by Jagger Cole
And then, my mouth gives up the jig.
“I’m a virgin!” I blurt out. But actually, it sounds more like a single “imavirgin” word. Max freezes instantly. His face goes white, and he all but jumps away from me. I want to cry, instantly. My face caves, and my cheeks burn hot. I look away. “I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“What?” He breathes thickly.
“I’m…” I close my eyes tighter, trying to escape the embarrassment. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Oh fuck, sweetheart.”
The tone is different. Before, it felt like he was calling me sweetheart to be a prick. Now, it sounds tender. It’s like a lover’s whisper this time. He suddenly slides next to me on the bed. His hands instantly free my wrists. I curl into a ball, but he’s right there, curling around me. He draws me against his chest. It feels so protective and safe, and I find myself snuggling into him.
His arms surround me. His strong hands stroke my skin. He leans down and kisses the top of my head.
“Fuck, Tessa,” he groans. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”
“No, I am,” I mumble.
He growls. “Don’t you dare be sorry,” he hisses. “If I’d known… fuck, Tessa…”
“No, you didn’t…”
“I tied you up, for Christ’s sake,” he growls. I turn to look at him, and he looks terrible; stricken and horrified. “I never should have touched you,” he groans.
My eyes hold his. “But you did,” I whisper.
“Tessa—”
“And I’m glad you did.”
He frowns, looking confused. “The tying you up part…”
“It was good,” I whisper with a deep blush.
“I was rough with you,” he hisses.
My blush grows deeper. “I liked it, though,” I says softly. “I liked it a lot.” It’s mortifying but also freeing to say it out loud to him. It’s like admitting a dark fantasy, even if I never knew I had it.
Max groans. “Did you, now?” he rumbles. His hands hold me tighter. I feel his hardness surge against me. It’s thrilling to feel it, and my desire burns hot again. I turn into him. My eyes look up into his. My pulse is racing. I mean I’m naked, in the arms of a gorgeous naked man. This is all new for me, but I’m loving it.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “I did.”
“Don’t tell me that,” he groans.
“Why?”
“Because I’m a bad man, Tessa,” he growls darkly. “So don’t you dare tell me…”
“That I liked you tying me up and doing whatever you wanted to me?”
He growls so savagely that I gasp. “I’m fucking warning you, little girl,” he hisses.
“And I’m telling you,” I challenge.
“Tessa, I swear to God, stop, or there’s no way I’ll be able to stop myself.”
“I liked it,” I whisper.
He holds back for one second. And then his lips slam into mine. His arms tighten hard around me. And I know, I’m all his.
9
Max
I should stop. This girl is my prisoner. She’s a fucking virgin, for Christ’s sake. But that isn’t stopping me or slowing me down. It’s fuel for the fire burning hot inside of me.
I’ve wanted Tessa since the moment I laid eyes on her. I knew taking her was wrong, even for a criminal like me. But I knew it was happening no matter what. Yes, it was to punish her father. It was to buy my own freedom. But it was mostly her.
I never saw Tessa as a means to an end. I saw her as the prize waiting for me at the finish line. And now, she’s in my arms, asking me to take all of her. Maybe this is wrong. Maybe I’m even more of a bad guy than I think I am. But I know in my heart this is right. She was made for me, and I was made to have her. Now, I’m making it official, and making her mine and only mine.
Tasting her was heaven. Watching and feeling her come for me was a drug that addicted me instantly. The idea of taking her innocence and feeling her squeeze around my cock is almost more than I can imagine. Knowing that I’ll be the first, and the only, man to feel that pretty pussy open for him is more than I can bear.
My cock surges and thickens. I kiss her hard and deep, searing the feel of my lips into hers. I want all of me imprinted on her. I want her skin to know my hands even when I’m not touching her. I want her mouth to know the taste of mine over anything else. I want her tight little pussy to know the size of me filling it exactly how she needs it to be.
I wasn’t lying. Had I known this was all new for her, I wouldn’t have been so rough. Or at least I’d have tried not to be. But knowing she craves that as I do, has my desire surging. The animal part of me wants to flip her over, grab her by the hips, and fuck her like a beast from behind. I want to rut into her like a wild animal until she’s dripping with my seed.
But that might be later. This is her first time, and I won’t be selfish. Besides that, I want to watch her face when I push into her for the first time and take her cherry.
I’m still kissing her when I spread her legs wide. I move between her gorgeous thighs. My eyes center on her pretty pink pussy. She’s so wet, with drops of her desire glistening like dew on her lips. She looks so unbelievably tight, too. I glance down at my large, thick cock, and I wonder how I’ll even fit.
I stroke myself. Precum slips down my shaft and drips onto her. I reach for her, and my fingers stroke her pussy. Tessa whimpers, and her soft lips open for me. Oh, she might be tight as hell, and I might be huge. But I know damn well I’ll be fitting into that hot little cunt.
I move over her. My eyes hold hers as I guide my cock to her entrance. I pause with my crown brushing her lips, and she whimpers.
“Tessa,” I growl.
“Please, Max,” she begs.
“You’ve got one chance,” I groan. “One chance to tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want it to be me, Tessa. I’m a criminal, sweetheart. I’m a bad, bad man. Tell me you’re waiting for some pretty-boy doctor to sweep you off your feet, and I’ll stop. But you get one fucking chance, baby.”
She gasps, and her hands slide up my arms. “I’ve already been swept off my feet,” she moans. “But it wasn’t by some pretty boy doctor.”
“No?” I growl.
She shakes her head. “It was by a thief. A bad man.”
“Tessa…”
“A bad man who makes me want to be bad. A bad man who makes me feel what I’ve never felt before,” she gasps. “Max, you want me to say no?”
I groan at her words.
“Well I can’t do that. I don’t want you to stop, Max. I want you to take me.”
God himself couldn’t stop me now. I growl and push my hips into her. My thick head slips between her pretty lips. Tessa gasps, but I push gently. She’s so fucking tight, but she starts to open for me slowly. My head sinks in. I hiss in pleasure through clenched teeth. Christ, she’s so hot and wet; so fucking tight like a silk glove.
I grunt, and I push again. More of my cock sinks into her, and suddenly, I feel myself pushing through her virginity. Tessa gasps and grips me tight. I hold her gently and I kiss her firmly. I feel her relax under me, and I keep going. With a snarl, I push more of my thickness into her. This time, I don’t stop. I keep giving her more of me, until every thick inch of my dick is buried inside of her hot little pussy.
“Oh God, Max!” she cries out. Her legs wrap around me and lock at my back. She holds me there, gasping. Her pussy flexes and squeezes around me, and I groan in pleasure. I kiss her mouth roughly, and she eagerly returns it. She sucks on my lower lip, and her pussy clenches me tightly.
I draw out and then plunge back into her wetness. Tessa moans eagerly for more, and I won’t deny her that. I grunt and thrust again. This time, I give her every inch at one. She gasps, and her eyes widen. But it’s pure lust on her face. She urges me on with her hips and her legs around my waist. Her fingernails dig into my skin, and she bites my lip.
The spike of pain mixed with pleasure taunts me. It brings out the beast in me. I sna
rl and rut into her harder. Tessa squeals and urges me on even more. She rocks her body into me as if to tell me to go faster and harder. So I do.
My cock pushes deep into her newly de-flowered pussy. It’s the sweetest heaven with every thrust. I kiss her passionately, my lips bruising hers.
“Harder,” she gasps. “Make me all yours.”
I snap. I’ve been gentle and made sure I haven’t hurt her. But now it’s time to show her how a man takes his woman. I groan and slip out of her. But just as she frowns at me stopping, I grab her hips and flip her over. Tessa moans when I push her face down in the bed. I reach over her and grab the binds on the bed. I tie it tight around her wrists again, and she whimpers.
“Oh God, Max!”
“Let me show you how naughty girls get fucked by bad, bad men,” I snarl. My cock surges at the sight of her tight ass arched up and ready for me. I grab her hips and pull her back. My cock centers, and I drive it home. Tessa gasps in pleasure, and I groan. I plunge into her roughly. I fuck her tight little pussy with every inch of my fat dick. Her sticky juices coat me and soak the sheets.
“Max! I… I’m going to…”
“Fucking come for me,” I rasp into her ear. I grab her hair in my fist and push it aside. I kiss her neck roughly, and I can feel her pussy clench and grow even wetter around me. “Come on my dick, baby,” I hiss right into her ear. “Come now for me. My cock is yours, Tessa. And this little pussy is all fucking mine. Mine and only mine; to lick, tease, fuck, and claim.”
I rut into her as Tessa starts to come for me. Her pussy squeezes me so tight. It’s like she’s trying to wring the cum from my balls. And she’s going to succeed. I groan, and my willpower crumbles. Feeling her quiver and come for me for the very first time ends me. I snarl and feel my cock surge inside of her. My cum spills hot and sticky into her. I growl and grip her hips tightly. I hold myself there until I’ve given her every drop.
In the aftermath of the animal fucking, I feel possessively gentle again. I stay inside of her, but I gently untie her wrists. Tessa moans softly. She curls into me as I move us onto our sides. I keep my dick in her hot little pussy. If I had it my way, I’d never ever leave her silken heat.
Tessa turns in my arms. Her eyes hold mine, and she starts to smile widely. I grin back and lean in to kiss her.
“Is it always like that?” she whispers innocently.
“It will be with you and I, sweetheart. I can promise you that.”
I’m still hard. I’ll always be hard for her. I keep kissing her when my hips start to move. Tessa moans softly, and it’s all I ever need to hear again.
10
Tessa
Lying in Max’s arms in that crumbling loft space is perfection. It’s a crazy thing to think on so many levels. But it’s the only word I can come up with for how I’m feeling. It feels as though I’ve been searching my whole life for this moment. And now I feel like a puzzle that’s finally been put together.
I know this is inane, too. I mean this man whose arms I’m lying in is the same man who kidnapped me off the street. I went from tied up and cursing him to giving him my virginity… while tied up, I think with a blush.
But it doesn’t feel tawdry or cheap. The room might be crumbling walls and water-stained ceilings. The bed might be lumpy and plain. But it might as well be a palace, because I feel like a princess in Max’s arms.
My entire body is still tingling from several orgasms he’s just given me. After that first time, we’ve gone three more times—four total. I teased him about needing a break after the third time, and he went ahead and pinned me down to take me again. After that it was me begging for mercy; and a breather.
I turn in his arms to look at him. For a moment, I think he might be sleeping. His eyes are closed, and his breathing is regular. He still looks rough and hard, but asleep, he looks peaceful, too. So far, I’ve only known Max under these crazy circumstances, looking haggard, wounded, and as if he’s in the middle of a fight. Sleeping Max looks like he could be any devilishly handsome man sharing a bed with his lover.
His eyes suddenly open, making me gasp. “Boo,” he grins.
I scrunch up my nose and prod him with my finger. “I thought you were sleeping.”
“I know,” he chuckles. Seeing him laugh brings heat to my core. The sound of his happiness is like a soothing balm. I like Max smiling and laughing.
He frowns curiously. “What’s going on in that pretty head?”
“Nothing,” I say quickly, embarrassed.
He smirks. “Don’t make me put my mouth on you again to tease it out of you.”
I groan and blush. “I might die if you do that to me again,” I giggle. “Not before I sleep or eat something.”
Max smiles and draws me close. “Tell me, sweetheart.”
“Fine,” I sigh. “I was thinking you looked peaceful when you’re asleep.”
“Even though I wasn’t actually sleeping.”
“Even with that,” I smile. “Peaceful is a good look on you.”
He grunts. “Me and ‘peaceful’ aren’t very well acquainted.”
“Have you been doing this a long time?”
“Kidnapping beautiful girls off the street and ravishing them in my secret lair?” I scowl instantly. But Max laughs and hugs me close. “I’m joking, baby. I’ve never done this before.”
I pout, simmering with green jealousy. Max smiles and bends his head. He kisses me slowly, and the jealousy fades. “I like you like this,” he growls.
“What, mad?”
“Jealous,” he grins.
“I meant have you been doing this sort of life for long?”
“Crime?” He shrugs. “My whole life, Tessa. I was born in the gutter and had to fight for every scrap. Columbia Med School ain’t exactly knocking on the doors of guys like me.”
“You can always change it,” I say softly. “I know that sounds like a lame Hallmark card coming from the girl born with a silver spoon. But you can.” I smile. “Especially with that two million you’re trying to get from my dad.”
Max smiles. “There’s not gonna be a two million, sweetheart.”
I frown. “You don’t think he’ll pay?”
“Nope,” he growls. “I know he won’t.”
My brow creases. “Why not?”
He grins. “Because the money was supposed to be for you,” he growls. “And I’m not ever giving you up. Not for all the money in the damn world.”
My lips press to his instantly. I kiss him deeply, and his arms circle me. But then suddenly, he stiffens and pulls away.
“Max?”
“Shh,” he says quietly. His eyes harden. His body tightens and coils. He suddenly lets go of me and slips from the bed. He grabs his gun from where I left it on a table near the sofa. I tremble as he cocks it and goes still.
Then I hear it too. It’s the sound of footsteps trying and failing to be quiet coming up the staircase, and it sounds like a lot of footsteps. Max’s eyes dart to me.
“Get some clothes on, baby,” he hisses. “Fast.”
I bolt from the bed and start tugging my clothes back on. Max does the same, pulling his jeans up and grabbing a button up plaid shirt from the back of the sofa. He winces at his wound, but we’re both silent.
“Do we have a plan here?” I whisper.
He smiles grimly. “The door is rigged to blow. Wait until they’re all at the door,” he growls quietly.
The footsteps keep coming. God, it sounds like there’s twenty people out there. But at last, they stop, and I know it means they’re clustered outside the door ready to come in.
“Cops?” I whisper?
Max shakes his head. “Cops would’ve come in through the windows.” He looks at me grimly. “I think this is your father.”
I hear muttering from the other side of the door. Max reaches under the bed and pulls out a black box with a button on it. He glances at me. “Cover your ears, sweetheart,” he growls. “One…”
I cover my
ears.
“Two,” I see him mouth. But before he can say three, thunder erupts through the door. I scream as he tackles me behind the couch. Gunfire sprays the room and peppers the back wall with holes instantly. The windows shatter. Brick dust flies into the air. Max grabs me tight and reaches for the box. Our eyes meet, and he kisses me. Then he pulls me down and covers me with his body.
I feel the boom before I hear it muffled through my hands and Max’s body covering mine. The whole building seems to shake with thunder. Then it goes utterly silent. Max waits a second and then rises from me. His hands pull me up. I’m shaking when I finally open my eyes and pull my hands from my ears.
“Holy shit,” I breath.
The doorway is just a smoking black hole now. It looks like someone drove a train through it. Thankfully, the blast has been so big that I don’t even see a trace of any of the men who were shooting at us.
“We need to move, Tessa,” Max grunts. He holds out his hand, and I take it. I know wherever he goes, I’m going to go. He helps me through the charred doorway hole and out onto the landing. We hear a groan and the click of a gun hammer. Max whirls and pulls his own gun out. He fires first, and the sole survivor of the blast slumps against the wall. My eyes widen in horror.
“I… I know him,” I gasp. I don’t know his name, but I’ve seen him before… at my father’s house.
Max grits his jaw. “Your father’s men?”
I nod slowly. It feels like I’m underwater. I knew my dad was a bad man. Hearing about what he’s up to now only made it worse. But this?
“They… they knew I was here,” I whisper.
“Tessa…” Max says gently.
“No, I mean I know he sent them for you, but they just started shooting!” I’m starting to shake. “And he knew I was here with you!”