A Real Man Special Edition 2

by Jenika Snow

  I was a filthy fucking bastard, but she liked it, loved it. She moaned, begged for more. I’d give it all to her.

  She was so sweet, so soft. She was so fucking primed, her pussy soaked, her clit engorged. I was going to fucking destroy her cunt, tear it up until she’d never want another cock in her again, until she’d know that my dick was the only one that owned it … owned her.

  “Touch me,” she whispered, moaned.

  I knew if I touched her in just the right way, she’d come for me. I wanted to see her squirt, wanted to see the product of her climax. It would be because of me that she made the sheets soaked, that she cried out for more.

  And then I licked her pussy, licked right up her slit like I was savoring an ice cream cone on a hot fucking day. I held her pussy lips apart as I devoured her, lapping up the cream she was making just for me.

  “How much do you want me? How much do you want my big, thick cock stretching this virgin pussy, filling it up?” I leaned forward, so close I could feel her body heat slide along my lips. God, she smelled incredible.

  She breathed out hard, her body shaking, her need clear for me.

  “Tell me. Fucking tell me how much you want my big cock pushing through that virgin pussy of yours.” I shouldn’t have been pushing her like this, but I was so far gone right now, so damn insane with my lust. I wanted to fuck her so badly right now. I was desperate to hear her say she wanted me popping her cherry, stretching her, filling her with my seed.

  “Stretch my virgin pussy.”

  Christ.

  I couldn’t stop myself then. I ran my tongue right through the center of her again, lapping up her pussy. I was drunk on her, wanting my lips numb because I’d eaten her out for so long. I gave her clit one last lick, wanting her to come for the first time when I was buried in her pussy, when I’d claimed her virginity.

  I rose up, sliding my body along hers, feeling her tremble. I gripped her nape and just stared into her wide, innocent eyes. Beads of sweat trickled down between her breasts and I leaned down and licked at the droplets. Her chest was rising and falling, her nipples hard, pink little peaks that had my mouth watering. I didn’t stop myself from leaning forward and running my tongue up the valley, licking the droplets away, taking them into my very body.

  I ground my hard dick right up against her belly, and the sound she made had me groaning. “You feel that?” I didn’t give her a chance to respond. “You feel how hard I am for you, how ready I am to empty my balls inside of your tight pussy?” God, I was a filthy bastard. I couldn’t help myself, though.

  “I need you.”

  I tilted her head to the side, leaned in, and licked a straight path from her collarbone right to the base of her ear. “Once we start this, there’s no going back. Once I’m deep inside you, marking you, you’re mine irrevocably.” She had always been mine, but this would make it permanent, so fucking real that there was no turning back. “Now, if you want this, want me, tell me so, baby.”

  She nodded. “I want you. Only you. Fill me up.” She had her hands on my forearms now, her nails digging into my skin. My cock jerked.

  “No one else will ever have you,” I growled low. “I’m too possessive of you, too obsessed.” I thrust my cock against her belly, needing that friction desperately. I started getting rid of any clothing that was in my way, anything that stopped me from the end result. When we were both naked, I moved back and looked at her. She was spread out for me so beautifully, her legs open, her pussy glistening for me.

  I looked my fucking fill. I stared right at her little bared pussy, void of any hair, her skin pink, wet.

  I reached down and palmed myself. She was ready for me, and I didn’t want to wait any longer.

  “No more fucking around. I need to have my cock deep in your pussy.” I was ready to make her take it all, to make that wet spot on the bed when my seed slipped from her body.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  I was pressed against her a second later, had her in my arms, her warm, soft body pressed to mine, her tits full, her nipples hard. We’d be in a bed, where she was under me, her body so damn ready, her pussy glistening.

  She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I gripped both of her ass cheeks, clenching my hands around the firm flesh, spreading them slightly so I could envision sliding my cock between them, deep into her tight little hole. But no, I was going to fuck her pussy, claim her cherry as mine, make her full with my babies.

  I started kissing her then while I made my way to the bedroom. I had her in the bed seconds later and took a step back to look at her, to really fucking take her in.

  “Spread your legs for me; show me your juicy pussy.”

  She did what I asked right away.

  “I need you naked. I need you.”

  Fuck, this woman was going to be the death of me, was going to have all my self-control just fucking vanishing.

  What the hell am I talking about? My self-control is already shot.

  I stroked myself from root to tip, staring at her cunt, visualizing how much she’d stretch for me, how much she’d take.

  “Spread wider for me.” I wanted to see her pussy lips part, to see the inner pink of her.

  And then she did exactly what I wanted.

  I jerked off faster, harder, using my pre-cum to lubricate what I did. I kept my focus on her pussy, her pink, slightly swollen cunt lips, and the little clit at the top. I knew I wouldn’t last once I was inside of her.

  “That’s it, baby,” I breathed out harshly.

  She was mine.

  Only mine.

  7

  Fiona

  Yes. I was only his. I wanted this. I didn’t care if he was older, if he knew my father, if others might think I was crazy. I wanted his dick in me, wanted him to fill me up, stretch me to the point where the pleasure and pain combined as one.

  I looked down at the long, thick length of his cock, which he was stroking as he stared at me. He was huge and so hard for me. The sight of him jerking off, of him running the heel of his hand over the head of his cock, gathering the pre-cum and using it as lubrication, turned me on so damn much.

  And then he was between my thighs, his hands on my inner legs, his warm breath skating along my pussy. I was burning alive, needing this more than I needed to breathe.

  “I want to lick your pretty pussy, lick it until you cream all over my face, until you’re begging me for more, until you can’t even stand tomorrow because your legs might threaten to give out.”

  I was lost in a sea of pleasure.

  “I want to eat you out until you climax so many times you are addicted to me, so drunk off me that you’ll only ever want me to sate you.” He made a gruff sound as he moved up the bed. “But I can’t do foreplay right now. I need you to be crying out for me as I fill you up with my cock.

  “I’m going to be your first.” He stared right into my eyes. “I’ll be your fucking last.”

  In this moment he owned me. He slipped his hand down my neck, over my breasts, lingering on my nipples, and continued lower until he got to my belly button. He stilled, looking me in the eyes. “And I’m going to put my baby in here.” He added a little pressure to my belly, and I gasped.

  “Koehn.”

  “Since the moment I knew you were mine, I saved myself for you.” He thrust gently against me. “I’ve been celibate for years, baby, so fucking long, wanting you, needing you.” His voice was so gritty, and my breath hitched. He rested his forehead against mine, breathed in and out slowly for long seconds, and then he reached between us and placed his cockhead at my pussy entrance. He added a bit of pressure, not penetrating me but letting me know he was right there.

  “I’m yours,” I said without even thinking.

  He leaned in close but didn’t kiss me. “Yeah, you fucking are.” He kissed me hard. “God, I want you now. I need you.” He had his mouth back on mine. I couldn’t stop the small noise that left the back of my throat.

  I was already over the e
dge, waiting for him.

  He kissed me again, licking, sucking, drawing out my need, making me hungry for more … so much more. The hot, hard length of him pressed between my thighs, sliding up my slit, my cream making his movement smooth.

  I shifted, spreading my legs even wider.

  “God, I’m on fire,” he murmured. “You’re burning me alive, making me fucking insane with need.” He started rocking back and forth, thrusting his dick against me.

  “Let yourself go,” I whispered. I dug my nails into his flesh, unable to stop myself.

  He thrust hard, pressing against my clit, causing me to cry out for more, to beg him for it harder, faster.

  “Come for me, squeeze my cock, milk my balls dry.”

  Koehn thrust against me over and over until I was literally crying from the pleasure. He leaned in close, his warm breath tickling my ear. “I’m going to fucking tear you up.”

  I moaned for more, for him to do just that.

  He ran the tip of his tongue over the shell of my ear, and I shivered in response.

  “If you only knew the dirty fucking things I want to do to you, what I will eventually do to you.” He placed the tip of his dick right at the entrance of my body, making my breath stall, my body tense.

  I was so ready for this.

  I am so ready for this.

  “I’ll make you feel good, baby. So. Fucking. Good.” He smoothed his hands along my body. “Relax for me, let me in.”

  I tried to listen, tried to make this as seamless as possible. I was nervous but wanted this so badly.

  The wide head of his dick was pressed against me, nudging against my opening, gently pushing into me. I was so wet.

  “I hope you’re fucking ready, baby girl.”

  “I’ve never been more ready for something.”

  He stared into my eyes for a second before thrusting into me in one fluid move. My back arched, and my mouth opened on a silent cry. The pain was instant, intense. The feeling of his cock lodged deep in my body took my breath away, had my head pounding, tears tracking down my cheeks. But I wanted more, so much more. He stretched me so I didn’t even know if I could take another inch of him, if he could fit all the way inside of me.

  But I want him to try.

  I knew even if I wasn’t a virgin this still would have been a feat, taking all of him. Koehn was a large man, and what he packed between his legs was no different.

  He groaned above me, his entire body so hard, so tense. I could tell he had his self-control on lockdown. But I didn’t want him to have a tight leash on his desire. I wanted him to give it all to me, in any way he saw fit.

  “I need you to move, Koehn. I need you to fuck me.” God, I couldn’t believe those words came from me. He grunted, then started doing what I wanted, what I needed. And the more time that passed, the more Koehn’s actions became stronger, harder, as if his control was slowly vanishing.

  “So. Fucking. Good,” he gritted out. He was swinging his hips back and forth, plunging in and out of me. He thrust in so deep that I was moved up the bed. Over and over he did this, pushing into me before pulling out so just the tip of his cock was lodged at my entrance, promising to fill me up once more. He leaned back, staring down at where we were connected, getting an eyeful of his cock stretching my pussy.

  He slammed into me again and again. “Ah, hell.”

  I rose up slightly, wanting to see what he saw. His length was thick and long, and as he pushed into me and pulled out, I felt dizziness slam into me. My pussy cream covered his cock.

  “You like what you see?”

  “Yes,” I breathed out. He pulled out of me but shoved back in just as quickly. I closed my eyes and curled the sheets in my fists, knowing I’d come again for him.

  God.

  “Mine,” he groaned and tightened his hands, his fingers digging into me painfully, pleasurably. He thrust back into me in one fluid, powerful motion. He cursed and I grew wetter.

  “Faster, Koehn,” I begged. He moved faster, slamming his thick cock into me, going faster, harder. “Yes,” I cried out. I lost myself to the feelings. He curled his fingers into the flesh of my inner thighs, holding me down.

  “Fuck. Your pussy is so tight, so damn wet for me. You like me thrusting in and out of you,” he grunted. “You like feeling my big cock stretching your pussy, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I moaned.

  He thrust into me repeatedly, over and over, back and forth.

  “Fuck.” He grunted. “Yeah, baby.”

  He was so tense above me, his hips jerking, his cum filling me. I could feel it, the warm wetness of his seed being pumped into me.

  “Christ.”

  The pleasure went on, so long that I grew dizzy, my head pounding, my heart racing. My breath caught, and the pleasure finally dimmed. He sagged his big body on top of mine. I could barely breathe, but the weight was pleasurable, intense.

  “You make me complete,” he said and rolled off me but stayed close, his hand wrapped around my waist, his fingers digging into my skin.

  We both breathed harshly, our chests rising and falling, our bodies covered in sweat. It was such a turn-on. I shifted so I could look at his face. “You’re mine, too, you know,” I said, wanting to let him know that he wasn’t the only one who could say the words, mean them.

  “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you, so no fucking way I’ll let you go. No damn way you’re ever leaving me, baby.” He pulled me impossibly closer. He placed his hand right between my thighs. “This pussy has always been mine. Your cherry is now mine. No one will ever have you, will ever know what this sweet, juicy little cunt tastes like, feels like wrapped around a cock.” He added a bit of pressure, and I gasped. “My pussy, my woman.” He kissed me then, hard and deep.

  I didn’t care if anyone thought this was insane, that it was so far into the insta-love territory that it made me look like a fool. Being with Koehn felt right. It was right.

  I’d never question this, never question why I gave myself to him, why I wanted this.

  I was his. He was mine.

  There was nowhere else I wanted to be.

  There wasn’t anyone else I’d rather be with, rather spend my life with.

  Koehn

  Six months later

  I placed my hand on her rounded belly, our baby moving, kicking me and making me smile. Leaning down, I ran my lips over her belly, her skin warm, smooth.

  “My baby.” I lifted my gaze to Fiona. “My woman.” I moved up her body and cradled her to me. In the last six months I’d moved her in with me, wanting her to be with me always. She was finishing up school, but most of that was done at home online. That’s how I liked it, especially with her carrying my child. I wanted to protect her, wanted her to know that I’d always keep her safe.

  Hell, I was insatiable when it came to Fiona. I couldn’t keep my hands off her, and her glowing, her belly big, God, knowing I’d claimed her as mine, knocked her up … yeah, that fucking turned me on. Thank fuck she wanted me just as badly, was always ready to accept me, to let me fill her up.

  I kept my hand on her belly, rubbing my palm over her flesh back and forth. “I love you,” I whispered against the crown of her head. “I love you and I’m never letting you go.”

  She shifted and looked at me. “Good, because I’m never letting you go either.”

  Epilogue One

  Fiona

  Three years later

  I leaned against the side of the truck and watched as Koehn nailed in another board. Our house was coming together, and I couldn’t be more excited.

  A lot had changed in the last three years. We got married a year ago, and although I would’ve happily married him sooner, Koehn insisted I finish school first. He looked out for me, protected me, and there was no doubt in my mind that he was my soul mate. I got my degree, even got a position right out of college with a local business in town. And once we were married, a family was what I wanted desperately.

  I looked in
on our little girl, who slept in her car seat in the back. The wind picked up, and her golden tresses blew gently around her face.

  The baby I carried, a little boy, gave me a powerful kick. I ran my hand over my rounded belly and smiled. I only had two more weeks to go before I gave birth, and I couldn’t have anticipated it more.

  I pushed away from the car and walked over to where Koehn stood. He set his hammer on his workbench and turned to face me, a smile already formed as he looked at me. Beads of sweat covered his face and upper chest, and God, it turned me on. And the white T-shirt he wore, which was snug around his big, muscular body, was damp from him working out in the sun all day. God, he really was a real man.

  He was my real man.

  “Aggie sleeping?”

  I smiled and nodded. “Yeah, fell asleep as soon as we started driving.” He glanced around me at where the car sat a few feet away.

  He pulled me in for an embrace, and I didn’t care about the sweat, didn’t care that he was dirty. I liked it, in fact. It aroused me. He pulled back and got down on his haunches, framing my big belly with his hands. He pushed my shirt up, exposing my skin, and brought his lips to the roundness, kissing it sweetly. Then he started talking to our son, words that were too low for me to clearly make out, but I knew they were sweet, genuine, and full of pride.

  He stood, cupped my cheeks, and leaned in to kiss me. I tasted a bit of saltiness from his sweat, but more so I tasted his love for me. And then I felt the hard evidence of his desire pressed against my thigh, a long, thick indentation that instantly had me aroused. But instead of taking me back home and easing the ache between my legs, he gave me one more kiss before pulling back.