“Do you still fear me?” I ask. She seems surprised at the question. I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger, then run the tip of my thumb over her lower lip, feeling how soft and wet she is, still eager for more of me.
“I do,” she says.
“Do you want to leave?” I ask.
“I…” she hesitates, but she seems to be searching for the words for what she wants to say. “I don’t know, to tell you the truth. I thought I knew the answers to everything about this whole...thing we have going on, but I don’t.”
I give her a soft smile through my rugged face.
“I’m glad we have that in common,” I say.
I kiss her again, and this time, she wraps her arms around my torso as I walk us back to the bed and sit down with her. We explore each other’s bodies, feeling our warmth and energy in a messy spell of passion before I start to guide us down to the sheets. We kick our shoes off as we get further up the bed, feeling our way inch by inch until we’re side by side like lovers, facing each other in the dim light of the basement and feeling our hearts swell.
“I want to see you,” I say, reaching over and cradling her cheek in my hand. “All of you.”
She nods softly, nervous, and I lean over to kiss her on the lips before I help her work her top off. It has barely hit the floor before her bra is unhooked, and I pull that off her as well, slowly, as if opening a precious gift. She’s nervous, and she watches my face carefully as I look on her topless.
My cock swells so greatly that my pants feel tight, and I feel a desperate need for release building up inside me that I won’t be able to ignore for long.
I reach forward and grasp her breasts in my hands, squeezing them gently yet firmly in my large, rough hands, and I push her onto her back, pinning her under me. I kiss her, toying with her breasts with my fingers, mapping out every detail of her chest. I could spend hours here just tracing my fingers over her body, feeling how soft and supple her flesh is, how warm and delightful it is to hold. I want to possess her and give her everything I can all at the same time.
I break the kiss to work my way down her and slip off her pants, working them and her panties off with the help of her wiggling hips and squirming legs. In a matter of seconds, Charity is naked before me, and I’m still fully clothed.
“Is…” she starts, then pauses, biting her lip. I raise an eyebrow at her. “Is it weird that I kind of like this? Being naked while you still have all your clothes on?”
I give a deep chuckle, and I loom over her, narrowing my eyes. “Why do you suppose you feel that way, hm?”
“I...it makes me feel like you’re…”
“Your captor?” I finish for her in a deep, husky growl, and as soon as the words leave my mouth, we meet each other in a fierce kiss. My hands are possessive and dominating on her, guiding her into every position I want as we make out and grind against each other on the bed. Her moans get more frequent and deeper as her bare skin brushes against my rough, air-dried clothes that I’ve worn on me as I hopped from city to city, sometimes state to state, always on the run.
Charity has been anchored to the home for her whole life, and I’ve been away from it. We couldn’t be more different. And that difference makes the moment all the more thrilling as our bodies meet.
But I won’t deny her my body forever. Soon, I stand up on my knees, straddling her, and I pull my shirt up and over my head. I look down at her as she stares at my torso, admiring me as if I’m a statue, almost as hard as one. Her eyes go to the thick bulge outlined in my pants, and I slowly unbutton the front of my jeans to reveal it inch by inch, like a slow strip tease.
Finally, I let my cock free, and it sticks straight out, swollen and ready for Charity.
The girl’s mouth falls open as she sees it, and for a few moments, she’s speechless, even though she clearly wants to say something.
“Touch it,” I say in a low tone. She obeys, reaching up and wrapping her hand around the base of my shaft carefully. She’s so delicate that it’s almost funny. She runs her hand up and down it with the lightest touch I’ve ever felt, and I feel a smile growing on my lips. “You can grip it more firmly, it won’t hurt me.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’ve lived with it for twenty-seven years,” I say. “I’m sure.”
She tightens her grip a little to the point that I feel all the heat of her palm and all its softness spreading warmth through me like comforting fire. I let my head fall back slowly as I groan, and that seems to encourage her as she touches the tip of my cock, feeling it twitch at the touch of her thumb.
This girl is everything I could ever want. I thought that when I first saw her, and now I know that instinct is right. Something about the way she touches me feels so natural and comfortable that you’d think we’ve known each other for years.
I can’t contain myself any longer. I gently pull away from her, then move down her body and push her legs open, bringing my face down to her. She gasps as I breathe in the heady scent again, and I see that she’s already slick and ready for me.
“Wait!” she says in a sharp whisper. I freeze, looking up at her with a questioning gaze. She winces, almost apologetic for having interrupted me, but she opens her trembling mouth to speak. “I want to taste you, too.”
My eyebrows go up, and my cock twitches at the thought of that small mouth and full lips wrapping around my cock. It’s a thought that makes my heart beat faster, and I know I can’t deny her anything she wants.
“Do you, now?” I growl.
She nods, blushing furiously. “I mean, I don’t want you to stop, but...I want both. Can we do both?”
I can’t help but laugh, and I reach up to kiss her on the mouth, stroking her hair. “Of course we can. Follow my lead.”
I gently move her to the side of the bed, and I crawl to the other side, laying down on my side in the opposite direction. She watches me carefully, and when she realizes what position I’m moving toward, she speaks up.
“Oh, this is sixty-nine, right?”
I have to fight to hold back a laugh, but I’m not laughing at her naivety. There’s a kind of simple innocence to everything she says that makes me feel at ease, and I’ve never felt like that around a woman I’m in bed with. It’s refreshing, and I’m getting more fond of it by the minute.
“Something like that,” I say. “The idea’s the same, but we’re going to take it a little easy. This is your first time doing something like this. Like I said, follow my lead.”
I move toward her, curling myself in just enough that she can reach my cock, and at the same time, I push one of her legs up and put my face between her thighs, feeling myself get basked in her warmth. Once again, her pussy is up against my face, but before I can let my tongue out to greet it, I feel something warm and hot on my cock.
I thought I would have to guide Charity into being bold enough to take my cock into her mouth, but she isn’t shy once it’s up in her face. I feel my whole crown get enveloped by full lips, and she immediately presses her tongue to my bulging crown. I let out a groan, and she pushes her hips into my face, clearly pleased with herself.
While her tongue enjoys itself around the tip of my cock, I let my tongue out to massage her pussy, and I hear her gasp mirror my own. As a circle, the two of us feel one another with our mouths, sending warm embers of delight through our bodies together.
I start slowly, but not as slowly as I was when I gave her her first time. My tongue finds its way to her clit immediately, and rather than torturing her with a painfully slow buildup, I let my tongue flick out and brush against her clit from the very beginning. Her hips squirm at the familiar feeling, and I start letting my tongue out in steady, rhythmic motions, swirling it in little circles with each stroke before withdrawing and swallowing more of her honey.
The way her tongue explores my cock is clumsy, but it has a fresh curiosity to it that my manhood can’t get enough of. I’m stiffer than I have been in a long time as she takes mor
e of me into her mouth, and she moans into my shaft as I feel her warm lips massage me. Her hot, wet mouth takes two more inches of my cock into it, and I feel like I’m being bathed in luxury. Her tongue runs up and down the top of my cock while the soft underside gets pressed up against the roof of her mouth. It’s all soft yet firm at the same time, and I’m so slick that I could be inside her pussy.
I let my tongue get bolder and cover more ground, delving deep into her pussy and lingering there, swirling it around and massaging every part of her that I can get the tip of my tongue on. I expand my tongue wider and let it rub against more of her with each stroke, and the slow but steady flow of honey gets even sweeter in my mouth.
She takes half of my whole girth into her mouth, clearly seeing this as a challenge by now. One of her hands plays with my balls while she lavishes my cock with attention, and I feel myself pulse and throb in her mouth as a reward. She gasps as I finish exploring the depths of her pussy and start flicking my tongue against her clit again, and I feel her starting to well up with tension just as a drop of my precum beads up and drops into her mouth.
I hear a sweet, beautiful gasp from her as she tastes me, but that soon melts into an even more loving groan as she takes as much of my cock into her mouth as she can fit. My crown touches the back of her throat, and her throat tenses as if she’s about to gag, but she pulls back before that can happen, and I feel the tip of my cock against her soft palate.
My tongue gets faster and faster on her pussy, and I feel her mouth moving in a barely conscious rhythm with my strokes. I get firmer, harder, faster by the second, and we soon have a perfect rhythm with one another. She’s far better than I’d expect from someone with no experience, but I’m prouder of her each time we touch.
Finally, I feel her hips squirming, and I hold them in place as I lick her at a steady pace into an orgasm. She lets out a deep, long moan as she comes, and I massage her pussy all the way through it, just like last time, while her tongue never stops lavishing my cock with attention.
When it’s over, I gently pull my cock away from her, and she gets the message and releases it. She looks down at me with an almost disappointed face, hungry for my cock. I turn around on the bed and kiss her. Making her taste her own honey never gets old.
“Why did we stop?” she asks, nearly panting.
“I want to finish inside you,” I growl, reaching for my pants. But when I get my wallet out, I clench my jaw. “Damnit! No condom.”
“I don’t care,” she says quickly, looking up at me desperately. “I need you inside me, Jake. I need you now.”
I look at her with a hard glare, feeling my cock so tight and ready for release that it’s almost painful.
“Are you sure?” I ask. “I won’t hold back anything.”
She looks at me with eyes so full of desire and lust that even I’m surprised, and her full, swollen lips open to utter a single word.
“Good.”
Charity
My heart is pounding so hard and I can hardly remember to breathe.
I feel both scorching hot and shivering cold at the same time, every cell in my body on high alert as I sit perched on the bed, gazing up into Jake’s gorgeous, leaf-green eyes.
I feel like I could stay here forever, just watching his handsome face, noting each and every tiny, almost imperceptible shift in mood and tone crossing those rugged features. Sometimes, when I look at him, this sensation of overpowering desire and affection seizes hold of me, and it’s so new and unexplainable that it kind of scares me a little bit.
I have never known feelings like this.
The closest I have ever come to it was when I developed a crush on a professor of mine at college. When I went to an all-girls’ college, I never expected to run into the kinds of typical “boy-crazy” feelings my parents warned me about.
And truth be told, they didn’t expect it either. I’m sure they assumed all of my teachers would be crusty old men with paunchy bellies and balding, shiny heads. But one of them was a young man with dark hair and a ready smile. He looked like one of the guys in a magazine I would read sneakily on the bus ride to and from campus, and I was entranced.
Still, the feelings I had for my professor pale in comparison to the raging, swirling maelstrom of powerful emotions I feel for Jake. It’s like the two of us have been swept up into a tornado together, spinning above the earth, surrounded by danger and dread, but miraculously safe when we’re together. The first night we spent together, I was still so afraid of him, I was too scared and paranoid to sleep.
Now, I don’t want to sleep because I don’t want to miss a single moment with Jake. I have no idea how long we’re going to stay together. After all, we were never meant to end up stuck with one another in the first place. Jake is a loner, that much I can tell even before finding out more about him. He doesn’t love easily. He doesn’t bend. And in his world of risks and traps, there is little room for a wild card like me. I know I’m a liability to him, to his way of life, to his mission to protect and save his mother.
Yet, he hasn’t let me go. I am still here. And I plan to stay as long as he’ll have me, whatever happens. I have a feeling this can’t last forever, but I’m willing to settle for just tonight, as long as we make the absolute most of it. By the way he’s looking at me, those eyes smoldering, his body tensed and ready, his cock stiff and straining for me—I can tell that he plans to make tonight as amazing as possible, give me some sweet, sexy memories to take home with me when I go.
I want to freeze-frame his image in my mind, crystallize this powerful moment in memory so that I can reflect on it in my future lonely nights. Because I know that once I leave him, or rather he leaves me, I won’t recover from this. Not that the fear and danger itself will scar me—I don’t care about that. But it’s the beautiful things I won’t forget. It’s the way he touches me, reverently and dominantly at the same time. It’s the way he kisses me, the way the three syllables of my ordinary name sound extraordinary on his lips.
It’s the little things that will haunt me forever, but before we part, I need one big event to capture and hold close like a firefly in a mason jar. To light my way through the dark once Jake is gone and out of my life. I will never forget him, so why not make tonight a night to remember?
I can see clearly that Jake is thinking the same thing. The answer is plain on his face as he reaches for me, his hands sliding down my shoulders, down my arms, to grasp both of my hands.
He raises them up and kisses both palms delicately, sending a shiver down my spine, and then he reaches around to cradle me backwards on the bed, laying my head on the pillow as he straddles me. I stare up at him, biting my lip, blushing, nearly trembling with anticipation and worry.
I don’t know what it will feel like, having his cock inside me.
I’ve read so many stories in my magazines, and it seems to be different for everyone. Some say it feels good, some say it hurts so badly they can’t help but cry. Either way, I’m prepared to accept whichever answer it is. As long as Jake is the one touching me, it will be good. That’s all I know.
“You truly are so beautiful,” he murmurs, looming over me and licking his lips. Suddenly, I feel so small, so fragile underneath him. Jake could destroy me, shatter me into tiny pieces if he so chose, but he won’t. He wouldn’t. He wants me to feel good, and I have no doubt that he knows just how to make that happen.
He strokes my cheek with two fingers, following the shape of my cheekbone down to my jaw, to tip my chin up as he leans down to brush his lips against mine. It’s soft at first, tantalizing, like he’s teasing me. And then a little harder, his lips parting and his tongue probing into my mouth. A tingle rolls down through my body and I moan into his mouth, arching my back and trying to press up into him.
I’m getting impatient now, wanting him to fill me up and make me feel whole again. Growing impatient, I reach down between us to lightly stroke his massive, glorious cock, and it gives me a little thrill to feel him shudder a
t my touch. But then, to my dismay, he grabs my wrists and pins them up over my head before dipping down to kiss me again. He breaks away and gives me a gentle but mischievous smile.
“Patience, Charity,” he whispers.
“I don’t want to wait any longer,” I reply breathily, pouting. “I just want you to take me.”
I can tell by the flicker of dark lust in his eyes that he wants the same thing, but he’s trying his hardest to hold back. Despite all his warnings, I fear nothing. I know what I want, and for once, I’m not afraid to ask for it.
“I know you don’t want to hurt me, but you won’t. I promise. Whatever you can give me, I swear I can handle it, Jake. Please,” I murmur softly.
He contemplates my words for a moment, looking totally conflicted, and then he smirks.
“Okay,” he growls. “As you wish.”
And with that, he takes his cock in his hand and leans back slightly, guiding the engorged head of his shaft to my slick, aching opening. I brace myself up on my elbow, holding my breath and watching wide-eyed as he circles my hole with his cock, teasing and easing me into the sensation. I’m entranced by the movement, which sends little tingles of pleasure up through me. My pussy is on fire, tight and clenching, pulsing with need.
The tension in my body is almost painful, and I’m desperate for a release. Jake is equally tight-wound and I know he needs this as badly as I do. He looks up and locks eyes with me, asking a silent question.
Are you ready?
I give him a nervous nod, and he starts to push inside of me. I let out a little yelp of sock and pain and collapse back onto the bed, breathing hard and fast as his cock threatens to split me in two. He’s so big, and my cunny is so tight. It feels as though I could shatter for real, just burst into little glass shards and never be put together again.
And yet, it feels good, too. Satisfying in a way that defies explanation. The pain radiates across my pelvis as he spears into me slowly, until the tip of his cock is pressing against my thin barrier, the threshold that has kept me a virgin all this time. Jake is gritting his teeth, his hands curled into fists gripping the sheets on either side of me as he steadily, cautiously presses on, not wanting to break me, but needing to push past my hymen.
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