by Lucian Bane
He worked his way gently inside her, allowing only the tip to move in and out. “Do you hear that, Princess?”
“David,” she groaned.
He spanked her ass and shoved his finger deep, groaning at her sharp cry. But the strained moans that followed, they were the kind that said she ached for something more than she could express with words, and that had him ready to tear her down immediately.
“Tell me I was right,” he grit, stroking her hot core. Her grunts and shocked pants had him on fire and he spanked her twice. “Tell me.”
“You were right!” she shot out, breathless.
“Your pussy is dripping wet. Say it.”
“My…”
He struck her again. “Fucking say it.”
“My pussy is dripping wet,” she panted out.
He moved her panties more and stroked her tight exit. “This…” he said, wetting a finger in her pussy then pushing on the quivering muscle. “This may be your greatest weapon against all fears.”
She sucked in a huge breath then it blasted out, repeating when he pressed the barest tip of his finger inside.
“David,” she strained, worried.
“Do you want me to lick it?”
“Oh my God.”
The thought was something she’d never ever imagined, he could tell. And that had him fucking hard as rock. “Yes or no.”
He teased it with his finger until her, “Yes,” finally escaped her throat.
While exploring her burning core with his middle finger, he leaned in and circled the tight muscle with a moan. “You want me to make you come, Princess?”
“Oh God, yes,” she confessed, sounding astonished and desperate.
He smacked her ass hard, and she gave a short scream. “Yes what?”
Her breaths blasted faster as her body clenched down on both his fingers. “Yes sir. Yes sir, make me come, please.”
David pulled his finger out of her, fixed her panties back neatly and slid her skirt down.
A bereft cry escaped her as she turned and sagged onto the table, looking shaken. “What…”
He shook his head and placed both arms on the back of the couch. “I don’t think you actually want it.”
Several seconds passed before she licked her parted lips. “Why?”
God, the fucking desire in her face made him want to take what he wanted right where she sat. “I think you’re saying all of it because you’re under the influence. And when you’re not under the influence, you won’t want it. Not the way I need you to want it.”
She slowly shook her head, her eyes glazed with lust. “H… how do you need me… to want it?”
“With every ounce of yourself.”
She shook her head a little.
“No?”
“No,” she countered. “I… I do…”
“You do what?”
More silent seconds and shallow panting. “Want it.”
David studied her for a while. “What do you want?”
“Y-you,” she whispered. “Every ounce.”
Fuck, she’d just given him what he needed more than he realized he needed it. She wanted more than just pleasure, and that dessert had never really been on the menu until that moment. “Prove it.”
“H-how?”
“You tell me. You want every ounce of me, show me. Show me what that means to you.” Though he’d formed it as an order, the nearly desperate beg was hard to miss.
She sat there, her body language telling him the story of a million thoughts racing through her mind, fears and inhibitions from past trauma, fighting her.
“Show me,” he ordered softer. “Show me right fucking now before I go crazy.”
“I… I want—”
“I didn’t say tell me, I said show me,” he reiterated firmly.
He waited, staring at her with every bit of ruthlessness he possessed. And he possessed a lot. He was beginning to think she was stuck when suddenly he caught it, the barest movement of her legs. He lowered his eyes, watching with a delirious hunger. If anticipation was an orgasm, she was giving him the best fucking one he’d ever had as her knees ever so slowly opened.
Lust and desire ripped through his blood, forcing his mouth open to accommodate the rush and power of it. He was unbearably hard and hot, and seconds from forcing her to his will. The torture was perfect. Perfect and powerful enough to make him hold the back of the couch. “That’s it. Show me your wet, dripping, naughty pussy,” he rasped, deranged with lust.
Her legs continued to open more, and David grunted, forcing his cock against his stomach with a slow stroke of his hand. “That’s my good, nasty girl.”
She gasped at his words, slowly raising her knees, putting her feet on the table.
“Show me… what… you want,” he seethed, ready to explode. Fuck, fuck, fuck, she was gorgeous like that.
She stared at him with lips parted. She lowered her legs back to the floor and moved to the edge of the table. The sudden change in direction had his interest as he watched her move onto her knees before him.
Fuck. She wanted him. Yes.
David held tighter to the back of the couch, letting her know the work would be all hers to do. As though understanding, she began with a stuttered hesitance, placing her hands on his knees. His dick throbbed where it lay against his stomach, begging for what was coming. She applied gentle pressure, and he allowed her to open him.
She sat there, staring, then licked her lips before sliding her hands along the inside of his legs. She bypassed his cock and continued up along his bare stomach and the pure virginity of her exploration unraveled him. Not touching but feeling. Feeling him. Discovering him. Fascinated with him. Every ounce of him.
Her breaths turned shaky when her fingers stroked over his chest. So, she liked that part of him. Her timidity had him dizzy and he let out a groan when her touch grazed the tips of his nipples.
He watched as the revelation dawned on her—the power she had in her fingertips. He gripped the back of the couch tighter as wonder transferred into her touch. Soon, she was experimenting with his reaction to her sweet administrations.
He rewarded her every effort with the exact sounds she earned and soon, her explorations became braver, hungrier.
“Fuck yes,” he whispered when her craving entered her lips. She tasted him, starting at his chest and he wasn’t sure what he liked more, watching her feel him or watching her make him feel.
She rained her sweet, virgin kisses over his heaving torso while her hands continued on their own separate discovery, stroking, possibly even adoring. At least to him it was pure adoration. “Yes,” he strained, watching her mouth descend his abs. Finally.
She suddenly pulled back and stared at his cock. David watched her, prepared to help. Then it hit him. “Is this the first real cock you’ve seen?”
Her slight nod made it jerk as she continued to stare.
Worried she might be at a panic crossroad, his body tensed in desperation. “I want you to touch it,” he strained between breaths, opening his legs wider. “I need your fingers all over it. Your pretty mouth, your tongue. I want every part of you all over every part of me.”
With each word, her courage returned with a fire and she slid her fingers along the inside of his legs, stopping at the juncture of his thighs.
“Don’t stop, Princess.” He rolled his hips, reaching for her touch with a harsh grunt.
Finally, she wrapped delicate fingers around his shaft like she was grabbing hold of a dangerous weapon that would explode with the wrong move.
Fuck, it could, it might. David had never experienced this kind of torment.
He watched her breaths quicken as she gazed at his dick, her mouth wider now, brows drawn. David thrust into her hold, an involuntary reflex that caused her breath to catch and hold. The tightening of her grip brought another thrust he couldn’t stop. His hot groans were nearing non-stop when she finally slid a hand up to the rim of his cock.
“Fuck yes, r
ight there,” he blasted.
Like an angel, she tended to the ridge with her delicate, mind-blowing touch. She twisted her fists at a hungry pace around his cock, and it was like she was unscrewing his fucking mind. Her shuddered breaths said she might be as turned on as he was.
“Kiss it, Princess,” he croaked, ready to fuck her pretty mouth.
The command hinged on a beg and she immediately leaned in and kissed the wet slit.
“Fuck… you’re making me crazy,” he rasped.
Her kisses graduated from innocent pecks to open mouth tasting. Then she used both hands to move his dick along her lips until it was just her and the head of his cock, lost in make-out paradise.
She was burning him alive. “Suck it,” he grit. “I’ll fucking beg you, is that what you want?”
She obeyed and took the entire head into her mouth, sucking gently with soft moans.
“Fucking… God,” he breathed. “Suck it, suck it.”
She lapped along the head of his cock with desperate moans and fuck, her reckless abandon speared David with a wicked fire. He let go of the couch and gripped her head with a hiss. “Fuck!” He held her still, fighting not to take over. “I want to make you suck it so fucking deep.”
Her head dropped and his cock hit the back of her throat, spearing his balls with a bolt of heat. With a strained growl, he latched fingers in her hair and clenched his fist and teeth. God, he could come, right now, right in her mouth. He pulled her hair and her cries vibrated into the head of his cock and balls, making him shudder uncontrollably.
He didn’t want to come in her mouth the first time, he wanted more. He wanted… to fuck her and then… fuck her again. And again. He didn’t want to come for a long time. He reminded himself that she was his, his to do whatever he wanted with, whenever. Forever if he wanted that. He could tell her to do anything and she would now.
He gripped her head tight, stopping her. Christ, he’d never needed to come so hard, so badly. He watched her pull up and his cock pop from her wet lips. The worry and desire in her face had him out of his mind, making it hard to remember what he was doing with her and why. “I want you,” was all he managed.
He knew it wasn’t a clear directive but watched as she stood and undid her skirt and slid it down with her panties. A groan escaped him as he stared at the dark triangle of hair. So perfect. His gaze slowly rose to the blouse she unbuttoned and two seconds more, she stood there, naked.
Her inhibitions kicked in and she slowly clasped her hands before her, forcing her breasts to squeeze together. God, the sight of it, the sight of her that way. It made him drunk. At seeing her gaze between his legs, he grabbed the base of his dick, making it stand tall.
“I want your pussy wrapped around my cock,” he said. “Fuck I need a condom,” he said winded, consuming her body with his eyes.
“I… I’m on the pill,” she whispered.
His eyes shot up to hers. Her constant panting had him burning up. The pill? That meant he could fuck her freely, feel the wet, hot glide of her pussy on him? He owed God.
His gaze moved slowly, hungrily over her. The way she stood there in her innocence had him ready to bet his entire business that she was a virgin. He really needed to know if she was for many reasons.
“Are you a virgin, Lizzy?”
He watched her closely, studied the way her eyes fluttered downward and the small nod that followed. She thought that was somehow a negative to him? What a confused angel.
“You’ve never been fucked?”
Her eyes closed, and she shook her head with a whispered, “Not… by a man.”
Her answer made his cock jerk with dildo fantasies. “By what, then?” She glanced to the side a little, and he angled his head, waiting. “Do you fuck yourself?”
Another hesitant nod sent more fire through him as he imagined her doing that.
“Is it big? Like my cock?” He gripped it in his hand.
She gave a quick head shake, back to bravely burning him with her innocent, guilty stare. Fuck, watching her innocence was the best form of non-sex he’d ever had.
He decided to have a little fun with it. “Did you imagine yourself getting fucked when you did that?”
He stroked his length at her slight nod, letting his desire loose, not holding back the hot, thick breaths burning up his lungs.
“Do you want me to fuck your pussy the way you imagined?”
More staring at what he was doing, while her inhibitions barely allowed her whispered, “Yes.”
David released a thick groan. The erotic conversation had his shy virgin squirming, and holy fuck that had him on a razor’s edge. “Show me how you want it.”
Her panting spoke volumes now. “However…” she swallowed, closing her eyes. “However you want me.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Her breathless confession and the longing packed inside it, stole David’s breath. It took a moment to gather his control to even speak. “Look at me,” he ordered softly. She stood with her eyes clenched, body trembling. “Look. At me.” He waited till she pried her eyes open before he told her what burned inside him. “I want you… in ways you never imagined. I want to fuck you harder… than you ever dreamed of being fucked. You sure you want that?”
She nodded weakly, her gaze a tormenting blaze on him. “Yes,” she strained.
He reached out to her. “Take hold of my hand.”
She regarded it for a few seconds then took it. David laced his fingers in hers then slid his hips lower on the couch. Holding his cock in one hand, he tugged her until she stepped forward, straddling his legs.
“You’re going to fuck my cock first.”
His balls ached at the way she squeezed his hand in a death grip and her breaths turned into worried moans.
“You want to fuck my cock?” He just wanted to hear her say it. Hear her speak while she was this turned on. Hear it in her words and voice.
“Yes,” she whispered, closing her eyes and lowering down.
“Not yet,” he ordered. “Wait for my command.”
She gave a nod and locked her gaze on his, robbing his thoughts with the burning connection. Fuck she was too much for his starved sex drive.
“Lower yourself slowly.”
With her free hand against her chest in a tight fist, she obeyed.
Soon, her hot silk pressed onto the head of his cock. “Stop,” he gushed.
Frozen, her breaths shook out as David slid the head of his cock along her pussy. His moved slowly up her body, needing to see her face while she made those shocked sounds, those fucking distressed whimpers.
“God-fucking-damn you’re beautiful,” he grit, finding her pretty face gripped in pained pleasure. “How could you ever possibly not know that?” The idea pissed him off that something could somehow steal such absolute truth from her.
Her lips parted more and more with every pass of his cock. “Oh God, David,” she blasted after several fiery seconds of it.
“When you’re ready,” he strained. “Lower your tight pussy onto my fucking cock.”
“David,” she cried, sounding scared.
“Take your time, Princess. Take all fucking night if you need to but holy mother of God,” he gushed, looking at the head of his cock peeking from between her full lips. “Have mercy on me.”
At his beg, she pushed down, and the fire was too hot to stop her. He resisted the urge to bury his cock with one shove, having to reach for her other hand. David laced his fingers in hers for solid support, maybe for himself more than her. “I’ll let you do it,” he strained, feeling like a goddamn liar. “For now.”
She was already lost, her eyes closed as she pushed her scorching flesh onto his cock.
“Make it feel good first,” he whispered through a lustful haze. “Use my cock to stroke your pussy. Let me see you make it hot.”
She reached down and guided the head along herself, moaning softly as she slid him all over.
“Fucking God,” he gasped, staring
at her breasts. “Your tits are beautiful like everything else on you. Did you know that?” He groaned under the torture, his head falling back. “You need to know that,” he said, back at delirious.
He brought his gaze back to her perky nipples, longing to pinch them as her delicate virgin entrance pushed against the head of his cock. The tight passage begged him to obliterate it, and he prayed to God for control.
She suddenly strained out several croons, her hot gaze locking on his. Fuck, what the look on her face didn’t do to him. The reminder that she was brand new and untouched hit him like a torpedo as she lowered more.
“I got you, baby,” he assured between thick breaths at seeing worry in her eyes. “I’d never hurt you.”
And then it hit him. What it meant, what every burning inch of her innocent virginity meant and was doing to him. Devouring. Consuming. Scorching and shredding his every self-serving plan for her. He was now a zillion burning particles of she-owns-my-arrogant-selfish-ass. Was like getting bashed in the face with heaven though he’d sworn to never even glance at that door.
The fire of that revelation pushed him over the edge and he gripped her hips tight, digging his fingers into her soft ass. Her shocked moans and labored breaths quivered into his cock, making it impossible to regain control.
He directed her hands to his shoulder, giving her something to hold on to because fuck she’d need it. David slid his hands along the shape of her, from the outer swell of her breasts, to her waist, then hips, moving back up again while she moaned her way fully onto his cock.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he whispered, watching her near the bottom. She began to fuck him, short little up and down thrusts that had him growling. Desperate to help her along, he placed his thumb on her clit and wet his middle finger in his mouth.
“David,” she cried weakly as he reached around her and pressed his finger on her ass. “Please.”
“Please,” he repeated in a shudder, pushing his finger into the flex of muscle, letting it suck the tip in. “So fucking tight.”