by Jenika Snow
Take it slow. Show some control. Be gentle.
I got out of my clothes, the material confining, restricting what I wanted to do with her. But I made sure to watch her the whole time, to make sure she stayed in this place with me, her arousal still bursting.
Once I had the offending clothing off, I grabbed my cock, staring at her pussy, visualizing how much she’d stretch for me, how much she’d take.
“Spread wider for me, Maddie, as wide as you can go.” I wanted to see her pussy lips part, to see the inner pink of her. And when she obeyed, I nearly went to my knees and feasted on her cunt right then.
I started stroking myself from root to tip faster, harder, using my pre-cum to lubricate my actions. I kept my focus on her pussy, her pink, slightly swollen pussy lips, and the little clit at the top. I breathed hard, my chest rising and falling, sweat starting to cover my body. I knew I wouldn’t last once I was inside of her.
I wanted her to touch herself, to play with her clit, get herself off while I watched, but the truth was if she did that, I wouldn’t be able to last. I’d come just from looking at her.
I knew without a doubt this woman—mine—wanted this just as fucking badly, and I wouldn’t deny her.
9
Maddie
I wanted to please him, to make it seem like he’d lose his mind if he didn’t have me.
He’s already like that.
I looked down at the long, thick length of his cock. He was huge, so thick and long, so hard for me. The sight of him jerking off, running his finger over the tip of his dick, getting his pre-cum and using it as lube, turned me on so much I felt like I was floating above this experience.
And then he was between my thighs, his hands on my inner legs, his warm breath skating along my pussy. He’d said he wouldn’t tease me anymore, wouldn’t torment either of us, but the feeling of him so close to me had everything else stilling.
“As much as I want to lick this pretty cunt until you come, having you screaming my name, I need to fuck you. I have to be with you.”
Good, because I needed that too.
“You’ve been mine since the moment I saw you, but right now, once I have you in all ways, there’s no going back.”
“I don’t want to go back.” As much as I enjoyed the foreplay, I was done with it. I needed him inside of me.
He made a gruff sound as he moved up the bed, his big body barely touching mine despite the fact he was over me. For long seconds we didn’t say anything, but then again, there didn’t need to be any words spoken. The chemistry, electricity that moved between us was tangible, coating the air, our skin.
“I’m going to be your first, your last…your only.” He had his hand loosely on my throat, not cutting off my air but letting me know in this moment he owned me. He slipped his hand down my neck, over my breasts, lingering on my nipples, and continued lower until he got to my belly button. He stilled, looking me in the eyes, letting me know he held the power right now. Then he moved it lower, gripped himself, and stroked his length a few times. I felt his motions and knew what he was doing.
“I know I should put a condom on, but baby, God, I want to do this raw.” His voice was so gritty. “I’m clean, haven’t been with a woman in years, in fact. But having nothing between us for this first time…”
My breath hitched. “I’m on the pill. I want to have nothing between us either.” I didn’t explain I was on the pill to regulate my periods, because none of that mattered right now. I didn’t want my first time hindered with rubber, and I trusted Deacon, even if we hadn’t known each other for years.
He rested his forehead against mine, breathed in and out slowly for long seconds, and then I felt the tip of him at my entrance. He added a bit of pressure, not penetrating me but letting me know he was right there. My back arched on its own. “I’m going to fill you with my cum, make you so full of it the sheet will be soaked beneath you, Maddie. It’ll be the proof of our passion for each other, the fact you’re mine in all ways.” He kissed me lightly. “It’ll be my mark on you.” His voice was low, dark.
“I’m yours,” I said without hesitation, without even a thought. He started sucking at the base of my throat, and all I could do was absorb the feeling, take it all in.
He leaned in close but didn’t kiss me. “God, I want you now.”
Then take me.
“Kiss me, Deacon.”
He had his mouth on mine, my words like a tether, pulling him closer, giving me the power. I couldn’t stop the small noise that left the back of my throat.
He made this distorted sound that told me he’d gone over the edge. I was already there, waiting for him, crying out. I knew being with Deacon would be rough, all-consuming, and uninhibited. I wanted all that and more.
“I can show you with my body what you do to me, what you mean to me, and what I want to experience with you.” He kissed me again, licking, sucking, drawing out my need. “But I’ll never be able to properly tell you with words. Never.”
The hot, hard length of him pressed between my thighs, a reminder that this would hurt but would also feel incredible. I shifted, spreading my legs even wider, not needing him to tell me. And when his cock was right against my slit, my pussy lips framing his massive size, I gasped.
“God, I’m on fire,” he murmured. He started rocking back and forth, thrusting his dick on me, on my clit.
For long moments all Deacon did was thrust against me, bringing me higher, faster to completion.
“Hold on to me. Let yourself go.”
I had my hands on his biceps, digging my nails into his flesh, and heard him hiss in pleasure.
He thrust against me hard, pressing on my clit. I cried out softly, the feeling of exploding right at the surface, teasing me, tormenting me. Deacon thrust again and again, over and over until I felt that tendril of electricity move through me, until it was as though lightning had just gone through my entire body.
He leaned in close, his warm breath tickling my ear. “You want me stretching this pussy, showing you how it feels to be fucked, to have your virginity taken by a real man?”
I nodded, not able to actually say words, to tell him verbally. He ran the tip of his tongue over the shell of my ear, and I shivered in response.
“The things I want to do with you, want to experience with you…” He groaned, as if his words, and whatever he thought about doing with me, to me, caused something dark to stir within him. And before I could absorb all the sensations moving through me, Deacon placed the tip of his shaft right at the entrance of my body.
Everything inside of me stilled. I was so ready for this.
“This will hurt at first, but I’ll make it feel good as we continue.” That last word was said on a harsh groan. “Now, relax for me, Maddie baby. It’ll make it easier.”
“I want this the way you like to give it.” This might be my first time, but I didn’t desire sweet and romantic. That’s not the type of man Deacon was, not the type of man I fell for.
The wide head of his dick was pressed against me, foretelling what was about to come. It might be painful, but God, I was ready. I was so wet, so aroused, I knew this would forever change something in me.
There really was no going back. There was only moving forward.
“You sure you’re ready for me?”
I nodded. “Yes.” And before I could brace myself, Deacon thrust into me in one hard, powerful and thorough pump. My back arched, and my mouth opened on its own. The pain was sharp, consuming. His cock was lodged deep in my body. It took my breath away, stretched me to the point that I didn’t even know if I could handle much more. But he didn’t move, allowing me to get accustomed to him, and as the seconds ticked by, my body relaxed. Deacon was just so big that there would be discomfort even if I hadn’t been a virgin.
He groaned above me, his entire body tense. I could tell he was using a lot of strength to not push this, to give me time to adjust.
“You feel incredible, tight and so fuckin
g wet.” Beads of sweat lined his forehead.
“I need friction,” I moaned.
He made this deep sound, then started pulling out and gently pushing back in. The pain mixed with pleasure. Deacon focused on me, watching me under heavy-lidded eyes and making me feel like nothing else mattered to him.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he gritted out again, moving his hips faster, harder against me. He pushed in deep, his actions having me sliding up the bed. Over and over he did this, thrusting in before pulling out so just the tip of his cock was lodged at my entrance. I watched as he leaned back, staring down at where we were connected, getting an eyeful of his cock stretching my pussy.
He slammed into me again and again, and I felt my toes curl, my eyes roll back in my head.
“Goddamn it,” he said, low, husky.
I rose up slightly, wanting to see what he saw. His length tunneled in and out of me, his abs contracting, his muscles on clear display. Glossy arousal covered him, but I also saw blood…my virginal blood on his shaft.
“You like what you see?”
I could only nod.
“The fact you’re watching me take you turns me on so fucking much, Maddie. I won’t last.”
When I had my back on the bed once more, giving myself over, surrendering everything, Deacon went wild on me. He pulled but shoved back in just as quickly. The grunt he made was such a turn-on. I closed my eyes and curled the sheets in my fists, knowing I’d come for him in seconds.
God. Yes.
“Mine,” he groaned and tightened his hands, his fingers digging into me painfully, pleasurably. I absorbed the feeling. Deacon thrust back into my pussy in one fluid, powerful and masculine motion. “Fuck,” he cursed.
“Faster,” I demanded. He started picking up speed and soon was fucking me with abandon, with the need and desire that came with being the type of man he was: rough, hard-core, raw.
“Oh. God. Yes.” I lost myself in the feelings, in the heights he was taking me to.
He curled his fingers into the flesh of my inner thighs, holding me down, making me take all of him. His touch hurt so good.
“Fuck. Damn it, baby, you feel incredible.” He thrust into me repeatedly, never breaking his motion, never giving me the chance to breathe. But I didn’t want to. If this was what suffocating felt like, I wanted to let the darkness swallow me whole.
Over and over he surged into me and retreated. I felt the world coming apart, caving in, shattering all around me until nothing else mattered. He plunged into me once more and stilled, burying his length in my body, getting off hard, like I was in that moment.
“Fuck. Yeah.” His hands on me would surely leave bruises, but I welcomed those marks.
His big body was so tense, his pleasure seeming to go on and on, never-ending, just like mine. I swore I could feel his seed filling me up, slipping from me and soaking the sheets in our passion.
The pleasure went on for hours, days, hell, maybe even my entire life. It all meshed together, making me feel as though I were above it all, looking down, experiencing a plethora of things.
My breath caught, his body resting on mine, and I knew this feeling would forever be ingrained in my mind, in my very existence. This was what complete felt like. Even though I knew he’d come, could feel it in the way his body had responded, tensed, his cock was still so hard in me. After long seconds the breath leaving me at his weight, Deacon pulled out of me and rolled to his side. We both made soft sounds, but before I could even shift on the bed, Deacon was bringing me close to him, his huge form like a living blanket, keeping me warm, making me feel protected.
“Christ, Maddie.”
We both breathed heavily, our chests rising and falling, our bodies covered in that delicious sweat. I moved my fingers down his arm, over his hand, and felt the callouses, saw the stains from his hard work, from the manual labor he did every day.
“You’re mine. Irrevocably.”
I shifted so I could look at his face.
“I’m not letting you go, Maddie. From the moment I saw you, from the moment I knew what I was feeling for you wouldn’t be pushed back, I knew that you’d be mine.” He pulled me impossibly closer. “I knew that there was no one else, nothing else, that would make me happier than having you by my side.”
Maybe to some it would sound strange, fast, insta-crazy to the nth degree. And maybe he did. Maybe it was. But the truth was I didn’t care. This felt incredible, Deacon felt amazing, and I wasn’t going to question it.
I knew, without a doubt, that there was nowhere else, no one else I wanted to be with.
10
Deacon
I could feel Maddie watching me, and it turned me on knowing she saw what I did for a living, that she might even be aroused because of it. Being a blacksmith was an age-old trade, one I was damn good at, one I busted my ass making perfect. I’d created this business—my business—from the ground up, and used my sweat and blood to make sure it was successful. It had been the only important thing in my life.
Until Maddie became mine.
Now she was the priority, my top concern. And this was the job I’d have: to make sure Maddie was well taken care of and always provided for.
I’ll make sure she is always mine.
I hammered out the metal, smoothing it, making it flat, workable. I grabbed it with the tongs once more, put it in the fire, and watched as the metal heated, glowing. I brought it back out and went to work on it with my hammer again, the bang, bang, bang filling my head. I made sure Maddie stayed a safe distance away but felt pride that she watched, that when I glanced at her, she seemed transfixed.
I don’t know how long I worked, my mind focused on getting this piece right, but once I was done, I took the shaped metal and dipped it in the bucket of water. Steam rose up, a white cloud of completion. I set it aside, put my tools down, and glanced at Maddie. The men who worked for me were off in another part of the building. The bay doors were closed, we were alone, and all I wanted was her. Maybe she saw the way I watched her, or felt the same intense arousal as I did, because she hopped down from the bench she sat on and walked over to me. She’d been a good twenty feet away. Although I would have preferred her to be outside while I worked, safe from anything and everything in the garage, I couldn’t deny it turned me on having her here.
She glanced around, presumably to see if we were alone. I wanted to tell her we were, that even if there were some of my guys lingering too close, I would have told them to fuck off while I took her right over a workbench.
Neither of us said anything, but we didn’t need to. The knowledge of what we both wanted was bouncing between us. I was sweaty, dirty from working all morning, and she was clean, so fucking pristine.
“Fuck me, Deacon. Right here, right now.”
Hearing her be bold, all but demanding what she wanted, had my cock so fucking hard. The length pressed against the zipper of my pants, needing out, needing to be buried in her tight, wet body.
I was by her in the next second and backing her up so we were behind one of the machines I worked with. I unzipped my pants, helped her out of hers, and pulled her panties aside. I didn’t even bother taking the fuckers off. Once I had her lifted and in my arms, I aligned my dick with her pussy entrance, stared into her eyes, and thrust in deeply. I groaned, she gasped, and I didn’t waste time in fucking my woman. I wouldn’t last, not with how tight and wet she was.
Over and over I thrust into her, my balls drawing up tightly, her cries of completion filling my head in a matter of seconds. That was all it took for me to come. I pumped three times into her before stilling and coming, filling her with my seed, making her take it all.
When I was spent and I felt Maddie’s pussy contracting and relaxing around my cock, signaling she’d gotten off, only then did I pull out and set her down. I held her for long seconds, listening to her breathing return to normal, knowing this woman was my everything. I didn’t have to be with her for years to know this, to accept it.
/> I knew it in my heart.
“Can I pick you up later today?” Truth was, if she let me, I’d pick her up and drop her off every single day. I wanted to be near her, to make sure she was safe, to make sure she had everything she needed. Maybe to some the way I wanted to keep her close was too possessive, maybe not even “manly,” but fuck all that. When I was with Maddie, I felt like a real man. I felt like I had purpose, and making her happy was at the top of that list.
She pulled back, smiled at me, and my heart jumped in my chest. “I’d like that.”
I brought her in close again, tangled my hand in her hair, and kissed her until she was breathless. Damn, I was so fucking addicted to this woman, and no way in hell was I going to give her up.
Maddie
I sat on the stone step and waited for Deacon to pick me up. I’d gotten out of class about twenty minutes early, but instead of calling him, knowing he’d drop whatever he was doing and come to get me, I enjoyed the weather. Students walked by me, some ecstatic about test scores, others bitching about their workload. I glanced down at my bag, feeling all kinds of giddy and stupid, knowing there wasn’t anything that could make me smile the way Deacon did.
I heard his SUV approaching, lifted my head, and saw the dark vehicle pulling up to the curb. I stood, but before I could make it to him, Deacon was out and striding toward me. God, he looked so big and strong. He made the college guys I went to school with seem … inferior. I smiled, about to tell him how good he looked, or maybe tell him how much I missed him, but before I could say anything, he had me in his arms.
He pulled me in close, and I felt his hand slide down to my ass. I couldn’t help but grin at him. I also didn’t stop him, didn’t care who saw, who watched the man I had fallen for stake his claim. And that’s what he was doing. He was making it known I was his, and I was more than happy with that. I tipped my head back and smiled.