by Jenika Snow
“I need you,” she whispered, and that plea went through my entire body. I slipped a finger under the edge of her underwear, running the digit up and down the soaked material. I stared at her face as I pulled it aside. I looked back between her thighs and stared at her exposed pussy.
God. So fucking hot.
“Touch me.”
A guttural groan left me, and I couldn’t hold back. I leaned forward and attacked her pink flesh like a starving man. I was starving for her, dying to have her flavor on my tongue, down my throat.
The musky, sweet smell and flavor of her exploded on my tongue. I licked and sucked at her harder. The sounds she made had me insane.
I kept her panties pushed to the side and pulled her pussy lips apart with my thumbs. And then I flattened my tongue and slowly dragged it up her slit. I sucked her clit into my mouth at the same time I teased her pussy hole, not penetrating her but letting her know I was right here, ready to take her.
She tasted so fucking good, sweet with a hint of musk that drove me fucking insane.
I sucked on the hard bundle of nerves at the top of her mound with increasing force, wanting her to come from this alone, needing her to do this for me like I needed to fucking breathe.
“God, yes. Yes.”
And then she did explode for me. I didn’t stop working my mouth on her, didn’t stop drawing the pleasure from her body.
She had a grip on my hair, pulling the strands hard enough that my pleasure and pain went up a notch. I grunted but didn’t stop what I was doing. I was so fucking turned on that I didn’t even hide the fact I was all but fucking the air, pushing my cock into the nothingness and wishing I was in her pussy right now.
I pulled away, trying to stay calm but having a really fucking hard time at it. The sight of the post-climatic high covering her face had my entire body strung tight.
“Take me to my bedroom.” She whispered the plea to me. Her cheeks were red from the orgasm I had given her.
I had her in my arms as soon as the words left her mouth. We were in the bedroom in a matter of seconds. I wasn’t about to waste time before having my dick so far up in her cunt she didn’t know where she started and I ended.
I kicked her bedroom door shut with my foot and strode to her bed. Once I had her steadied on the ground, I took a step back. “Get on the mattress and lie back with your legs spread as wide as you can get them, baby.”
She did what I said without any hesitation, and a deep, approving noise left me. When she had her legs spread wide and I saw how pink and wet she was, I ran a hand over my mouth, trying to rein in my control.
“Fuck, baby. Yeah, that’s so it.”
Her clit was hard, and the crack of her ass and roundness of her cheeks called out to me. I’d be fucking her ass at some point, pushing my dick through the tight ring of muscle and claiming that part of her as well.
For a moment all I did was stare at her, at the pussy that was mine and no one else’s.
“God, yes, Rye.”
“Say you’re mine,” I ordered, needing her to say the words again and again, needing her to be drunk from it all.
“I’m yours.”
Yeah, she is.
Slowly I moved my gaze from her pussy to her face. I held her attention with my own, making it known nonverbally that we were now connected. Once I had my cock up in her, claimed her, marked her, no other male would touch her. They wouldn’t even fucking dare to look at her, fucking think they could have her.
She was the only woman who meant more to me than anything else on this fucking planet. And I’d make sure she knew that every single day for the rest of her life.
6
Jessa
I was on my bed, totally naked, and my legs spread so wide my inner thigh muscles protested. Rye looked at me like he was barely hanging on to his control.
Hell, he looked like he was about to snap, and I wanted that, needed it. Before he came a step closer, I watched as he started taking his clothes off. The air was thicker than before, so hot, so humid. I was hyperventilating, my arousal like a living entity in me, my need so strong that I couldn’t think straight.
He removed his shirt, his muscles and tattoos so pronounced, so masculine that I felt wetness slip from my pussy, my lust climbing higher and higher. My throat was tight, my mouth dry. Every hard ridge, dip, and bulge of his muscles was shown in startling clarity, and my heart jackknifed. Rye was huge, tall and big all over, the epitome of what a male should look like. His short dark hair was disheveled from removing his shirt, but it looked good on him … so damn good.
Giving in to Rye was easy, because being with him was what I’d wanted for a long time.
“I want to make this good for you. I want to be sweet and gentle, take things slow, but having you so close, seeing you this way makes me frenzied.”
“I don’t want you to have to hold back, to be someone you’re not.”
He made this low, almost dangerous sound, and it had me craving more.
He went for his belt, and when that was removed, he undid the button of his pants and pulled down the zipper. I was so wet. Then he was naked for me, all his hardness, maleness coming at me like a derailed train. His chest was smooth aside from a dark line of hair that started right below his belly button and continued its downward path to his cock.
My mouth dried at the sight of his erection. The ridiculous thought passed through my head that he wouldn’t fit inside of me, that his shaft was so thick and long that there was no way I could handle him. But I knew that wasn’t the case. I knew my body would accept him, would open up and take all of him inside of me. I’d stretch, there would be pain, but I wanted it all.
I lifted my gaze from his cock to his face. His eyes were at half-mast, his head lowered. He looked feral as he stared at me. “You want me, Jessa?” He reached down and grabbed his cock. “You want this inside of you?”
I stared down and watched him grab his monstrous dick.
“Be with me,” I said softly.
He moved closer to me, but stopped when he got to the edge of the bed. He reached out and smoothed a finger down the side of my neck. Goose bumps popped out along my skin.
I rose so I was now sitting up slightly. My heart was thundering, and my whole body was shaking in anticipation. He got on his knees on the bed and looked at me for a second.
And then he cupped both sides of my face and leaned in to kiss me hard and possessively. I felt his cock press right against my belly, the tip slick with his need for me. This primal need to have him shoved deep inside of me, to have his seed covering the inside of my pussy, marking me, making me his, filled me.
“I need you now,” I said against his mouth, all but begging.
He groaned and delved his tongue between my lips, mouth fucking me like I wanted him to do between my legs. Rye licked my bottom lip, his tongue smooth, his taste explosive.
He used his upper body to push me back on the bed, his chest now covering me. He shifted so I was forced to spread my legs wide for him, his cock pressed to my pussy. For long minutes all he did was kiss me, fucking my mouth with his lips and tongue. He started thrusting his cock against my pussy, his huge shaft moving up and down my slit easily, fluidly.
“Goddamn, baby,” he groaned against my mouth.
Having his mouth on mine and feeling his dick rubbing me had me on the verge of coming. He plunged his tongue in and out of my mouth and kissed me like he was starving for me. Rye picked up his speed in thrusting against me.
He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to the hollow of my neck, licking, sucking, and gently biting. “God, I fucking want you right now.”
And that’s when I came, his words and movements making me tingle and explode for him.
It was a tightening of my body, this sharpness moving up my spine and outward that told me I was losing control. I let it take hold of me. I arched my back, my breasts thrust out, the pleasure consuming me.
It was when the orgasm settled and I op
ened my eyes that I saw Rye was watching me as if transfixed by the sight. He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling, his masculinity coming through loud and clear.
“God, yes, baby,” he groaned and rested his forehead against mine, closing his eyes. “Seeing you unhinged like that because of me…” His entire body shook. “Yeah, so fucking hot.”
Before I knew what was happening, he flipped me onto my belly. I didn’t have time to react as he helped me onto my hands and knees.
I looked over my shoulder at him. The way his jaw clenched under his stubble-covered face told me he was just as unhinged as I was.
“Take my virginity.”
“You sure about that?” he asked and ran his hand down the center of my back.
I nodded. “Yes.”
He made this pleased humming noise, the muscles in his body standing in stark relief.
When he was positioned behind me, it was a heady and intoxicating sensation, but not as much as when he brought his open palm down on my ass with enough force that the sting had a small mewl leaving me. I felt the pain instantly, but when he smoothed his hand over my flesh, easing the sting away, all I felt was this lasting pleasure.
We held each other’s gazes, and he spanked me again, over and over. I felt like he wasn’t doing it as hard as he might want to, but that was okay because the pressure he exerted, the pain he gave me now was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
I didn’t want it to end.
Smack.
Smack.
Blood rushed to the surface of the erotically abused area.
I wanted more.
He continued to spank me over and over. Rye made this low sound of need, and then he was smoothing his hand over my ass. “I want to fuck your ass so badly, but not tonight.” When Rye pressed his hips forward, I felt the hard length of him settle between my legs again. I wanted that thick length deep inside of me.
I couldn’t think straight.
“I’m going to fuck you so good and hard.” He dug his fingers into my flesh. “Once my cock is in you, I won’t stop.” He moved his hand between our bodies, and his knuckles brushed along my sensitive, soaked flesh. He positioned the thick, bulbous head of his erection at the entrance of my body but didn’t thrust in right away. God, I wanted him to. I needed him to.
“Ask me for it.”
I looked over my shoulder, saw his dark eyes watching me, and felt the rumble from his voice spear right into me. I wanted to be bold and free like he was, not this innocent, inexperienced virgin.
“I want this. I want you.” I was gasping. With his cockhead nudging at the entrance of my pussy, and his hands on my hips, I knew there was no going back from this. But that was good because I didn’t want to.
He growled out low, and then in one move he pushed his length into me, breaking through my hymen, my virginity. I gasped, the pain and stretching almost unbearable. My eyes watered at the intrusion, but that discomfort morphed into pleasure with each passing second.
He held very still, as if he wanted me to get used to his size. His balls were pressed right up against my slick flesh, and I felt my inner muscles clenching around him. I bit my lip hard enough I tasted blood.
“Fuck.”
His word speared into me and created this delicious vibration that went straight to my clit.
“Christ.” He slid his hand up the center of my back, gripped my nape, and tightened his hold. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll know you’re mine.” And with that he started pulling out and pushing back in.
Over and over again.
In and out.
Harder and faster.
As the seconds moved by, I felt his control slip. He started pushing into me with more force. The sounds that came from him were rugged, broken. Soon beads of sweat covered my flesh, and my throat was dry from the amount of oxygen I was sucking in—or trying to, at least.
“Yes, Jessa baby,” he hissed out. “That’s it. Fuck, that is so it.”
The faster and harder he pumped into me, the higher my pleasure climbed until it was on the precipice of exploding and covering me in euphoria. Rye now had his hand on my belly, holding me still as he fucked me.
“Come all over my cock, make it slick with your juices.”
And just like that, I got off for him.
Before my ecstasy lessened, he pulled out of me. I gasped at the fact he was no longer inside me. Rye flipped me around and onto my back a second later. He positioned his cock at my entrance. I wanted him to just shove into me, push all those thick inches into my body, but instead he slowly penetrated me. I opened my mouth on a silent cry as he filled me, stretched me.
When the root of his cock bumped my clit, sparks of electricity slammed into me and I cried out. I tipped my head back and moaned.
He didn’t give my body time to become accustomed to his size again. He just started fucking me. The expression on his face was fierce and filled with pleasure. He looked like a wild animal that had been set free after years of confinement.
Beads of sweat lined his forehead, trailed down his temple, and landed on my chest. It turned me on so much, made this experience that much more intense.
“Oh. God.” I squeezed my eyes shut tight, knowing I’d come sooner rather than later. He was working me over so damn good I couldn’t even see straight. “I’m going to come.”
“Yeah, that’s it.” He grunted and I clenched my inner muscles around him. He slowed his thrusting, as if torturing me was his ultimate goal. And then he leaned back, bracing himself on his knees, and placed his hands on my inner thighs, his fingers framing my pussy, and pushed my legs up to my chest.
The new position had him going even deeper inside of me.
Curling my nails into his flesh, I moaned at the intensity with which he took me. And that’s exactly what this was … Rye claiming me. Even though I’d already orgasmed, I felt like I was building up for another powerful one.
He slammed his cock into me so hard I shifted up on the bed. Over and over he did this, hitting something deep inside so that it felt like fireworks were going off in me.
“You’re so fucking hot and tight, so wet and mine.” He leaned over me, running his teeth over my neck. Rye bit at me gently, and I cried out in ecstasy.
I was right on the precipice of climaxing.
Rye kept sucking at my flesh at the same time he really started fucking me.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, his mouth now right by my ear. “Come all over my cock. Make it slick with your cream.”
That was all it took for me to get off. I felt the wave wash through me, the pleasure take control. I arched my back, my breasts thrust out, and closed my eyes. I just rode it until I couldn’t even breathe.
Rye grunted. He slammed into me, then rotated his hips, pressing his body against the bundle of nerves at the top of my slit. Sensations moved through me.
“Kiss me.” I didn’t care if I was begging. And he didn’t make me wait or ask again. He had his mouth slammed on mine, his tongue speared between my lips. Our combined flavors mixed together as we pressed our tongues against each other. Rye was thrusting into me in quick, hard strokes.
I groaned, unable to stop myself.
On the fourth thrust he buried himself all the way inside of me. I moaned at the intensity I felt. The sound of his pleasure had my own rising higher. And then I felt the hot jets of his cum fill me, felt him get thicker inside of me. He groaned and shook atop me.
God, it was arousing knowing that I caused this reaction in him.
When his weight became almost too much for me, he rolled off but kept me close to his body. I liked that, loved that he needed to have me close to him. I felt myself start to relax even further, knowing what true happiness and completion felt like.
For several seconds we did nothing but lie there, his big, muscular body curled around mine protectively. He reached between my legs, moved his finger around my pussy hole, and then pushed the digit into me.
/> “My cum belongs in here, stays in here, and you’ll know you’re mine every fucking day for the rest of your life.”
I gasped at the sensitivity between my legs. He shifted me so I was now facing him, his hand still between my legs, his finger still buried deep in me. I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heart beating. This was what I wanted in life: Rye holding me, telling me I was his. I wouldn’t fight how I felt anymore. I wouldn’t try and pretend this wasn’t where I was meant to be, who I was meant to be with. My father might or might not understand, but in the end I knew what I wanted.
In the end this was my life and I needed to do what made me happy, damn the consequences.
7
Rye
I stared at Kash from across the table, the side of my face throbbing from when he’d hit me just moments ago. But I'd let him punch the fuck out of me, let him get his aggression out over the fact I’d just told him Jessa was mine and I wasn't giving her up.
I glanced to the side and saw my girl standing there, her hands twisted together, her expression worried. I wanted to go to her and tell her everything would be okay, that I'd make sure it was.
Kash had come home just an hour ago, and I'd been sitting here waiting for him, not about to deny any of this. I wanted him to know right away that Jessa was mine.
As soon as Kash had walked through the door and seen me standing beside his daughter, the confusion and anger morphed across his face.
He'd known before I said anything.
And it had only taken a second after I got the words out that Kash had slugged the side of my face. But I let him hit me, let him get out his anger over what had transpired.
Jessa took a step forward and stood beside me. I clenched my hands, wanting to pull her closer, wanting to have her right on my lap. But I respected Kash too much to be disrespectful like that. He was clearly trying to understand all of this, and shoving my affection for his daughter in his face wouldn’t do anything but piss him off more.