by Nikki Sloane
I’d use Joseph to drive away the scared girl. That is, if his enormous dick didn’t kill me first.
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SEVEN
JOSEPH
I’d jerked off so many times while thinking about this moment. It didn’t happen at my restaurant in my fantasies, but this was even better. She’d been worth all the waiting and then some. Her soft moans were hot, but her submission was scorching. How she hadn’t tripped the smoke alarm was beyond me.
I set one hand on her hip and stroked a hand over the round globes of her ass. I wanted to know what it would look like with my handprint welling red on it. Fucking gorgeous, probably, just like the rest of her.
The condom would dull the sensation, but I wasn’t going to complain. It’d be a tight fit inside her, so a little less sensation might be good. I wrapped my hand around my cock and pressed it against her wet, ready pussy.
She took a deep breath, a signal that it was all right to continue. Noemi had found a way to embrace her wild, reckless side. Just when I thought she couldn’t get any hotter, this version of the girl appeared¸ ready to play.
Her breath cut off when the tip of my cock pushed inside.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” I groaned and squeezed her hip to steady myself. Go slow. I didn’t want to hurt her. It was one thing to tease, or cause momentary pain as discipline. A little pain was good as it heightened senses. Greater valleys meant stronger peaks, but this wasn’t that kind of pain.
I gained another inch of her wet heat that gripped my cock like a vise. It was hard to think about anything other than the urge to drive and the need to take. I wanted to claim and own every inch, right motherfucking now.
Noemi groaned as I slipped deeper still.
“Good, baby girl,” I said. “Take it.”
Her shoulders tensed and her back bowed. A stuttering breath was exhaled when I was buried as far as possible.
Like an idiot, I just kept talking. “Yes, fuck. Yes.”
I held still and let her catch her breath, needing to catch mine as well. I’d called her baby girl. Not little girl. Did she pick up on the difference? I was sloppy and out of control.
“You okay?” I whispered, sliding a hand up her spine to gently cup the back of her neck and turn her head toward me. She gazed over her shoulder, her face pale, but determined. She nodded quickly. “How many guys have you been with?”
“Just one,” she said, breathless.
Every muscle in my body seized. “One?” She’d said she wasn’t a virgin, but she was so tight—
“Two,” she amended. “One, and now . . . you.”
My cock twitched. “Such a good little girl before you met me. I’m going to ruin this tight pussy.” I pulled back and gave her a thrust, her first taste of what it was going to be like when I fucked. “You want me to ruin you, Noemi?”
“Yes.” Her breathless voice made my heartbeat pound in my ears and broke the wall on my restraint. Why didn’t I have any fucking control around her?
I widened my stance so I could move. Retreat and advance. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Jesus, she was so wet, it was fucking insane. Every thrust sent a small shockwave rippling across her ass cheeks. Sexy.
“Oh my God, Joseph.”
“Does it feel good? You like my cock inside you?” There was no answer. I twined my hand in her hair and tugged her head back, getting her attention. “Say it.”
“I . . .”
My thrusts were hard and rapid now, slamming her body against the table. Her shallow, quick breathing matched my tempo.
“You, what?” I lowered until my chest was against her back and skated my lips across her neck. “Am I making it hard to speak?”
“Yes.” She shuddered beneath my lips. Power surged strong in my veins. “I like your . . .”
I grinned, realizing what her hesitation was. “Use adult language.”
“I like your cock inside me.”
Yes, baby girl. Me, too. Thankfully I didn’t say it out loud. Instead I latched my teeth on her earlobe and focused on my goal. It was time to make her come—she’d certainly earned her reward.
I wrapped my arm to band low across her hips, and set my other hand on the tabletop for leverage. The necktie she was wearing threw me for a moment. Next time we fucked, there’d be no clothes, at least not on her. She could wear the tie, though. She’d look sexy as fuck with something around her neck and nothing else, plus it’d give me another point on her body to demonstrate control.
Or maybe I could take her tie off right now, bind her wrists, and see just how far the newly uninhibited girl was willing to let me push. Putting restraint on a person eventually made them more wild and desperate. I had countless hours of video proof on my backup servers at the blindfold club.
But a fire that burned too hot didn’t last all that long, and fucking her was like being inside a volcano. I was sweating, and my hand almost slipped on the table. The slide of my dick inside her snug body, paired with her quiet moans, was going to do me in before I was ready.
“Yes,” I groaned. Her pussy clenched, squeezing me with pleasure. My balls tightened and tingled, aching for release.
Yet the cadence of her breathing didn’t alter. Her moans didn’t increase when I fucked her so hard the silverware rattled against the wood. Water sloshed in my glass, splattering on the table.
I switched tactics, rolling my hips against her ass, grinding. Her reaction was similar. Like it felt good, but not good enough. No mind-numbing orgasm was eminent. My hand on her waist drifted down through the small thatch of curls between her legs, seeking her clit.
Her tremble reverberated through her body and into mine. Better, but still not enough. I stirred her faster. She was slick, and her breath was a full-out pant, but her legs didn’t tighten, and no muscles clenched in anticipation of her release.
“Are you close?” I asked, perplexed. True to frustrating form, she didn’t communicate. “Tell me if you’re close to coming,” I ordered.
“No.”
The asshole part of my brain was pissed. How could that be? This felt fucking amazing to me, how could it not for her? I had to force myself back from exploding inside before she got hers. My partner always came first when I fucked.
“Are you uncomfortable?” I asked, slowing, even though the Neanderthal in me wanted to pump until release. “Am I hurting you?”
“No, no.” Her hand reached back and threaded through my hair, gently tugging me close until my nose was pressed against her cheekbone. “It feels really good. I just don’t, um, get there.”
Wait a minute. Icy pinpricks jabbed at my skin and I stopped moving altogether. “What do you mean, you don’t get there? You don’t come?”
She shook her head slowly, her gaze down at the tabletop, as if embarrassed.
“But you said you were about to, when I was tongue-fucking you.”
Noemi’s lush bottom lip was snagged between her teeth. “Yeah, that would have been the first time, you know, with someone else.”
All thought vaporized, other than I’d made a little, terrible mistake. “Son of a bitch.” It felt like I’d been hit by a truck. Her first orgasm that wouldn’t have been self-induced, I’d pushed back in a moment of spite. How much damage did I do, when so much of the female orgasm was mental? I could have been the first man to get her off.
No, fuck it. I would be the first man. “I’m going to fix this.”
She tensed. “Like I’m broken?”
Shit! “No, I didn’t mean it like that.” I pushed slowly against her, stealing her breath. “I meant I was a fucking asshole, and I’m going to make it up to you. Right now.”
I slammed my cock inside her, building quickly to a punishing rhythm, using my fingers to tease and manipulate her swollen clit. I needed my other hand on her hip to keep myself steady, but it ached to be on her tits. “I want you to think about when I had you on your back on my desk.” I ran my tongue over the tip of her ear, tracing it. “Remember when I was sucking
and biting on your tits?”
She whimpered.
It made me throb painfully for release. For a time, I was excited at the idea of hearing her beg, and now I was concerned I was going to do the begging. I certainly deserved to. My fingers pressed hard on her flesh, rubbing back and forth furiously. Flames of pleasure licked at me, beckoning to the point of no return. Wait, I commanded myself.
“Doesn’t it feel good?” I asked. “Let go, baby girl. Give it to me.” Jesus, I had to get a lid on my runaway mouth. Pressuring her to try to come would only backfire. There was one way to get me to shut up. I slowed my tempo to a manageable one, but fucking her like this still felt much too good. “Kiss me.”
It was a strange command, and it was like she knew. Her eyes widen in surprise, but she turned onto one elbow, and brought her lips to mine.
No, bad idea. I’d forgotten what happened when our mouths met. There was the delicious taste of her soft lips, and I wanted to get lost in her mouth. Her goddamn moan when I slipped my tongue over hers practically sent me overboard. I was drowning in this woman already.
Her tongue mingled with mine, but she broke the kiss abruptly. “I imagined this,” she said between two hurried breaths, “every time I’ve touched myself since meeting you.”
She’d blurted it out as if she’d had a momentary bout of courage, but now was scared of the consequences her admission would bring. Like I would judge her? Like it wasn’t the hottest thing to hear?
“Fuck, I did, too,” I said. “Every goddamn day, more than once. And, Noemi? My fantasies didn’t come close.”
“Really?” She squeezed her legs together, tightening her body’s grip on me.
“Yes. Holy shit, do that again.”
The clench of her already tight pussy made my vision go hazy. Okay, time for a new strategy. I couldn’t maintain the fingertip’s grip on the edge another second, so my goal shifted to coming as quickly as possible so I could focus all of my energy on her.
“This is what I wanted,” she said. “God, it feels so good.” She collapsed face-down on the table, her head turned to the side and hair fell over her face, fluttering on her rapid breathing. The change in angle catapulted me into the end sequence. Too late to pull back now. My hand latched onto her shoulder, holding her in place.
Every muscle in my lower body got involved so I could work like a piston. I fucked her as the wolf inside wanted to. Primal and basic. She cried out my name but it was dulled with my pulse screaming in my ears. My vision narrowed to a tunnel as both hands tensed; one dug into her shoulder and the other took a fistful of her long hair.
“Shit, oh fuck . . .” I groaned, and then there were no more words. I came, hot and hard in a fucking rush like nothing else. My body shook from the detonation of pleasure, vacating my mind.
Even as the orgasm began to subside, I struggled to bring my brain back online. Okay, her turn. You got yours and it was pretty fucking spectacular. Make this right.
Noemi lay still. Her glazed eyes blinked sluggishly as I slid out of her the final time. I took off the condom and folded in my paper napkin, then pulled up my pants. I tugged my zipper closed quickly. Meanwhile, she carefully pushed herself up to stand, and bent as if attempting to pull up her pants.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I said.
She froze, her eyes growing wide.
“You think I’m done with you, little girl?”
Anxiety lingered in her expression. I was completely dressed again, and her pants were below her knees now. Her hands clasped together and she subtly pressed them over her legs.
“Are you trying to hide that pretty pussy from me?” I moved in close so I was a breath away, staring down into her hazel eyes. “You know I’ve already seen it. I’ve already tasted it.” And I was about to do it again.
I lifted my foot and put it between her knees, pushing her pants down to her ankles. “Sit on the table and lie back.”
Her expression shifted to alarm. “But we just—”
She didn’t follow my directions, so I put my hands on her hips and lifted, seating her on the edge of the table with a thump that once again rattled the silverware. I used a sharp tone. “Lie back.”
The veneer squealed faintly under her bare skin as she moved. I righted the chair I’d knocked over and sat, scooping my hands under the backs of her knees.
“Up,” I urged.
She didn’t understand my intention until her knees were above my head and I ducked down inside the circle of her legs. Her ankles were bound by the pants holding them there, resting behind my neck. She was spread open to me and her gaze darted to mine, nervous. She was checking to see my reaction to her being completely exposed.
I smiled. “You’re so fucking sexy, you have no idea.”
She pushed out the breath she must have been holding. I ran the pad of my thumb ever-so slowly down her slit, and she twitched from the touch. Sensitive. I shifted an inch closer in my seat, settling in, and got to work.
“Oh . . .” It was quiet from her, but rang loud as hell in my ears. My hands curled around her thighs while I used my mouth, running the tip of my tongue over every wet inch of her pussy, before zeroing in on the spot that would bring her home.
A hand crept onto the top of my head. There wasn’t pressure in her touch, it was like she wanted to hold on. Her other hand found mine on her thigh, gripping my fingers. I squeezed her right back, and nuzzled.
A new moan slipped from her, verging on a whimper, which changed abruptly when I eased a finger inside her body. My tongue fluttered in a Z-pattern over her clit, and my finger searched for the spongy spot deep inside that created a more intense orgasm.
Fingernails raked softly over my scalp and the hand clutching my fingers went white-knuckled.
“Oh my God, that feels amazing,” she whispered.
A fire was building in Noemi, it was obvious from the way she writhed on the table. But she seemed to reach a plateau of pleasure, never getting all the way to the apex. The rapid thrust of my finger, which was coated in her arousal, was hard to maintain. My tongue was starting to get tired and my jaw ached, but I wasn’t going to stop. Nothing lasts forever.
“Look at me,” I said, pulling back so I could catch my breath. I locked gazes with her from between her thighs, but continued to fuck her with my finger. “It’s going to happen, baby girl, just relax and breathe. I’m doing this until you come. I don’t care if this place opens and other people come in. Would you like that, if people watched me licking your sweet pussy?”
Her eyes hooded and a strange tingle warmed inside my chest. The good girl liked the sound of that, even if she wouldn’t dare say it out loud. I shook her hold off and shoved my hand up her shirt, palming her bra-covered breast. Her back arched, as desperate as I was for the touch.
All the effort was taking its toll on me, because I was growing hard, again. Unreal. I found her nipple through the bra and rolled it between my fingers, pinching. Gentle at first, until I dipped my head back down and sucked her clit between my lips.
“Shit!” She bucked under my lips. Hearing the profanity from her good girl mouth turned up the heat. Christ, soon I’d be full-mast from going down on her, not ten minutes after coming harder than I had in forever. And then what? I was out of condoms. Why the fuck didn’t I carry more than one?
I’d have to calm down and wait until later. I already knew once wasn’t going to be enough with her, and that was before she’d revealed the boy she’d slept with was a selfish motherfucking prick.
The harder I pinched at her, the louder she got, encouraging me. Did she like a little sting of pain? This girl was a special order, made just for me. I touched her everywhere I could, moving two fingers inside.
Noemi had jumped when I tested her waters with anal play, but she’d also almost come when it had been my main focus. My third finger dropped down, rubbing her asshole while my first two fingers fucked her senseless.
Goodbye, plateau. Everything changed in a m
oment. Her chest heaved as she struggled to find air, and her legs trembled.
My face heated with a smile. “You filthy girl.”
I put pressure on the finger, creeping inside.
“Whoa, wait . . .” she said. She’d told me to ignore it, so I did. Her head snapped up and she looked terrified, but I could see it was already too late. Her orgasm was in motion, heading for the finish. “Wait, wait . . .”
I played her body like an instrument, and finally, she started to make music. Her gasps turned to moans, increasing in volume as her body shuddered. Inside, her pussy pulsed on my fingers.
“Good girl,” I said, kissing the inside of her thigh and slowing my fingers as she came. Yes. Her head fell back on the table with a bang, and she cried out, the muscles in her lower body quaking. Watching an orgasm roll through her was hotter than a month’s worth of footage at my club. Hotter than a year’s worth. Plus, I was seeing something no one else had before. Her gasps, her hands that seized my head, every last drop of her orgasm, was only for me.
I let her ride the final seconds out, savoring it. Her recovery was slow, but it also seemed like it had been an epic eruption.
I wanted her again. Instead, I ducked out from between her legs and stood, placing a hand on the table beside her head, leaning over her. Her eyes were closed, and aftershocks of pleasure seemed to ripple through her still.
“Have dinner with me tonight,” I commanded.
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EIGHT
NOEMI
Holy hell, Joseph had done it. He’d fucking done it. My body was tingling and weightless in the aftermath of my first orgasm that hadn’t been caused by my own hand. Was it always like that? The euphoria had lasted forever and a day.
I stared up at him and his demanding eyes, which were gorgeous, and tried to pull myself back together. He’d asked me to dinner, and was waiting on my answer.
“I thought you didn’t date.” I was still breathless, but it could have been his intense stare that was causing it.
“It’s not a date.” He bent down and pressed his lips to mine, and the world spun again. He was like a drug, at least I assumed, as I’d never done drugs. Sensible Noemi, who was presently shell-shocked, wouldn’t have allowed drugs to mess up any of her parents’ carefully laid plans.