by Lena Lucas
“I need more,” she begged, and I growled, about to give her more than she’d ever be able to handle.
I moved my hand lower until I got to the hem of her shirt and slipped my fingers beneath the material. She arched her back for more, her skin so warm and soft.
“Yes,” she cried out and closed her eyes, her head falling back slightly, and she parted her lips.
“Christ, baby.” Hell, if she reacted this way, so receptive to me from just my touches, she’d be explosive once I finally made her come.
And I wanted her to get off, more than once, to watch her expression change because I made her feel that good.
My dick punched forward even harder when I slid my hand up her torso.
“More,” she moaned, and I gnashed my teeth, telling myself to keep control and not come in my jeans. And I could have gotten off from this alone. I was so wound I felt like my cock was going to explode.
I felt the edge of her bra but hesitated, staring down into her face, waiting for her to look at me as I rubbed the pad of my finger over the cotton. And when Pepper lifted her head and opened her eyes slightly, I forced myself not to kiss her again.
“Tell me,” I groaned. “Ask me for what you want.”
She licked her lips, and I stared at the way her tongue moved over the plump, pink flesh. “Touch me… under the bra.” Her voice was breathless and full of pent-up arousal.
Fuck, I clenched my jaw so tightly I actually felt like I’d crack my motherfucking teeth. And going slow, being gentle, was harder than it should’ve been too. But Pepper was like gasoline to the raging wildfire that burned in me.
I pushed the digit under the elastic of her bra, felt the bottom swell of her breast, and finally cupped the handful-sized mound in my palm.
“Oh… fuck.” I closed my eyes and breathed out. “So good. Yeah, so fucking incredible.” I moved my thumb along her nipple, the tip already hard but peaking even more. Her flesh was warm, almost hot to my touch.
She’s burning alive for me, just like I am for her.
I took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pulled at the already turgid flesh gently, tweaking it, twisting it gently until she clenched my biceps and moaned. Over and over, I played with her nipple, all the while just watching her face, her reaction. She panted, the sound coming from her even more needy.
And all I wanted to do was give in to her, ease her, but priming her, making her really ready… making her liquid for me was important. I needed her wild and crazed for my cock.
I WANTED my handprints on her body, wanted my teeth marks on her flesh. I’d never seen myself as that type of man, dominating and letting my basic, primal urges rule me, but with Pepper, I felt like a fucking caveman.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed out.
“Never,” I growled.
I had never needed anyone the way I did Pepper, and I knew I’d never feel like this again. She was the once in a lifetime experience, that soul-mate connection… the love of your life human that completed your world.
And she was mine.
I was dying to have every part of her... to be inside her.
I had my other hand under her shirt now, under her bra, both palms cupping the mounds, feeling the weight in my hands, my cock throbbing, my balls pulled up tight. I was so full of seed that it would take me no time at all to get off once I was buried in her scorching hot sex.
She arched her back, thrusting her breasts farther into my greedy hands. She rocked back and forth, the movement having her belly rub against my raging hard-on, causing me to hiss, to bare my teeth and try in vain not to come.
“I’m so hard for you, Pepper.” Never in my life had I thought I’d speak so filthy, need so obsessively. But with Pepper, she brought out every territorial, possessive, and very male instinct in me.
“Oh God, Sloan. I’m burning alive for you.”
Just wait, baby.
I moved my mouth to her ear, maybe trying to reason I should go slow, ease her into this wild need in me, but I couldn't stop myself, not when she was so damn primed for me, not when my words and touches, my possessive kisses, set her on fire even more.
“I need to be inside you, baby. I need to feel you clenching around me, need to feel your hot, tight, and wet pussy gripping me.”
She gasped but then reached for me, kissing me as if I were the air she needed in her lungs. “And I want to feel you in me, Sloan.”
Sweet Jesus, she had actually gone and said that, causing me to feel like a total barbarian as I picked her up and carried her to my room, about to give us what we both needed.
9
PEPPER
The air had been sucked out of my lungs, but it was the best feeling I’d ever experienced.
I couldn’t breathe, didn’t even try to think about anything but just enjoying this moment with Sloan.
“I need you,” he ground out, his arms still wrapped around me, keeping me close as he kissed me, made love to my mouth as his hands roamed over my body.
I need our clothes off. Now.
Sloan curled his hand around my nape, pulling me closer, my hands flat on the hard planes of his pectoral muscles. He kissed me, his lips and tongue almost drugging, erotic sweeps, gentle pulls, heightening touches. He let go of the back of my neck and ran his palms over my shoulders and lower still until he was gripping the edge of my shirt. And all the while, he kept kissing me, bringing my desire and arousal for him to a fever pitch.
He stilled, not taking my shirt off, as if he wanted me to give him permission. I couldn't form any words, so I moaned and arched my back, pressing my breasts to his chest, telling him without actual words I was so ready for this.
He didn’t need any more coaxing, because a second later, he broke the kiss and all but tore my shirt from my body before tossing it to the floor. He looked down at my bra-covered breasts, and I knew my nipples were hard, twin points pressing against the plain white cotton material. I felt how hard they were, the peaks aching as if they were begging for any kind of friction against them from Sloan.
He lifted a hand and dragged it over his slightly parted mouth, his focus on my breasts, as if he were barely hanging on to his control. My heart thundered, and I wouldn't have been surprised if he could see it slamming against my chest, a thump, thump, thump that showed how worked up and uncontrollable I really was.
“Take that off for me,” he said low, a touch of dominance, a demanding tone to his very husky voice. “Because if I do it myself, I’ll tear the fucking thing from you.” He lifted his eyes up to look into mine. “And do it slowly.”
The air left my parted lips on a whoosh at the way he said that, as if he wanted a little strip tease from me and wouldn't be denied.
I reached behind my back and unsnapped the clasp easily enough, my focus trained right on Sloan’s face. His expression was hard, tight, the shadows dancing around his big body. I let myself look down the length of him, over his broad shoulders, along his wide, hard chest, and lower still. His white shirt couldn't hide or conceal the raw power he held, or the rolling hills of his abdomen, not even with the darkness that surrounded us. He was a force, a wall of muscle and male need, and it was all directed at me—for me.
And as the air slowly left my lungs when I saw to the monstrous, long length of his erection as it pressed against his jeans, hanging down and pressing against one of his tree-trunk thighs, I couldn’t stop the feeling of apprehension.
He was huge.
Like not even an exaggeration, but more like he was housing a third limb between his legs. I knew my eyes were wide, felt them like saucers on my face. And I couldn't look away. And the longer I stared at that part of him, the more I felt my arousal grow… the more I swore he was growing…. down there.
No way he’ll fit in me.
Of course I knew that thought was ridiculous—although realistic, given my inexperience and the sheer size of him. I was apprehensive at the very thought of him trying to wedge that massive length in my
unused body.
He growled, and I snapped my head up, my eyes widening even more as I stared at him. Never breaking eye contact, Sloan took a step toward me and went for the button and zipper of his jeans. He undid the button, pulled the zipper down, and then he was pushing the denim down his thickly muscled thighs.
“I’ll fit,” he said, as if reading my mind, or maybe he’d seen that anxiety written across my face. “We were made for each other,” he growled, stepping out of his jeans and kicking them aside.
I didn’t look at what he clearly had on display now, instead staring into his eyes and seeing him start to take off his T-shirt. He reached behind to grip the material, and in one smooth move, he pulled the cotton up and over his head before tossing it aside. I did let myself enjoy the view of all that golden male flesh he just revealed, the hard planes of his defined pecs.
The gruff sound he made in the back of his throat was the only thing I heard, the only warning I got before my back met the mattress, the comforter cold against my overheated, bare flesh.
“Look at it, Pepper.”
I shivered at the tone of his voice, at the way he said those words. I swallowed hard and let my eyes trail back down his body, past his navel, along the line of dark hair that started right below and led to a cock that had my inner muscles clenching.
So. Big.
I might’ve been a virgin, but it wasn’t as if I didn't know what an average-looking dick looked like, and Sloan was anything but average, that was for sure.
The crown of his cock was slightly wider than the shaft, and I could already see a drop of pre-cum—a little crystal—at the slitted tip. Math wasn’t my strong suit, but hell, even I could look at something and tell it was as long as a damn ruler. Eleven, maybe even twelve inches of hot, hard dick. Is that even humanly possible? I guess it was, because I was staring at that reality.
And the longer I stared at what he sported, the more I saw him get harder, if that were even possible. I swore the length pulsed, aimed right at me.
“You like what you see?” Although he sounded so confident, did I detect a light tenseness to his voice, almost apprehension?
I looked into his eyes again and swallowed before nodding. “You’re… big. I don’t think it’ll fit.” God, had I actually said that out loud? He didn’t chuckle, didn’t show amusement at my choice of words, and instead reached down and gripped it in his palm. I could see the heavy weight of his balls swinging lightly beneath, the twin sack just as manly as the rest of him.
“I’ll go slow,” he said huskily. “I’ll be gentle.” He stood right in front of me now, but I could still see him grip his cock, stroking the length from root to tip in almost lazy motions. “I’d never hurt you.” His voice was low. “I’d rather cut off my own hand than hurt you, Pepper.”
He was so close now that I felt his body heat. I could have sighed with how good it felt to have him so near. My head was craned back so I could look into his face, and before I let my nerves get the better of me, I finished getting undressed, so then we both stood there naked, breathing hard, and more ready for this than anything else.
He had me in his arms a second later, keeping me close as he cupped the side of my face and leaned down to take my mouth in a powerful kiss once more. Before I knew what was happening, the world slightly tilted, and I felt the mattress greet my back as the cool sheets met overheated flesh. God, nothing had felt so good as having Sloan climb over me and settle all that muscle against my softness.
I spread my legs and let him press right between them, the velvety steel that hung in that massive length between his thighs pushed right to my core. He was hard. God, he was so hard for me.
He groaned and buried his face in the crook of my neck. His warm breath bathed my skin as he panted, his body so hard and tense as he held me. And when he pulled back and looked me in the eyes, I saw how dilated his pupils were, the black eating up the irises. “Mine.”
I shivered at that lone word, actually… feeling it.
He started rocking against me, slow and easy, as he went back to kissing me. I heard him murmur things, some of them too low and deep to decipher, but others I heard clear enough.
“Gotta get you nice and ready, primed for me.”
“I need you so lost you're crying out my name.”
“I can feel all your honey against me, baby. It’s driving me fucking insane.”
The pressure of his cock sliding between my pussy lips had shock waves of pleasure moving through me. I never felt anything like this, never even imagined anything could feel so good.
He pulled back enough that he could look at where he was working his cock against me. “Tell me it’ll only ever be me who knows how you feel like this.” He didn’t phrase it like a question. It was a demand of possessiveness.
“I’m only yours. Every part of me.” I should have been shocked at how right those words felt, at how much I meant them. But I wasn't. I embraced it.
He started rubbing my clit with a finger again, never taking his focus from my pussy. “I’ll only be yours, and you’ll only ever be mine.” He snapped his eyes up to look into mine. “Say it again.” He added even more pressure, and I closed my eyes in the process.
“I’m yours,” I moaned.
“That’s right. You are mine, all fucking mine.”
He leaned back down and kissed me again, harder and faster than before, the possessiveness in the press of his lips to mine rocking me to my core. I felt a flutter deep in my belly and cried out against his mouth.
His hard, naked body felt so masculine against mine. He gave my clit one more slow press and then he was slipping his hands beneath me to cup my ass, tilting my hips up so he could grind his dick against my soaked folds once more. Goose bumps popped out along my flesh, and I spread my thighs even wider, moving against him in tandem to his motions.
“I want you so fucking badly, Pepper,” he murmured against my mouth. “I’m losing control. I can feel it. I don’t want to scare you.”
“Please.” I emphasized that one word.
Right now, I just wanted to feel him pushing into me… stretching me. The thought of his huge cock inside me had a fresh wave of wetness coming from my pussy. I wanted to feel him stretching my inner walls as he pushed that huge dick into me, wanted to feel so incredibly full I couldn’t stand it, couldn’t breathe or wrap my head around it.
“God,” he hissed. “You’re so wet for me, so ready for me to fuck you.”
I breathed out when he pressed his cock more forcefully to my cleft. I felt his dick throb between my legs, felt my slickness slip from my pussy and cover his shaft.
I could see us being together so vividly that I cried out again and again.
Skin wet with sweat.
Muscles stretched and taut, straining as we go over the edge at the same time.
I wasn't even coherent in my actions as I reached between us and gripped his cock. His big body jerked, and he hissed out a low breath from the contact.
“Oh. God. Fuck.” He pulled back and looked down at where I held him, his cockhead right at my pussy hole, both of us barely breathing.
For a moment, time seemed to still.
Sloan had his hands beside my head, holding his upper body up as he started to push in. His eyes were wide as he snapped them up to my face when the crown of his cock pushed through the tight, virgin entrance of my pussy.
My mouth parted, as the discomfort was instant.
He opened his mouth to say something but then snapped his lips closed and locked his jaw. I shifted under him, causing his dick to slide in another inch.
He grunted and let his eyes close. “Oh, God.” His voice was deeper than I’d ever heard it. “I’m sorry, baby. I wish I didn’t hurt you.” He opened his eyes and slid in another inch. Both of our mouths went slack. “But I'll make up for it. I’ll make you feel so good.” He ground his teeth, and the sound shouldn’t have been as erotic as it was, but God it was so attractive.
I clenc
hed my pussy around his shaft, the action involuntary at first, but when I realized how much he liked it by his groans and grunts, I did it again and again.
The pain was most definitely breath-stealing, unmistakable, and had my heart racing. Beads of sweat coated my flesh, and I held on, feeling stretched, almost torn in two by the sheer presence of him wedged deep in my virgin pussy.
But despite all of that and the constant twinge of pain, I felt a consuming amount of pleasure.
“I’m sorry,” he groaned, his eyes squeezed tight, his jaw locked. “I hate that I’m hurting you.” The way he said it, the tone of his voice, sounded as if he were the one in pain, as if his pleasure was agonizing.
“I’m okay,” I assured him. I didn’t want him to know how powerful this moment felt, that yes, it did hurt, did have me gasping in shock from the intensity. I didn't want him to know all that, because he’d stop, and that was the last thing I wanted.
He slowly retreated, and a gasp of pleasure left me. I moaned and held on tighter.
“Talk to me,” he said through clenched teeth, beads of sweat covering his forehead, dampening the hair at his temples.
“You’re making me feel so full, Sloan. You’re making me so stretched that I can’t even think straight.”
He closed his eyes and moaned as he slowly sank back in. He rested his forehead against mine, and we panted against each other’s mouth.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded, begged.
“You’re so fucking tight, Pepper. God, so tight.”
He retreated and sank back in. Slow. Easy. Steady. He thrust into me shallowly, slowly, allowing me to get used to his size before he started picking up his pace, the headboard starting to smack against the wall from his desire.
I closed my eyes, the sting, burn, and stretching taking my breath away but fading with each passing second as I forced myself to relax and just feel him.
“Jesus,” he whispered when he buried his cock in me again.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” Those words came out of me over and over again, and I was unable to stop myself. It was starting to feel incredible.