Buckle Up, Buttercup

by Gigi Thorne

  He was a stranger, but I didn't care. Who was there to judge me? This was the reason I'd left the village behind, why I'd chosen to move to a smaller town. So I could be myself. So I wouldn't feel the judging looks of every person I knew on my back. I didn't want anybody to know me. And here, I wasn't Winnifred O'Connor. I was just Winnie, and Beau wanted me despite that - or maybe, better yet, because of it.

  I peeled myself out of the catsuit, letting my hair down from the ponytail until my blonde waves fell down my back. I looked bright-eyed and scared, my lips parted in anticipation. I wasn't going to strip that night - the catsuit itself was revealing enough, showing off every curve on my petite body. It was supposed to be my introduction, the first time dancing for an audience... But Beau had taken me away from it all, and if I was being honest with myself, I was more than a little relieved.

  I took the white terrycloth robe hanging on the door and wrapped it around my naked body, my fingers trembling as I tied it in the front. I left the bathroom and stood in front of the door, too afraid to look up and see Beau. But every inch of my body felt him standing there, his eyes tracing my every movement as I undid the tie I'd just made, letting the robe pool around my feet as it fell off my shoulders.

  "Darlin'," he muttered as I slowly raised my eyes to his. "You're so beautiful. So sweet. Come here."

  I stepped forward shyly, approaching him with slow, measured steps until he pulled me forward and I was standing between his spread legs, his knees holding me in place.

  "Don't move," he told me, his fingers knotting in my hair as he got up.

  My breath hitched as he walked around me, inspecting every inch of my body. He took his time, moments ticking by as he stroked my skin, a finger meeting my thigh, a brush of his breath against the back of my neck.

  "Please," I whispered, but he pressed his finger to my lips.

  "No words, darlin'," he groaned. "Let me admire what I'm going to have tonight, and every day for the rest of my life."

  I was about to object, but there was no denying how good his words made me feel. I wanted him touching me. I wanted his hands on me. I wanted so much more.

  My naked body shivered in the sudden breeze, and Beau wrapped me up in his strong arms. There was a certain vulnerability to it, being exposed like this and folding into his embrace when he was fully clothed and I was wearing absolutely nothing.

  "Cold?" he whispered in my ear, and I nodded. "I'll warm you up, Buttercup. I'll warm up that belly from the inside."

  Goosebumps erupted all over my skin as he grabbed me, carried me over to the bed and made me lie down on my back.

  "I'm going to taste every inch of you tonight," he told me, and my back arched as his mouth lowered itself on my pebbled nipple, sucking it between his teeth and biting down gently. "That's right, darlin', just let go, let me have you. Let me taste this sweet little body of yours..."

  I couldn't help the moan escaping my lips, desperate for more of his attention and eager to please him in any way he wanted.

  "Let me touch you," I begged him, but he grabbed me by the wrists and pinned them to the bed instead.

  "No," he growled. "You're all mine tonight. You can explore me some other time, but tonight..."

  He flicked his tongue over my nipple, his hands going under my butt and gently propping me so he could stare at my shaved, dripping pussy.

  "Tonight I'm going to enjoy you," he muttered, lowering his lips to kiss my navel, and then, as I gasped, to my hipbone, kissing a line down to my waiting clit.

  He parted my folds, making my heart pound as his lips focused on finding my bundle of nerves, sucking it into his mouth and bringing me pleasure I'd only read about before. My back arched and his mouth filled with me as I moaned my release out for the world to hear. But as I'd witnessed, there was nobody around for miles... Nobody around to hear me moaning like a heathen.

  "Are you sure you're ready?" he asked me, lifting his head, his feverish gaze meeting mine. "I know this is fast... Sudden..."

  "Please," I begged him. "Let me have you..."

  He grinned, reaching for his shirt and peeling it off his back. Suddenly I was face-to-face with his incredibly sculpted, tanned body. He was muscular, his abdomen like the ones I'd seen on models in magazines. He was sexy as hell, and as he reached for the buckle of his jeans, my body responded the only way it could - with desperation.

  I got up to my knees, desperately ripping at his jeans, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his clothes until his cock sprang free. It was thick and throbbing, the head dripping with clear liquid, so long it made my eyes widen and move back on the bed, suddenly afraid of what was going to happen next.

  "You're never going to fit inside me," I whispered, my eyes going from his to the cock between his legs, his strong hands now stroking, making him groan out loud with the need he felt for me. "You'll never be able to enjoy this..."

  "You leave that up to me, darlin'," he drawled, reaching for me and making me squeal as he pulled me up against him by the legs, spreading me open for him. "I'm going to fit just fuckin' fine, don't you worry about a thing. I'll always make it fit..."

  3

  Beau

  Lying beneath me, she was the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen, and I couldn't get enough of her.

  My eyes drank in her curves, the pretty little pink pussy which was getting wet just for me, and her tits with their gorgeous light nipples. I wanted nothing more than to claim her, and finally, I stopped resisting the urges taking hold of my body.

  "You're mine tonight, darlin'," I growled against her mouth, claiming her lips in a demanding kiss. "I'm going to make sure you know I'm the best you'll ever have."

  She moaned as I lowered my mouth onto her belly, kissing a line and pressing the tip of my cock to her entrance urgently, demanding she let me in.

  "Wait, please," she whispered, and I barely managed to stop, my feverish eyes going to hers and silently asking for an explanation.

  She blushed deeply, refusing to answer right away and eliciting a groan from me.

  "What is it, Winnie?" I asked her roughly. "Tell me what's going on, darlin', I deserve to know..."

  "I'm a virgin," she blurted out, and my eyes nearly popped out of my head as she rushed to explain. "I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner... I was just so scared you'd be disappointed, that you wouldn't want me anymore. I didn't want you thinking I was some little girl..."

  I gently pressed a finger against her lips, giving her a devoted look that made goosebumps erupt all over her flesh.

  "I'm never going to judge you, Winnie," I told her gently. "But I want to make sure you're ready for this. Ready for me..."

  I rubbed my precum-soaked tip over her clit and her back arched as I whispered in the shell of her ear.

  "I'm never going to do something you don't want," I promised her softly. "So if it's too much for you, you need to tell me. Alright, darlin'?"

  She nodded feverishly, her lips desperately trying to find mine.

  "I know it's soon," she whispered. "But I want it to be you. I don't want anybody else. I've been saving it for somebody special, and I know it's you. I don't want anybody else."

  I groaned, her words making me lose my fucking head as she parted her pussy lips and guided me inside her. My cock met resistance inside her pink pussy, her sweet little cherry trying to stop me from claiming her as my own.

  "Are you sure?" I ground out, and she nodded desperately, so ready for me her sweet cunt was dripping all over my cock. "Alright, darlin'. I just want to give you what you want... Let me have your cherry."

  "Take it," she begged, and I plunged my length inside her, taking her innocence and breaking through her walls while she cried out from the sudden intrusion. "I'm sorry, darlin', I know it's going to hurt at first."

  "Please, Beau," she whispered. "Keep going, I don't want you to stop. Please, keep going..."

  "I'll never stop," I growled. "I'll never fuckin' stop taking you, Buttercup. You're all mine now. F
eel that? Feel how your pussy is taking me? You need it so badly, don't you, darlin'?"

  "I do," she cried out. "I need it, need you fucking me, need you taking me."

  "I'll never stop," I repeated as I drove myself deeper. "Never fucking stop, darlin'."

  She moaned for me, making my cock throb inside her pussy, discovering new territory and claiming it in my own name. I knew already I'd never be able to let go of my Winnie. I didn't give a shit about anybody else. No one would be able to take her away now. She was all fucking mine.

  Her pussy adjusted to my size, and I felt her walls tightening around my cock, desperately pulling me in deeper and taking my cock as if it had belonged right there, inside her, all along.

  "You didn't put a condom on," she breathed, and I grinned down at her.

  "No, I didn't, darlin'," I groaned out loud. "I want to be bare inside you, I want to fuck you raw."

  The moans escaping from her lips made her sound like a needy little thing, only making me want her more and more. I couldn't stop, kept driving into her with more and more force until she started whimpering.

  "Ever had an orgasm, darlin'?" I growled in her ear. "Ever felt like this before?"

  "N-No," she stuttered. "Keep going, Beau, please keep fucking going."

  I drove into her again and again, too taken by her beauty, by the tightness of her pussy, to worry about anything else. I needed so much more. I needed her submitting to me fully, letting me have all of her. But I knew I was getting close, my cock demanding the release I'd wanted since I first lay eyes on her in that strip club.

  I pulled out of her and she protested with a moan as I wiped my cock on the sheets.

  "I want to taste you," I groaned at her. "I want to fill my mouth with your fucking cherry, darlin'."

  She wiped her legs with the sheets, leaving a little blood on them. She really was a fucking virgin... Not that I'd expected her to lie, but I couldn't believe how she'd managed to keep men off her with how beautiful and innocent she looked. If I'd met her sooner, there's no fucking way I would've waited until her eighteenth birthday.

  "Happy birthday, darlin'," I groaned against her lips before leaning down to suck her sweet clit into my mouth.

  Her back arched as I started to eat her out, desperate but finding release between my lips. I filled my senses with her, the scent of her arousal, the fucking sweet taste of her no longer virgin cunt. She was so tight, so sweet, so innocent. So fucking perfect for me. I knew she meant trouble. I knew she was going to be a problem, because of who I was, because of what I needed from her. But there was no way I could have resisted at that moment.

  I grabbed her thighs and forced them apart, opening her up for my hungry mouth. I wanted to devour her. I wanted her to come all over my tongue. I wanted nothing more than her sweet juices spilling onto my waiting tongue. And as if on cue, her little body started to spasm, filling my mouth with the cream of her release.

  "Fuck," she cried out. "What's happening, Beau?"

  "That sweet little pussy of yours is coming, Buttercup," I ground out, holding her legs open and latching onto her pussy so I wouldn't miss a drop.

  My eyes went up to hers, and we stared at each other for several long, delicious seconds until she threw her head back and filled me up. I lapped at her hungrily, her hips desperately pushing against my lips, demanding I give her the release she hadn't known she'd been craving.

  "Delicious," I growled at her, and as she came down from her orgasm, I climbed on top of her and kissed her deeply, making her taste herself on my tongue. "I love how sweet you are, darlin'. So fucking sexy. I could lick that tight little cunt for the rest of my life."

  She grabbed onto my hair, her fingers holding on tightly as I eased my cock back inside her well-licked pussy. She was bucking against me like a wild animal, desperate for me to keep thrusting inside her, and I didn't let her down. With every movement of my hips, I got wilder about her, never having enough of her sweet innocence.

  "You need to put a condom on," she gasped, sensing how close I was to my own release. "Please, Beau..."

  I groaned and pulled out of her, rummaging in my nightstand drawer and bringing out a packet of condoms. I handed one to her, grinning wickedly as she took it in her little trembling fingers.

  "You put it on, darlin'," I told her. "If you want it so fucking bad..."

  She ripped it open clumsily and her hands shook as she started putting it on my hard, throbbing length. Her eyes went to mine, and we stared at one another, with me daring her to stop. But she wouldn't, not until she'd put it on properly and it was firmly in place.

  "Get on all fours," I growled at her. "I want you on your hands and knees begging to have your cunt filled up."

  She didn't hesitate, turning around as I worked my cock and getting into the perfect position that made me harder than ever.

  "Beg," I ordered her, and she moaned loudly before starting to whisper, making my cock strain against the latex.

  "Please, Beau," she begged, wiggling her curvy little ass at me. "I want you to take me like this... I want to be all yours. I want you to have me... All of me."

  I traced a finger over her dripping hole and her moans turned into surprised gasps as I touched my fingertips to her puckered asshole just above it.

  "What if I want this?" I growled out, and she shivered. "What if I want to take your tight little asshole too, Buttercup?"

  "N-No," she stuttered, but I could tell she was desperate for it.

  I rubbed my cock over her entrance and she kept gasping, one little sound after another, scared and yet excited, needing me to break down her barriers and enter the one hole she hadn't let me have yet.

  "I want to come in your pussy," I told her roughly, rubbing my tip between her ass and her pussy, making her moan. "I'm going to take it, and I'm going to make it fucking mine, darlin'."

  She mewled, and I parted her ass, getting a good fucking look at what I was going to claim for myself.

  I thought about it for a split second and decided to go for it. I wanted to feel her bare. Nothing between us. I wanted her naked pussy creaming my cock the way it was meant to be - not with a fucking barrier separating us.

  I rolled the condom off, reaching in front and gently pushing it between her lips. It took her a second to realize what I'd done, but the moment she did she started moaning for me, desperate and needy for me to claim so much more than just her no-longer-virgin pussy.

  "Fucking shit," I ground out as I buried myself in her cunt. "You feel so perfect clenching on me, Buttercup. So fucking perfect. I can't get enough. Never fucking will. Come on my cock, darlin', let me feel you squeeze it for me."

  I grabbed onto her long blonde hair, pulling it back until she was looking up at me, her ass seductively positioned beneath me, with my cock buried to the hilt inside her.

  "That's right," I told her gently, kissing the hollow of her throat as she looked up at me with desperate eyes, her teeth clenched on the latex. "I'm going to fill you up, Buttercup. You better buckle the fuck up, because I'm going to ride you until you squirt all over my cock..."

  She let out a yelp as I fucked her, and I gently pried the condom away from her, leaving her mouth open so I could listen to her delicious little moans and whimpers.

  "You want it like this, don't you?" I asked her, my fingers gliding along her throat. "You love it like this, darlin'."

  "I do," she whispered. "Keep fucking, Beau, I want you to fill me up."

  My cock responded to her request, throbbing inside her and making her pussy spasm wildly, clenching tightly around me and bringing me pleasure like I'd never known before.

  "So fucking good, Buttercup," I groaned, and tugged on her hair harder, making her squeal and giggle. "You're going to come for me now, darlin'. I wanna feel that pussy coming on me."

  I reached between her legs, pinching her engorged little clit between my fingers hard. She bucked against me, her eyes fluttering open and closed over and over again as she started to com
e. It pushed me over the edge too, and I grunted, letting it all out inside her sweet little cunt.

  I felt my seed dripping into her, pouring into her fertile cunt, and I pushed deeper until I hit her cervix, knowing full-well how dangerous it was to fuck her like that. But she wouldn't let me stop, pushing her ass up as I fucked her, taking it all and then some.

  I collapsed on the bed with Winnie in my arms, my cock still buried inside her sweetness as she gasped over and over again in my shaking arms.

  "Never let go of me," she whispered, and I felt my cock leaking the last of its seed deep inside her.

  "Never," I promised her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Fucking never, darlin'."

  4

  Winnie

  I slept like a baby that night, not waking up once after Beau tucked me into bed, holding me tight as I drifted off to sleep. I was drunk on him, on the way he held me, the way he'd fucked me, how he'd taken control of every last bit of me. I couldn't get enough of it.

  His strong arms felt so good wrapped around me it rocked me into a sleep deeper than I'd had for years.

  I woke up in the early morning, with the sun rising and birds chirping outside. I felt full and strangely happy, a smile playing on my lips as I crawled out of bed, careful not to wake Beau up. He grumbled and tried to pull me back, but I wanted to surprise him with breakfast in bed, so I did my best to get away quietly.

  Of course, I was also curious about the estate we were on. From what I'd seen the previous night it was absolutely enormous, and I wanted to get a good look around before Beau woke up.

  I crept down the stairs into the gorgeous kitchen tiled with marble and equipped with everything a girl could wish for. My hands glided over the smooth surface of the bar, my eyes resting on the state-of-the-art cooking appliances. I could really cook in here... But of course, I was assuming things. Surely I wouldn't be in the house for much longer.

  Or maybe, just maybe, Beau was serious about this. As serious as he'd sounded in bed the night before.