little discomfort as I could, but I knew it was inevitable.
“I’ll never stop. I only want you.” The words tumbled out of me on their own.
In and out.
Slow and easy.
In and out.
Gentle.
Sweat started to coat my skin, beads covering every inch of me. My heart raced, and my balls slowly swung against her, slapping her damp skin. I wanted to come so badly, but I didn’t want this to end. I pushed in deep then pulled out until almost the tip was out, then thrust in deep again.
“Yes, it feels good.” Her eyes were wide. “It feels good, Alfie.”
“That’s good, baby. That’s really good. I only want to give you pleasure.”
I pushed into her once more and stilled, feeling my muscles relax and contract. I could feel the clench and release of her inner muscles around me, milking me, as if she wanted my c
um so fucking badly. And I wanted to give it all to her.
I gritted, holding on so damn tight to my control. I reached between us, needing her to explode for me once more before I did and ended this too soon.
Just give in one more time before I go over the edge.
I reached between us and started rubbing her clit, and I felt her tense beneath me, her eyes going even wider as she came for me. She arched her neck, thrust her breasts out, and gave me what I wanted. This low mewl left her, and I wanted to always hear it when she came.
Good. Fucking. Lord. She was wildcat.
She’s mine.
“Motherfucker.” I hadn’t meant to be so vulgar. “Yeah, that’s it.” I rubbed her clit and only stopped when I felt her relax.
“Don’t stop thrusting,” she cried out.
Never.
The image of filling her up, making her take all my seed, slammed into me violently. There was no stopping me now as I fucked her, wanting to be and knowing I should be gentle but unable to stop myself. That rope of sanity had snapped right in fucking two.
“You feel so fucking good, Daphne. So. Fucking. Good.”
I slammed into her over and over again before finally stilling on the third thrust and burying myself fully inside her tight, hot body. I stared into her eyes as I pumped into her, filled her up until she had to take it all. Daphne reached up and wound her hands around my biceps, holding onto me as her mouth parted and she showed me how good it felt.
I slammed my hand down on the bed next to her waist, curled my fingers into the sheets, and breathed out slowly as my orgasm washed through me, claimed me… took every single ounce from me.
Groaning deeply, I forced my eyes to stay open as I came. Her pussy clenched around my cock, drawing the seed from me until it felt like I was being strangulated, until I was gasping for air.
And then I felt reality slam into me. I sagged and breathed out, staring at her face, her cheeks pink, her eyes dazed. I was feeling so damn feral right now, so possessive. I’d just given my virginity to my girl, and she’d given me hers.
“I love you,” I said.
She sighed. “I love you too.”
“Say it again,” I gently demanded.
“Alfie, I only want to be yours. I love you.”
I groaned in pleasure. “I love you so fucking much. I’m never letting you go.” I covered her body once more, my cock hardening all over again.
Looked like I really couldn’t get enough of Daphne.
Daphne
Was I still smiling? God, it felt like it.
I was exhausted, so tired I didn’t even know if I could have lifted my arms or legs. But I didn’t want to. Being beside Alfie, feeling deliciously sore, because we’d made love for the last hour, was unlike anything I could have ever imagined, ever fantasized about.
And despite the fact that I was sore in all the right places, I wanted more. I knew I’d never get enough.
I snuggled in closer to him, and he tightened his arms around me.
“I love you,” he said, his voice thick with the post-arousal we’d just shared.
My heart skipped a beat. “I love you too.”
There was no embarrassment, no awkwardness from being with Alfie, my best friend for nearly my entire life. There was only this feeling of contentment and pleasure, in having this glow fill me because of what we just shared. I looked him in the eyes.
For long moments, we just stared at each other, the silence thick but comfortable.
“Alfie?” I asked softly.
“Yeah, baby?” He smoothed his fingers along my cheek.
“Where do we go from here?” I didn’t know if I wanted to ask it because I wasn’t sure what the response would be, but I couldn’t help but say the words, to hear him say the truth he felt.
“We go to forever, Daphne. We take it as ours and never look back.” He leaned in and kissed me.
“I don’t think I could have said that better myself.”
He pulled me in even closer, and I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes.
God, I loved him, and I knew our futures were forever entwined, the possibilities of what we could have endless.
Chapter Thirteen
Daphne
Several months later
I felt like I was smiling perpetually, that there wasn’t a day that went by where Alfie didn’t make me deliriously happy. I’d been living in a whirlwind of happiness and contentment, my life feeling like it was finally whole, that my heart was complete.
Although we’d been taking things slow, learning each other as a couple, getting a feel for this new life where we weren’t just friends, I knew there was no one else in the world for me.
I loved him unconditionally. I’d always loved him.
He’d be my only; he’d always been my only.
And I know he felt the same way about me.
I’d always thought about a future with Alfie, what I wanted, and I had that now. We had forever.
I glanced over at him and smiled. He was taking me somewhere special, he said, a surprise. And twenty minutes later, on the outskirts of town, he finally pulled to a stop in front of a two-story house with trees on either side, a beautiful front yard, and a teal-colored door.
My favorite color.
“Where are we?” I leaned forward and looked out the front windshield. “Whose house is this?” He didn’t answer right away, and I glanced over at him. “Alfie?”
“It’s mine. It’s… ours?”
I felt my eyes widening. “W-what?”
He was out of the truck and heading around the front end. I watched him as he opened my door. He helped me out, had his hands on my waist, holding me close.
“I bought it, Daphne,” he whispered against my hair. “I know I should have asked you, but I love you, you love me, and I wanted us to have a place together.” He pulled back and we faced the house.
“Oh my God. You bought this place? For us?”
He nodded, and I stared at him, my love for him so strong. “Do you remember this place?”
I stared at the home, and finally, after a few moments, it clicked. “Is this… is this the house we used to throw rocks at when we were kids?” I stared up at him wide-eyed. It sure as hell didn’t look like it did when we were younger, with boarded up windows, a broken porch, and a yard that looked like it had seen better days. “What happened to it? It looks… it looks incredible.”
“I bought it years ago, before I left the state for work. My goal was to fix it up, and hopefully when I had the balls to admit how I felt for you, we’d share this place together.” He looked at me with so much emotion on his face. “It’s taken me years of chipping away at it, some buddies helping me renovate it, and just last week I finally finished it by painting the front door.”
I looked at said door. “My favorite color,” I whispered.
He leaned down and kissed me. “Your favorite color,” he murmured against my lips.
He took my hand, and we made our way toward the house. I was amazed by how beautiful everything was. Once inside, I was starstruck by everything. It was empty, no furniture, no decorations, but everything was clean and pristine, new floors and cupboards, an open slate.
“I figured you could decorate it however you wanted; that’s why it’s so empty.”
“It’s so perfect.” I was trying to hold in my tears.
“Are you sure it’s okay that I didn’t tell you about it? I’ll understand if you say no, that I overstepped bounds.”
I shook my head and looked at him. “It’s perfect.” I threw myself into his arms, and he grunted before wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight. I pulled back, and he leaned in and kissed me, slow and easy, gentle and thorough. And when he broke the kiss, his expression grew serious, somber almost. I lifted my hand and cupped his cheek, smoothing my palm over his scruff, moving my fingers toward his mouth, trailing one along his bottom lip.
“It’s perfect,” I whispered.
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He smiled. “I love you so much, Daphne. I love you so much, more than anyone or anything in my life.” His expression was so serious. “I mean it, Daphne. You’re the only woman for me. I knew that from the moment I saw you. I’ll go to any lengths to prove that I’ll love you until the day I die.” He let go of me but cupped my cheeks in his hands right away, tilted my head back, and just stared at me with all this emotion on his face that had my breath stalling. “You know how true that is?”
I nodded, smiling. “I know, and I feel the same way.”
“Yeah?”
I was grinning and nodding. “Yes. Absolutely.” I rose on my toes and kissed him, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding him tight. I broke the kiss and rested my head on his chest, and all I could do was think about how perfect this moment was. I tightened my hold around him and closed my eyes. “This is perfect for us, this house, this life. It’s perfect.”
And as I stared at him, I knew all the stuff we’d been through, all the worry we’d lose each other if we admitted our feelings, all the lost time, was all just… fluff.
Epilogue One
Alfie
Six months later
All I’d ever wanted, all I’d ever pictured for myself, was having Daphne as mine forever.
And I had that now.
For the last half a year, we’d been working on building her dream, making it a reality.
Her library café.
I knew it had always been a dream of hers, and her dream was mine. What she wanted was what I strived to make a reality. I wrapped my arm around her as we stood in the front entrance of what would soon be known as Daphne’s Book Nook.
I glanced over at my girl, her hands up and covering her mouth as excitement moved across her face. I wanted everyone to know she was mine, that yeah, I was one lucky fucking bastard.
“Everything is coming along so well,” she said after she dropped her hands to her sides. The little building we’d leased was currently getting renovated. We’d gotten a nice deal on it given the fact that a lot needed to be done to it, lots of upkeep, but it was perfect with the exposed brick walls, the open concept, and a impeccable place to build bookshelves.