by Snow, Jenika
All. Fucking. Mine.
I slammed my mouth on hers, kissing Kitty until she moaned for me and opened her mouth wider. She kissed me back more forcefully, as if she needed to crawl inside me, as if she couldn’t get enough.
I stroked my tongue along hers, plunged it into her mouth, and made a guttural sound when she sucked on it. Christ.
She pulled away, and I made a deep noise of dissatisfaction. I didn’t want to stop, not ever.
I lowered my gaze to her mouth, loving that her lips were red and swollen, a light glossy sheen covering them. I lifted my hand and ran my finger over her bottom lip, pulling the flesh slightly down and letting it go so it slipped back into place.
“Perfect,” I murmured. My cock jerked when I pushed my thumb between her lips. “Suck on it,” I demanded, my voice low. She sucked on the pad instantly, obeying me, having me growl in approval.
“Are you mine, Kitty?” God, I fucking needed her to say she was.
She ran her tongue over my thumb one last time before letting it slip from her lips. She stared into my eyes, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling. “Yes,” she breathed out. “I’m your—”
“Only mine,” I finished for her, and she licked her lips and nodded.
“Only yours, Fin.”
That’s fucking right.
I pulled her in close, claiming her mouth in a searing kiss. I felt the flames singe me from the inside out. I was surprised—proud of my fucking self, if I were being honest—that I’d lasted this long without getting off.
I curled my bigger body around hers, the feel of her perfect handful-sized breasts right against my chest, her nipples hard, had my cock jerking like the fucker had a mind of its own.
I kept my hands on her waist, keeping her right where she was but pressing her down on my dick even harder.
I was going to destroy her in the best of ways.
13
Kitty
Fin watched me, stared at me with such intensity I felt it to my core. There was only one word to describe the way Fin looked at me—possessively.
And I loved it. I never wanted him to look at me any other way.
“Only yours, Fin.”
I’d actually said those words to him, but what was even more insane was the fact that I meant them.
The way I rocked myself against him, moving over his thickness, his massive cock, had me so hungry for him I wanted Fin to consume every part of my being. My pussy was wet, my panties soaked. My nipples were so hard the tips ached. I wanted him to suck on them, to make my nipples harder, to draw the blood to the surface.
I wanted all of that and more, yet I had no experience in any of this.
I was a virgin.
I wasn’t ashamed of my lack of sexual experience. I prided myself that I waited for the right guy, for the right time.
And that time was now.
The right man was Fin.
He made this low sound deep within his chest and tumbled out my name as if it were a lifeline. His dick pressed between my thighs, a huge, thick rod that had my pussy clenching. I was seconds away from begging him to be with me already.
“I’ve never done this before,” I blurted out unceremoniously and felt his entire body stiffen. I waited for his response, maybe his shock, maybe him telling me we should slow down or, God forbid, stop.
“My sweet, innocent little virgin,” he groaned and slanted his mouth back down on mine.
I was surprised at how pleased he sounded with my admission, as if he’d been wanting to hear that his entire life.
My body tingled, fire racing along my skin. He lifted his hips up, digging his dick farther against me, and I gasped.
“I should be gentle with you, such an innocent little thing, Kitty.”
I was so ready for him.
He leaned in, and when I felt his tongue along the arch of my neck, I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. He licked and sucked, gently suckling at my flesh. God, yes.
Fin was all hard, big, and strong, with bulging muscles. I was so tiny as I sat on his lap, straddled his waist, and felt how hard he was for me.
God, his cock felt big.
“I could just do this all night and get off, Kitty. Just holding you, licking you, smelling your sweet flesh.” He emphasized his point by inhaling deeply.
I was dizzy, lightheaded from my desire for him. I couldn’t handle much more, yet I didn’t want this to stop.
“I want to touch you,” I found myself saying before I could stop myself. I hadn’t meant to say those words out loud, but there they were, hanging between us.
“I’m yours to do with as you please. Touch all of me, baby.”
His focus was on my lips, and I licked them involuntarily, or maybe I did it on purpose. Maybe I wanted his focus on that erogenous zone.
I glanced down and saw how big his bulge was. I felt a little intimidated, and maybe he read my mind or saw my expression, because he moved his hands between us and undid the button then pulled the zipper down, freeing his erection. He gripped the base, and my mouth dried, my throat tightened, and I snapped my focus up to his face.
“Okay, baby. Touch me.”
The breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding in left me on a whoosh, and I obeyed him instantly.
I reached between us with a shaking hand and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. This rough groan left him at that first touch. He was hot and oh so hard, so thick I couldn’t even touch my fingers together as I held him. And he was hot. God, he was so hot in my palm.
I was transfixed by the sight of him, how his balls were huge and a heavy weight under the thick, long length. I started stroking him gently, watching as I pleasured him.
“Goddamn,” he said hoarsely.
I didn’t slow, didn’t stop looking at what I did to him. I moved my hand faster, my mouth parting as I added more pressure. I watched as a dot of clear fluid lined the top of his shaft, and something moved through me to be more wanton. I slid my palm over the flared head and heard him hiss. I used his pre-cum as lubrication as I jerked him off.
I was so wet, so turned on watching him get this pleasure, knowing I was the cause of it. And as I started moving my hand faster up and down his length, as I heard his groans become harsher, more frantic in nature, I knew he was going to come. I knew I was going to get him off.
And so I renewed my efforts, wanting to see him explode, wanting that whiteness to cover my hand. I wanted the knowledge that I’d been the one to break Finland Hawthorne’s control.
“You already have, sweetheart,” he growled, and I snapped my gaze up to his face.
Had I said those words out loud? God, mortification filled me.
He gently pushed my hand away and shook his head. “If you keep that up, I’ll come, and although I know I’ll be able to get rock-hard again, the first time I get off with you is going to be when I’m buried deep in your pussy.”
He stared at me for a long moment before he said, “How ready are you for me?”
“I’m ready,” I said truthfully.
I’m so ready to be fucked by Fin.
14
Fin
I was off the bed and had her back to the mattress seconds later. All I’d needed to hear was how much she wanted me, those words spilling from her mouth like an auditory orgasm.
I forced myself to retreat a step back so I could control myself, so I didn’t mount her like some feral creature. Because I sure as fuck wanted to. And the sight of her on my bed, her body seeming dwarfed in my massive mattress, the fact that my scent surrounded her, that she’d now forever stay in this bed, because I wouldn't have it any other way, turned me on even more.
She still wore her clothes, which really wouldn’t fucking do. I needed her naked, needed to bask in her nudity, memorize every inch of her, every dip and hollow. I wanted to know where every birthmark was, how pink her nipples got when she came, if they darkened up even more.
God, I wanted to know all of it.
/> All her secrets. All her whispered words when she was in the throes of pleasure.
And I’d find out it all, because I wasn’t letting her go.
She knew what I wanted without me having to ask. I could see that realization on her face. Or maybe the fact that she kept lowering her eyes to my cock, which was still hard as granite and sticking through the fly of my slacks, was indication enough I wanted to fuck her good and hard.
I needed to feel her tight virgin pussy squeezing my cock. I wanted her to say she was mine while my big, thick dick was buried deep inside her. I wanted to look in her eyes and tell her with my body she was the only one I want.
And as I watched her get undressed, when I saw she was about to toss her little white panties to the floor, I snagged them and brought them to my nose. I inhaled her sweet scent before shoving the underwear in my back pocket.
“Spread your legs, Kitty.” I started getting undressed too and never took my eyes off her. When my shirt was off and my pants nothing more than a pile of material on the floor, I reached for my dick and started stroking the fucker again.
And she watched me the whole time.
I lowered my gaze to the perfect mounds of her tits, along her belly, her navel, and right down to her spread pussy. She shaved, not all of it, but enough that her lips were bare and the only hair was a strip at the top of her mound.
Fuck.
She was pink and so damn smooth, and her wetness glistened for me. I sure as fuck wanted to be gentle and go slow. This was her first time, and she deserved candles and silk, soft music and coaxing touches.
She deserved everything I’d never been.
But I’d try. I wanted to be softer around the edges for Kitty.
I wanted to be a gentler man for her.
I got on the bed and moved between her thighs, running my hands over her calves, up the back of her thighs, and felt her skin pucker from my touch. “So receptive,” I murmured. I settled myself over her much smaller body, my lips at her throat as I started to lick and suck at her flesh. She smelled good, tasted even better.
I should have won a fucking medal for the amount of restraint I was using right now, for the fact that I wasn’t thrusting into her welcoming virgin heat. But I could go slow, as slow as humanly possible for a man who was obsessed with a woman.
I was on top of her a second later, had my mouth on her neck, and used my lower half to nudge her thighs open even more so I could wedge myself between them. A guttural sound left me, rising up deep from my body. I knew she felt the vibrations, a physical reminder of what she did to me.
I pressed my cock between her legs, because I couldn’t fucking help myself, and felt her slick folds surround my shaft. Holy shit. Soaked. She was drenched for me.
I hissed as I started moving back and forth, working myself between her legs, her folds framing my dick, her moans and my grunts fueling me on.
I couldn’t stop myself from groaning out my pleasure. “So good,” I whispered. “So fucking good, Kitty.” I opened my eyes to see hers were closed, as if she couldn’t help herself either. I wanted her lost in me.
When I started moving faster, she writhed beneath me, her mouth parted, her eyes still closed as she was clearly enjoying this moment.
As much as I wanted to keep this going, just let my cock push into her tight body, I wanted to taste her more right now. I needed her flavor on my tongue, sliding down the back of my throat.
I just needed her.
When I slowed, she opened her eyes, this hazy look on her face. I moved down the length of her body, watching her the entire time, going slow so she knew my intent. When my face was right between her thighs, her musky, intoxicating scent slamming into my nose and filling my head, I closed my eyes and inhaled even deeper. I lifted my gaze and stared at her, and saw she watched me expectantly. “Anyone ever touch you like this, baby?”
She didn’t verbally respond, just shook her head slowly.
Good, I’ll be her first… everything.
I kept my gaze locked on hers as I dragged my tongue through her cleft, starting from her pussy hole to her clit. Over and over, I did this, licking her, lapping her up like she was an ice cream melting on one hot fucking day.
She tasted a hell of a lot better though. Addicting. Intoxicating.
I placed a hand on her belly when she started moving her lower half, squirming slightly as if she couldn’t help herself. I fucking loved that she worked herself on my mouth. Her flavor exploded along my tongue, and I hummed in approval.
“Fin!” she cried out my name when I sucked her clit into my mouth.
I licked and sucked on her, knowing I’d never get enough. I wanted to have my face buried between her thighs forever.
There was no stopping me, nothing able to sate me in this moment. I needed all of Kitty. And to ease some of the pressure in my cock and balls, I started dry humping the bed, moving my hips against the mattress, thrusting myself on the sheets like a fucking teenager trying to get off.
“Oh,” she said softly as if in surprise, and she really started working herself against my mouth at the same time she buried her hands in my hair. I groaned at how good it felt to feel her touching me while I ate her out. I knew she was going to come for me, and so I renewed my efforts.
I rolled my hips, moving my cock almost violently against the bed, because I was so fucking worked up.
“Fin… God, Fin I’m coming.” Those words were a broken cry from her as she pulled at my hair and gave it all to me.
I sucked her clit hard and rode out the orgasm with her, never stopping until she gasped and gently pushed at my head. I gave her pussy one more long lick before pulling away, rising up, and grabbing my dick. I stroked that thick, huge fucker from root to tip, used my pre-cum to lube myself up, and had my focus trained right on her exposed pussy.
I tasted her.
I smelled her.
She surrounded me.
“I want more,” she said and reached out for me. I rested my chest to hers, laced the tip of my cock right at her pussy, and stared into her eyes. I took her mouth in another hard, deep kiss, making her taste herself on my tongue. She dug her nails into the skin of my waist, pulling me closer, kissing me just as desperately as I was kissing her.
I leaned back, bracing my hands beside her, looking down at her. She was so fucking gorgeous, her pussy pink and wet, swollen from me eating her out.
The tip of my cock was still nudging her opening, and as I stared down at her, I started to push in. I stilled when only the head was partially lodged in and stared into her eyes. “Tell me you’re mine. Only mine.”
She licked her lips, her fingers flexing against me slightly. “I don’t want to ever be anyone else's.”
“That’s fucking right. You won’t ever be anyone else's, not if I have anything to do with it.”
And then in one fluid move, I buried my dick in her wet, tight virgin pussy.
Mine.
That lone word reverberated in my head over and over again, seeping into me until it was now a part of my being.
I’d felt that resistance of her innocence, power washing through me that no one would ever be able to claim her virginity but me.
It was mine.
She was mine.
Kitty gasped, her pain clear, and my heart broke at knowing I was the cause of her discomfort. I vowed from this point on to only make her feel good.
I cupped the side of her face and stilled, letting her get accustomed to my size, to being inside her. I was a big man overall, and I knew being buried in her—especially her being a virgin—was a shock to her body.
“Are you okay?” I tried to say those words in the gentlest tone possible.
She nodded just as her pussy clenched around my cock. I groaned at the brutal pleasure she brought out in me. “I’m okay.” She lifted her arms and wrapped them around my shoulders, and I leaned in to kiss her softly. I’d give her all the time in the world.
“You want to stop?”
“God, no.”
Thank fuck, because pulling out of her would have been the hardest thing I’d ever done in my life.
I gave her one more lingering kiss before I started moving. I swore she became even wetter with each thrust I gave her. I rose up on my forearms, so my upper body was now off hers, and looked down at where I was buried. I pulled my cock out so just the tip was lodged in her pussy and saw how wet my length was, could even see the streaks of her innocence on me.
God, that made me feel… so many fucking things.
I nearly came right then.
I kept that slow pace for so long I felt my heart race so hard I wouldn’t have been surprised if the damn organ busted through my chest.
I pushed in deep and nearly fucking lost it.
“Oh,” she gasped, and her eyes widened. I stilled, but she dug her nails into my skin. “Don’t stop. It feels good.”
The display of pleasure moving across her face was unmistakable, but I wanted to see more. I wanted to see her delirious from it.
And so I pushed into her once more before stilling. I felt her inner muscles ripple around me before she finally relaxed. I knew it had to hurt her, and that fucking tore at me. I didn't want to cause her any pain, but I couldn’t help the proprietary claim that washed over me.
No other man would experience her like this.
“I want more,” she whispered as she stared into my eyes.
I’d give her everything.
And so I started rocking back and forth, pushing my cock into her slowly and pulling it out. I kept a steady, even pace, knowing she needed to get used to me. But as the seconds moved by, my control was slipping. I felt more beads of sweat line my temple, cover my back. It wasn’t just because I was fucking Kitty, but because I was losing all my control.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.” I hadn’t meant to say that out loud. I felt like it made me weak, unable to hold off until my woman could find her release.