by Jenika Snow
Tugging her close, he slammed his lips down on hers, needing to taste her. Dropping her to the edge of the bed, he spread her thighs.
“Lie back. You’re going to enjoy this.”
She laid back and he tugged her panties off, going to his knees as he did. Running his hands up her thighs, he teased them open, and there was her pretty pussy. Soaking wet, a few curls covering her pussy lips.
Spreading them open, he stared at her clit … so swollen.
Unable to resist another moment without tasting her, he slid his tongue across her clit, sucking the bud into his mouth.
“Oh my!”
Glancing up her body, he watched as she arched up off the bed, shaking just a little. Stroking his tongue across her clit, back and forth, he smiled as she couldn’t seem to control the pleasure. She looked a little shaken by the force of her arousal.
She tasted so good.
He couldn’t get enough, he thought, sliding his tongue down to her entrance. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her, but he held himself back. He was going to claim that special piece of flesh for himself. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he bit down just a little, giving her some pain as he teased her pussy. Running his hands up her body, he cupped her tits, pressing them together to tease the hard buds. He pinched, then soothed them with his fingers.
“Yes, please, Deacon. I need it. I need you.”
“You’re going to come all over my face and then I’m going to take this pussy, Alexis. You’re going to belong to me.”
“Yes. Please, I want that,” she begged.
He loved hearing her beg, and over the next few months—and he hoped from this point on—they were going to have many opportunities of her begging him. Stroking the tips of his fingers all over her body, he continued to tease her clit, sucking and licking at her, feeling her pleasure build.
No man has ever touched her.
She’s all yours to do with as you please.
In that moment he couldn’t believe he’d been willing to deal with his friends. How could he pick them over her? Clearly, he needed to have his head examined.
Alexis was everything.
She was giving him all that he’d ever wanted on a plate.
There was no way he’d give her up, not for anyone or anything.
The woman, the baby, one day, maybe even the marriage. He would have it all. Now he just needed to get Alexis on the same page, on every single page.
11
God, they were really doing this. There was no going back now.
Alexis had never been this aroused before, had never wanted anyone as much as she wanted Deacon. He was so big, so strong and muscular. And as she looked at him—felt his arousal for her—she knew what she wanted.
I want his cock in my mouth.
Before she lost her nerve, seeing as she’d never actually given head before, she gently pushed him back and went to the floor, sinking to her knees. Looking up at him, she took in how masculine he was. His shoulders were broad, his muscles so pronounced on his chest and abdomen that her pussy clenched. He was cut, with definition and his tendons and sinew cut under the skin.
“Shit, Alexis, baby.”
His cock was right in her face, long and thick, the head bulbous, slightly bigger than the shaft. The tip was glossy with pre-cum and her throat tightened, mouth watering. She was so soaked between her thighs, so aroused she didn’t know if she’d be able to tame it. Her inner muscles clenched as she continued to stare at the massive size of him.
“Alexis … baby,” he groaned. “You keep looking at me like that and I’ll come before we even really start this.”
She breathed in deeply, not able to control herself. “I want this,” she finally said. “I want to taste you.”
He exhaled roughly. “Then open that pretty mouth and put my dick between those lips of yours.” His command was hard, unyielding. This was what she’d been wanting, fantasizing about for longer than she’d ever admit.
Leaning forward, Alexis felt her throat constrict and her mouth water even more. He grabbed a chunk of her hair, the sting of pain heightening her pleasure. She couldn’t hold back her moan, didn’t even try to.
“That’s it, baby,” he said when she opened her mouth. He started rubbing the tip of his dick along her lips, and she made a soft sound at the flavor. “How wet are you between those pretty thighs of yours?”
“So wet,” she breathed out.
“I bet you want to touch yourself, don’t you?”
She nodded.
“Go on, baby. Touch your pussy.”
She did as he said, running her fingers through her slit, moaning at how good it felt.
“Let me taste,” he murmured.
She lifted her hand and he grabbed her wrist, bringing the fingers to his mouth. He licked the digits clean, groaning as he did it.
“You taste so damn good. Open for me.” He moved the slick tip of his shaft along her lips again, over and over until she finally did as he said.
Alexis lifted her gaze to look at his face at the same time she sucked him into her mouth.
“Yes,” he hissed out. “Move your tongue around my dick, lick all that pre-cum off of the tip.” His obscene words fueled her, turned her on even more.
The salty flavor of his cum covered her tongue, and she couldn’t help but moan. He started thrusting himself in and out of her mouth, fucking her like she wanted him to do between her thighs. She might be a virgin but Alexis knew what she wanted, and what she needed and desired was Deacon claiming her as his.
His cum exploded on her tongue. Alexis wanted more, needed it. She didn’t know what had gotten into her and didn’t care either. She didn’t want this to stop.
She placed her hands on his muscular, thick thighs and started bobbing her head, taking as much as she could. Her nails were digging into his skin, and he hissed out but started fucking her mouth harder.
“Don’t stop sucking.” He ground the words out.
Alexis stared up at him still, her cheeks hollowed. She groaned at the salty flavor of him covering her tongue. Alexis needed some friction, at least a little rubbing motion on her clit, because she felt like she was dying.
Letting her mouth do the work, she started sucking him with fervor.
“That’s it, baby.” He grabbed her hair tighter. “You like my cock in your mouth, don’t you?”
Alexis nodded, her mouth so full of cock that when she moaned it was a muffled sound.
“Yeah, you do.” He started lifting his hips, thrusting his dick deeper, faster into her mouth. She gagged, her eyes watering, but loved that he was being so forceful, that he couldn’t control himself.
She couldn’t control herself either.
“Shit, baby. I need to be gentle, not act like a fucking madman,” he said and slowed, but she reached around and grabbed his ass, curling her fingers into the taut flesh. Although she couldn’t speak, her actions spoke loudly as he got the hint and started fucking her mouth again.
“As much as I want you getting me off with your mouth and tongue, I’m not coming until I’m deep in that little pussy of yours.” Her breathing stalled at his words. “I’m going to shoot my load so deep in your womb there won’t be any doubts of you getting pregnant tonight.”
Oh. God. They were really doing this.
12
Deacon’s need for her rose quickly. For a woman who’d never given head, she sucked his cock like it was a damn lollipop. It felt so good and she took him in deep. Seeing her beautiful body, gripping her hair, pulling it back from her head, he watched as she bobbed up and down, sucking on him hard.
“That feels so fucking good.” Pumping into her mouth, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. Tugging her head back, he pulled her into his lap. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he sank his fingers into her hair, holding her head still. Claiming her lips, she moaned, squirming against him.
He wanted inside her so badly but knew he had to wait.
She
was so much temptation and he’d been denying himself for what felt like a lifetime.
“Please,” she said. “I want you, Deacon. I don’t want to wait anymore. Fuck me. Put your baby inside me. I need it. Please.”
He groaned against her lips, turning her so that she was on her back, him leaning over her. She put her hands on his shoulders, and he stared down at just how beautiful she was.
He’d been wanting Alexis for a long time now. He only hoped now that he had her beneath him, he wouldn’t blow his fucking load like a horny teenage boy.
Kissing down her neck, he sucked on her pulse, moving down to her tits. Each nipple pointed up at him, waiting to be sucked. Taking one nipple into his mouth, he lathered the bud with his tongue before sliding over to deal with the other one. She arched up, gasping, telling him to take her.
“Let me get you ready first,” he said.
“I am ready. So ready.”
He smiled against her chest. Kissing down her body, he teased her belly button before settling between her thighs. Spreading her legs open, he stared at her gorgeous virgin pussy. So wet already but he wanted her to be soaking.
When he took her, she’d feel every inch and there would be pain. He didn’t want there to only be pain though; he wanted to completely drown her in pleasure as well. He opened the lips of her pussy, staring at her swollen clit.
Sliding his tongue against her clit, he sucked on her, hungry for her to come all over his face.
“Oh, that feels so good.” She thrust her pelvis up against him and he kept licking and sucking her. He wanted to plunge his tongue inside her cunt but he held back. He’d be taking her with his cock.
It didn’t take Alexis long to get off. She screamed his name, her body shaking as she came and did so hard. He pressed a hand to her stomach, keeping her in place as he licked and sucked at her pussy, drawing her to a second orgasm.
He’d been tempted to push her into a third but he didn’t want to shock her. Instead, he moved up between her thighs. His cock was rock hard, leaking pre-cum.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, I don’t know if I can feel anything.”
He chuckled. “I wanted you nice and wet.”
“I’ve got no problems with how you do that. You can do it all the time.”
He placed his cock at her entrance and watched as she paused, her eyes going wide.
“This could hurt.”
She nodded.
“I don’t want you to be afraid.”
“I want this.”
Staring into her eyes, he hesitated. She wasn’t going to like this anyway. Wanting to get it over with, he slammed in deep, tearing through the wall of her virginity. She cried out in pain and tried to push him away.
He filled her, going to the hilt within her. Holding her close, he took possession of her lips, feeling her slick pussy clench and tighten around his length. He didn’t want to hurt her, far from it.
He hated that he’d caused her any harm. Fucking hated himself for it.
“I’m so sorry, baby.”
“God,” she gasped. “It hurts.”
“I know. I know.” He kissed her neck and lips, trying to make it better. Nothing would make it better.
He stayed still within her. All he wanted to do was slam his cock in deep over and over again. He gave her time to grow accustomed to him, and shit, that took every single ounce of strength he possessed.
After several minutes, which felt more like hours, he felt her start to move, to wriggle. She slowly pulled back off his cock only to thrust up, taking more of him. He clenched his hand, trying to control himself.
“That doesn’t feel so bad.”
He wiped a tear from her eye as she got used to working his cock. Her tight pussy moved up and down his length. She was driving him nuts.
Counting sheep in his head, he tried to think of anything else that would keep his focus and stop him from completely blowing his load right then and there, spoiling all the fun.
Up and down, she worked his dick, taking her time. Her movements showed that she wasn’t used to being with a man.
Duh, her virginity told you that, stupid.
“Please, Deacon,” she said.
“What is it, baby?”
“Fuck me. I know I’m not supposed to be the one doing all the work.”
He chuckled. “You’re ready?”
“Yes, please, make it so good.”
She asked so nicely and felt so fucking good.
You stupid fuck, you’re supposed to be putting a baby inside her, not thinking about how good it all feels.
Taking hold of her hands, he placed them either side of her head, locking their fingers together.
Slowing pulling out of her pussy until only the tip of his cock remained, he stared in her eyes, and sank back inside her. He did this slowly, not wanting to hurt her. For several thrusts he did this, letting her get used to the feeling of his dick.
“More, harder,” she said.
Releasing her hands, he grabbed her hips and began to fuck her harder. Driving his cock in deep, filling her hard. Watching his cock sliding in and out of her, he saw the glossy red streaks of blood from her virginity and her cream. He felt something change within him. He’d just taken Alexis’s virginity, she was going to have his baby, and she would belong to him.
He knew this was going to change everything. There was no fighting these feelings.
13
The next day
The only thing Alexis had been able to think about since last night was Deacon. Hell, she couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d taken her virginity, made her climax … possibly gotten her pregnant. Although she wouldn’t know the latter for at least another month, she was stunned they were actually going through with this.
She shifted on the kitchen chair, so sore between her legs that it had a flush stealing over her body. But that knowledge, the realization of why she was so sensitive, had heat and desire moving through her.
She cared for Deacon … loved him. Although she didn’t know if she’d ever admit that to him.
Deacon had left earlier this morning for work, and although she’d wanted to stay pressed up against him in bed, their bodies naked, the post-euphoric high still consuming her, she’d acted like it wasn’t a big deal he had to leave. She had to play this cool and not act like she was already attached to him. This was a deal, a baby deal between two consenting adults. If he knew she was madly in love with him—even if he did admit he cared about her—how would he react?
She wondered if he regretted it. Alexis didn’t, and wanted more with him, not just having a baby.
Covering her face with her hands, she shifted on the chair and gasped slightly, that soreness there making her want Deacon all over again. He’d been so big, so thick and long, and he’d taken her like he wanted her above anything or anyone else.
“You really got yourself into it this time, didn’t you?” she whispered to herself and dropped her hands to the table, staring out the kitchen window across from her. Just then she heard the sound of Deacon’s truck pulling into the driveway next door. Her body had an instant reaction: sweat starting to form between her breasts, her nipples hardening, and her pussy becoming wet.
She’d become a fiend for Deacon in the worst possible way. Even her traitorous body became needy at just the thought of him, at the remembrance of what he did to her … could do to her.
Alexis didn’t move from her seat when she heard the car door shut, and then a moment later heard him knocking on her front door. Heart pounding and mouth going dry, she stood and made her way over to it.
Opening the door, she tried to feign calm and controlled but doubted she succeeded. There he stood, a dark T-shirt stretched across his muscular body, his jeans faded and dirty from him working all day.
“Hey,” he said and smiled, the corner of his mouth kicking up as he stared at her. “Figured I’d come and say hi before going to my place and cleaning up.”
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bsp; She shivered at the way he looked at her, the sound of his voice.
“Can I come in?”
She nodded and moved aside, closing the door behind them and leaning against it.
Alexis couldn’t help but think about last night, about how he’d made her come, about how he’d held her all night. He was so attractive, so powerful.
Standing, she had her hands in front of her, twisted her fingers together, and hated that she was this nervous. But she didn’t know what to think, how to react. This after-sex weirdness had a hold on her.
“You look like you’re uncomfortable being around me,” he said, his brows lowered over his eyes. She didn’t respond right away as she cleared her throat and made her way back into the kitchen. He followed. She turned and looked at him. He was so big and powerful, his body corded with muscles. Every feminine part of her fully appreciated it.
“Yeah, I guess I kind of am.”
He moved a step closer. She stayed in place, not sure if she should face this head on, or just run away because it was becoming awkward. But she was the one making this weird. She wanted to just be honest and tell him how she really felt, that she’d loved him for years, that although she did want a baby she only wanted one with him.
The silence stretched out even more, and they continued to hold each other’s gazes.
“I—” She started to speak but then snapped her mouth closed. “I don’t know what to say.” Alexis closed her eyes and exhaled. She needed to force the words out, because this awkward silence, this heaviness in the air, was too much. It would ruin things between them.
“You can talk to me about anything.” He shifted on his feet as if he too were getting nervous around her. “I mean, if you’re having second thoughts about all of this—”
Alexis shook her head, cutting him off. “Even if I was it might be too late,” she said, trying to lighten the mood even if that wouldn’t really do the trick. But he seemed to relax slightly and smiled.
He moved closer until he was now only a foot from her. It was then that she actually took a step back, as if her body was working on its own. She wasn’t afraid of him, but of herself, of how much she cared about him.