by Holly Dodd
Sixteen
Kevin
Fuck.
Jo didn’t have a fucking clue how close I was to slamming into her. I wanted to be buried deep inside her creamy cunt so fucking badly my balls ached.
There was no artifice in how she responded to me. Every whimpered moan, every breathless sigh, every needful cry made my cock drip. I don’t think I’d ever been this hard in my life. And if I didn’t take her right. Fucking. Now. I was going to come before I got inside her.
“Hold yourself open for me,” I snarled.
My li’l virgin slut moaned. Her fingers scurried down to her smooth pussy and pulled her lips open.
Fuck. She was so wet, the low light reflected off her juices. I gripped my dick, rubbing the head along her seam. Her clit was hard and swollen, all but throbbing against my slit. Mm, but that wasn’t where I wanted to be.
Somehow, I managed to pull away and grabbed a condom from the night stand drawer. While I wanted to ride her bare back, that was a conversation for later.
Sheathing my dick in latex, I was right back where I needed to be. She barely registered I’d gone. I jockeyed into position and pushed down, teasing her until my prick lodged against her opening.
She gave me one of her low, throaty moans. “There, please, please please, Sir.”
Oh, I knew what she needed. Her body was speaking to me in my favorite language. Her muscles were latched on, trying to pull my cock into her. She was so hot, but she’d be a damn inferno the deeper in I got.
Fuck. I couldn’t believe I was going to pop her pussy open. My gut clenched with arousal. I braced my hands above her shoulders and loomed over her. The only part of me touching her was my prick pushing against her soft li’l pussy. “Tell me you want this.”
Her eyes were unfocused, delirious with lust as she met my demand. “Not want, need this. I need you.”
I’d never fucked a virgin, but I knew the logics of it. I knew I needed to be slow with her. At first. Gentle. But I wanted to rut her. Take her.
I lowered my head and pressed my forehead to hers. “It’s going to hurt, baby. Hold on and then it’ll be really fucking good. Trust me.”
“I trust you,” she whispered, and my heart got all twisted up. The reason we’d gotten this far, the reason we even entered into this, was because she trusted me. I was safe for her. But not anymore. I saw it in her eyes.
This was dangerous for us both. And I dove in with my eyes wide open.
I swirled my hips against her, rubbing my cock-head against her snug opening. She panted. Her nails dug grooves into my arms. “That’s it, claw me, fucking mark me.” I was going to ruin her pussy, it was only fair she marked me in return.
Her cunt clenched onto my cock like a vise. So damn tight that I had to grit my teeth as I pushed into her a li’l more. She uttered a strangled, throaty grunt and I knew she felt what I did: her pussy struggling, half trying to deny me entrance, half latching on and demanding I dig in deep.
Sweat popped on my spine, and I groaned as I back tracked. Widening the first inch or so of her canal. The wet pops her pussy made was so fucking erotic my balls churned.
I refused to come early. Fucking refused. Though it was going to take herculean effort not to bust my nut before her.
Her pussy eased its stranglehold when I pushed in deeper, not stopping until that thin li’l membrane barred my way. I don’t know how she managed to hold onto her hymen this long, but it was a fucking turn-on to feel the proof that only me had been this deep inside of her.
“This is the bad part,” I whispered against her lips.
Her plump thighs trembled, and she squeezed down. Fuck, I might not get my dick back after this she was that tight. “I know. Please, Kevin, do it. Take it. My cherry is yours.”
“Your mine, kitten. All. Fucking. Mine.” I held her eyes as I tested the boundary. There was no way to not make it hurt. And so, I did it fast. I pumped in hard, deep, slammed through her hymen like a bull charging at a matador. The entirety of her cunt gobbled up my cock, and I had to force myself to hold still.
Jo’s cry of pain tore at me. I nuzzled her lips, and laid a series of kisses down her cheeks. Her pussy throbbed around me, tiny spasms that resembled a heartbeat fluttering over my dick.
When she relaxed around me I moved. Nice and slow. A smooth stroke that took me back out, before pushing in. She flinched a li’l, but by the third pump she was wide-eyed with wonderment. “You’re inside me. Oh. My. God.”
I choked back a laugh. “Not all the way, not yet. You’re so tight.” I leaned up, letting her see the inch or so that I hadn’t forced inside.
She squeezed around me in a hard spasm, and I groaned. “You like that, like knowing I’m so fucking big your pussy can’t take all of me yet?”
“Yes,” she panted, and I knew I’d labeled her right. She was a closet size queen. Fuck, I couldn’t wait until her pussy was primed enough to take all of me. I had so many dirty things I wanted to teach her it would take me years to get through them all.
I pulled out of her nice and slow. Her pussy relinquished my dick begrudgingly, and I didn’t stop until just the tip was once more lodged inside of her. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you now. Think you’re ready for it?”
Jo licked her lips. “Yes. Mm, yes Sir. Fuck me hard. Please, please please.”
I loved when she begged. I’d been kind. A real gentleman popping her cherry nice and slow.
Now it was time for me to show her what being mine meant.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair, right at the base of her skull, and pulled back. She was so fucking beautiful arching for me, her eyes growing enormous from that spike of pleasure and pain. A small rush of endorphins that li’l subby kittens like her craved. Her eyes fluttered shut, her mouth opened.
I slammed into her hard and deep, not stopping until my ball sack recoiled off her ass.
Her scream of pleasure shot through my body like a drug high.
“Fuck,” I grunted. My back arched. My hips ground down against hers, at the perfect angle that her clit was stroked by my pelvis. “That’s what I needed. This tight pussy of yours taking all of my dick.”
The time for talking and slow had gone. I pulled out of her quick, and pumped back in just as fast. Beginning a rough, hard rhythm. The wet slap of flesh-on-flesh filled my bedroom. The slick sounds competed with the delirious noises pouring out of Jo. Her nails needled my arms, raked my shoulders. She clung to me, her legs shifting and kicking at the covers before she wrapped them around me. A python grip that had her heels drilling into my flexing ass cheeks.
Her pussy shuddered around my cock, the plush walls suckling me down. She was close, I could feel it in the way her body shook beneath me, and the wild glint in her eye. I was the Maestro of her pleasure, and I wasn’t going to stop until she was soaring. Changing the angle, my hand slipped down and circled her clit.
“Oh God,” she moaned. “I’m going to come.”
“Come all over my cock, kitten. Milk me. Make me come with you.” The pleasure humming through my body increased as she splintered in ecstasy. The tell-tale tingle of how close I was to flooding her with my seed built at the base of my spine.
Jo’s whole body locked up, seizing in delight as I thumbed her clit and nailed her ass to my bed. Her eyes widened, growing huge. Her head thudded back and into the pillows a moment before her pussy flooded me. She came so fucking hard for me I almost saw stars from how tight her pussy throttled me. Her throat tensed, larynx straining, as she cried out her climax.
Her pussy pulsed around my cock, yanking me ball’s deep. I couldn’t stop my orgasm even if I wanted to. I didn’t. I nearly fucking roar as my cock spasmed, twitching inside my virgin li’l kitten before I flooded the condom.
Holding myself above her, I stared down into her face, drinking in the sight of her sweat-slick and stained with passion. Her cheeks were flushed. Tendrils of hair clung to her face. Her pulse jackhammered against her throat. And she ha
d the most beauteous smile pinned on her face. The kind of smile that told the world she’d been fucked and fucked good.
My heart threatened to take flight. The ache that had been building inside me since I’d first seen Jo didn’t feel so hollow.
Somehow, when I hadn’t been looking, my li’l Tinkerbelle had built herself a home in my heart.
I dropped a soft kiss to her lips. Her mouth opened, her tongue flicked out and met mine. Fuck. My dick twitched inside of her.
“I’m not done with you yet.” I grinned at her shocked expression.
She was going to be the death of me. But what a way to go.
Seventeen
Jo
The insistent pressure in my bladder woke me far too early. I snuggled down into the covers, willing my body to hush. I was warm, in Kevin’s bed, and no longer a virgin. I’d fallen asleep snuggling into his chest, but at some point, had moved to my own side.
Life was perfect.
I rolled over, finding Kevin’s big body sprawled face down on his side. The morning sunlight, weak as it was, glimmered through the curtains, casting the whole room in a mild glow. It played in Kevin’s hair, turning some of the strands gold. I wanted to run my hands through his hair, leave a trail of kisses down his back, and trace the tattoos curving around his hips with my tongue.
I was smitten. Worse than smitten. My heart was too full. I felt like a balloon about to burst. My situation was dire, worse than what I’d thought it would be.
I was in love with Kevin Harris.
The need in my gut grew too insistent, and I sighed as I begrudgingly slipped from the tangle of sheets. I tip-toed towards the bedroom door, grabbing one of Kevin’s shirts along the way. It was super long on me, considering he was a giant and I was a hobbit.
Doing my business, I found I was a little sore. But not enough to deter me from bringing him breakfast in bed, and waking him up with a nice morning blowie. Lord, I’d gone from virgin to sex-starved nympho at the drop of my panties.
I wasn’t a virgin anymore. The notion leapt through me and made me giddy. Maybe I would skip the breakfast and go straight for the sex.
On my way back to bed I was waylaid by Kevin’s furry bandits. A pitiless meow all but broke my heart. The only pets I’d had in my life had been horses and the occasional barn cat and farm dog. But I could see the appeal when the striped one head butted my leg and meowed at me again.
“Are you hungry?”
Nacho, at least I think it was Nacho, stared at me. Cheese, confidant that he had my attention, began walking down the carpeted hallway toward the kitchen and living room. I walked after him, and Nacho followed. I was being herded. By cats. Maybe I could get them to like me by feeding them. Wasn’t that another way to a man’s stomach, with food? They were male, and I wasn’t above bribing them with treats.
Rummaging around Kevin’s kitchen, I found their cat bowls, some wet food, and plopped a plate down for each. Since I was already wide-awake, coffee sounded like a great plan.
Breakfast in bed was back on.
I was nosing about in Kevin’s surprisingly well-stocked refrigerator, then again, he was heavily into nutrition, when a pair of strong arms latched me around the waist. I almost dropped the carton of eggs when Kevin hoisted me up, and set me on the counter-top.
I giggled up at him. “What are you doing?”
Lord, he was too damn sexy with his sleep tousled hair and lazy grin. “What does it look like? I’m hungry.”
I glanced down at his cock jutting against his sweat pants. I sucked in a breath when I saw how damn hard he was already. “You don’t look like you mean breakfast.”
“If your pussy is on the menu,” his voice was a deep growl, that of a hungry predator awake and wanting a bit of fluff between his teeth.
I shuddered, my pussy growing wet and needy. Spreading my legs for him, Kevin walked right between them. He’d already claimed the land between as his dominion. Who was I to deny him access? “Lord, you’re bad.”
His fingers slipped along my thighs, carrying the ends of his shirt up. “And you love it.”
I did. I so did. Biting my bottom lip, I stared up at him. I should be self-conscience that my hair was a rat’s nest, I didn’t have a speck of makeup on, and my morning breath was probably atrocious. But I wasn’t. Kevin made me feel beautiful just the way I was.
“Give me my good morning kiss. I had plans for you when we woke up. But this works just as well. Maybe it’s time I make that kitchen fantasy a reality.” His fist tangled in my hair, pulling me into him.
That little tug shot fireworks through my nerves. My cunt pulsed, empty and not happy about it. Melting into him without a thought of resisting, I was all arms and legs wrapped around him. Meeting his kiss with as much hunger as he took my mouth. He was soft at first, playing with my lips, teasing my tongue into a slight sparring match. But as the heat between us grew, the kiss morphed, becoming a war. There were no losers, just winners as his tongue plunged into my mouth, mimicking the way I wanted his cock to slam into me.
He pulled away, breathing hard. There was a light dusting of gruff on his cheeks, blending with the clean line of his beard. That little bit of scruff I found so sexy, and I stroked my nails across it.
“I need your pussy. Fuck, I’m addicted to it. The way you get so hot and slick for me. The way your cunt feels trembling against my tongue,” he murmured. That growl turned me into butter. My legs were his minions. It didn’t even matter that I was sitting bare-ass on his counter top, his words might as well have been “Open Sesame” because my legs spread wider.
Kevin dropped into a kneel, and I covered my eyes with my hand. It was too much. Even just waking up he was fucking gorgeous, and my poor brain couldn’t process the sight of a walking sex god kneeling between my thighs this early in the morning.
He didn’t let me hide for long. His breath seared up my quivering thighs, bathing my aching lips in a hot gust. His tongue plied over my pussy, and his fingers spread me open for him. I squealed and almost bolted off the counter when his mouth latched onto my clit.
“Mmm, I like that reaction.” His voice was muffled against my box. My thighs were squeezing his ears, dangling around his head like ear muffs. Scooping his hands under my ass, he pulled me to the edge of the counter. My ass was hanging off, and only the wall behind me, and his enormous shoulders kept me in place.
“Oh Lord,” I whimpered as I finally uncovered my eyes and looked down. Kevin’s piercing sage green eyes twinkled up at me from below the curve of my mound. I felt him grin, and then he plunged his tongue between my lips, sinking it into my cunt.
I couldn’t help myself. I rocked against his face, meeting the sinuous thrusts of his tongue. He was so good with his mouth it should be illegal. He feasted, making a meal of me. And I couldn’t help myself. I was coming all over his face, giving him the sugar he obviously needed to begin his morning with.
My cries were bouncing off the walls, louder in the kitchen then they were in the bedroom due to the lack of textiles. My whole body was one big aftershock. I knew Kevin wasn’t done. He was generous, licking me to an orgasm, but I knew what he wanted. What he needed, because I craved it too.
“Gimme my pussy,” he growled as he stood up.
Luckily, he didn’t expect me to answer him, because he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me off the counter. I heard, more than saw, him shove his sweats down, freeing his enormous cock.
His palm pushed against my spine, bending me over. My cheek met the warm spot where my ass had been. The heady, sweet scent of my own arousal clung to the Formica, and it turned me on even more.
“I was dreaming about this cunt. About how good it felt to be swallowed up by it.” The rustle of foil ripping reached my ears. This was twice now I hadn’t even thought of birth control, but he was. Protecting me even though I hadn’t asked him. My heart swelled more with my affection for him. The little things he did that other men might have taken advantage of.
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sp; His cock prodded at my pussy, gathering my juices and come on the head. The pain was slight after my orgasm, and I was loose and limber and so ready to take him again.
“I should have done this the first time I met you. Fucking consequences be damned.” Lord, how much he needed me jolted me to the core. Making me extra tight as he grabbed my cheeks and slammed into me. I yelped as my tender body was forced open, a bit of pain mixing with the sheer pleasure of him filling me.
I pushed back against him, moaning when I realized he was almost all the way inside of me. “You should have. I wouldn’t have been able to stop you. I don’t want to stop you. Lord, Sir you feel so good inside me. I’m so full.”
My pussy felt like it was being split open. The sensation so damn addicting. I rocked on my toes, gasping as his dick eased out of me. Then I slammed back, crying out as I took more of him. I swore his head was nuzzling the lips of my cervix, a deep thudding sensation that was almost pain the pleasure was so intense.
“Fuck.” His fingers bit into my thigh. Hooking his arm beneath my knee, he opened me wider, angling my leg so that it hovered near the counter top. He pulled back and then drilled in, beginning a relentless tempo. His hips played my ass like a drum. My pussy slicked his cock in all my juices. I heard the wet squish, growing even louder, as my cunt sucked him whole.
I screamed as he hammered me. It was fast and so damn hard. I didn’t care that my tits were being crushed by the counter. It didn’t deter me in the slightest that there was a drawer pull digging into my hip. Or that Kevin was gripping my thigh so tightly I might have a bruise. I wanted this. I wanted his roughness.
And he gave me every bit of it.
The need bubbling in my core sharpened. I panted as my pussy contracted around his cock. Milking his rock-hard tool. I swore I could feel the veins even through the condom, bulging and rubbing against my inner walls. I was so close. My whole body was singing for him.
Kevin’s hand curled around my hip like orgasm-seeking missiles. He zeroed in on my clit. In one stroke, I was breaking apart for him, crying out as my pussy rippled around his dick.