I'd been without him for so long, tried to push these feelings from my mind, but they didn't go anywhere. They just remained, lingering in my sub-conscious, begging for me to just give in to passion, to give in to my needs.
To give into our forbidden lusts.
"Oh God," I whimper into the air of the motel, my head tilting back, my body aching for him. "Kaiden!"
He pulls away from me, releasing my breast, my pussy, and I fear he’s going to think better of this whole, ill-conceived infatuation we have for one another. But he looks me in the eyes as he breaks my leg lock, and moves on down my body.
Kaiden’s gaze stays with mine until he’s prying my thighs open wide, then looking down at my covered slit.
I’d heard him take so many women, but I felt so very special under his care. He strokes my soft inner thighs, then leans in.
Inhaling my scent, a shudder passes through him before he leans in, kissing my pussy through the fabric of my panties. Even with that fabric between us, it feels so… so intense. I can’t quite get over how much intimacy is compacted in that one press of our lips.
Then, as I’m still lost in excitement, he tugs my panties aside, and I’m aware that the one man who shouldn’t be is staring at my bare, glistening pussy. And he loves it. Kisses it. Tastes it.
Tastes me.
His tongue ring grazes against my clit and I jump. I've fantasized for so long about what that hard little piece of metal would feel like, and the contrast between his soft, wet tongue, and that firm piercing is... surreal.
But even more than that is the fact that this is Kaiden.
I lift my head, look at him between my pale thighs, and I feel so dizzy with lust that I'm afraid I'm going to pass out. He looks so fucking good, so serious, and I'm quivering with such need.
I'm soaking wet, I know that. It's not the first time Kaiden's gotten me wet, even if it is the first time that he's done anything about it. And I wonder how often he got hard thinking of me.
Thinking of what he'd do to me.
What he wanted to do with me.
My breathing is like little pants of breath, and I try not to moan, but I fail. Even when I bite down on my lower lip, I'm still not able to hold those sounds of pleasure in, and I shift closer to him, my entire body affected by a tremor.
"You feel so good," I gasp, clutching the blanket. "I've never... never felt like this."
He doesn’t respond. At least, not with words.
Kaiden’s response is physical and intense.
He grasps my two thighs, sinking his thumbs into my soft inner flesh and keeping me pinned to the bed as he works his tongue over my pussy aggressively. All I can see is his dark hair, his broad shoulders with their bulging muscles, but what I feel is explosive.
Each pass of his studded tongue around my pussy is more than I can handle, yet they’re not alone. One stroke after another, he lashes his tongue over my slit, making me feel pleasure like I’d never even dreamed of!
And how could I conceive of such sensations when I had nothing to go on?
All of my fantasies have been so... shallow compared to what he's making me feel now, and I cry out, arching my back and body. I want to get away, to escape the intensity of the bliss he's giving me, and yet he doesn't let me. He keeps me pinned in his hulking arms, holding me to his mouth and devouring me hungrily.
He's like a wild beast, a savage, making me almost cry from how good it feels. How much I've wanted this for so long, and it was always just a pale glimmer of this moment.
"I... oh God!" I gasp. I want to confess, for him to know all my sins, all the horrible thoughts I've had about him, all the desirous things I've done. All the times I touched myself thinking of him, or listening to him as he fucked another woman, wishing it were me.
I just don't have the power to speak any longer.
He’s giving me so much, but he also takes from me my ability to speak in whole sentences.
That tongue, that devilish tongue, continues to lash and swirl when one of his hands releases my thigh. And though I clamp my leg immediately against the side of his head, I couldn’t disturb his work. He is a rock, immovable. Even as a pained growl runs from him to me.
Instead, he goes about his business, sliding his long index finger deep into my slick, wet pussy. The tip of his digit parting my folds, tracing around them, teasing and circling, until it sinks in and stretches me around his finger as he gives me my first feeling of being full of him.
It’s only a finger, but with the work of his tongue, it adds to the intensity of my pleasure so well.
So wrong. So very, very wrong.
I'm being finger-fucked and eaten out by Kaiden.
I swallow, and there's a pit in my stomach, but it feels so amazing. I don't want him to stop, not even for a second, even as I try to squirm away. I'm breathing so hard, and all rational thought has left me.
All I want is him. His hands, his tongue, his cock.
Oh God, his cock.
I haven't even seen it, and only felt its hardness through his jeans, but the thought of him actually really fucking me, combined with the ministrations of his tongue and his finger sends me over an edge. I scream, filling the shitty motel room with the sound of my explosive pleasure.
I buck against his face and he holds me right where he needs me as he suckles upon my clit, making that intense high even better.
I scream until I'm red in the face, my entire body bucking and protesting, needing a reprieve from his skilled tongue. From how those waves keep crashing down on me, threatening to take me under and submerse me utterly in bliss.
Kaiden gives me my break, but on his own time, at his own pace.
A few final smacks of his lips resound as he kisses my pussy, then rises up to lick at his mouth and savor my flavor.
There he is again, and though my sight is blurry after my intense climax, I can see that gorgeous man. He’s stunning. Battered and bruised, with muscles bulging, he’s the most masculine man I’ve ever met, and I adore that about him
I lust for him as much as any woman could lust for a man.
It’s pure torture as he reaches down past his bulging abs, slowly undoing his jeans, peeling them down to show the bulge of his black boxer-briefs.
That bulge.
It’s immense!
It looks even bigger than it felt through his thick cotton jeans. A large snake that extends out to his hip, pulsating beneath the dark fabric.
My imagining of what it must look like doesn’t last much longer though, because he peels the underwear away too, and out it comes…
That thick, veiny girth, bulging and pulsating with such intense desire. It’s obscene! It’s utterly and completely obscene. I shouldn't be looking at this! And yet my breath is stolen away by it.
The purple crown is glistening from pre-cum and his heavy sac dangles beneath as he slides out of his clothes entirely and returns to rubbing his hard, strong hands over my legs.
“Dammit Princess,” he says, as if still trying to restrain himself. But he's failing. Miserably. Endorphins must be rushing through his body, distracting him from his pain, because other than a wince here and there, he looks like the picture of power.
He wants me so bad, and we've already reached the point of no return. This time, I'm not running. This time, I'm not going to try to fight what's happening, not again. I want him too bad. I want him to take my virginity, to be the first man inside my body.
I look down at his cock, my breath short and my throat hurting from all the screaming I've done.
"Kaiden," I gasp out, my voice sounding so different than what I'm used to. "I've never been with anyone," I say, though I know I don't have to. Maybe I shouldn't have. Maybe he'll change his mind, leave me here wanting and needy for him.
The thought terrifies me, and I sit up, moving towards him as if I'm in a trance. Like the sight of his cock is drawing me in, making me reach out. I touch my slender digits to his shaft, running them along the pulsing surf
ace.
It's gorgeous.
He's gorgeous.
I lick my lips as I look up at him, scared about what he'd do or say next.
As my fingers touch upon him though, his eyes descend, nearly shutting.
If my words got through to him, he doesn’t show it. He’s too enraptured with my touches, my skin upon his most private and sensitive of flesh. And the lewd bulging of his manhood against my palm is so… prominent. So dirty.
He’s trying to resist, I know that. And for a moment I’m panicking that he’ll do it. That he’ll end this all here, even if that’s what part of me says I should want. That I should want him to have the strength to run when I don’t.
But he doesn’t.
Kaiden reaches out, grasps me by the shoulders and lowers me back down onto the bed, his mouth burying itself into my neck as he presses upon me once more.
I realize he’s too far gone to go back now, just like me, and we’re barreling over that precipice together, completely.
There's no going back, not after this, but I don't care. I moan as his mouth caresses my throat, as his body grinds against mine.
"Oh Kaiden," I whimper, his tongue caressing the delicate skin along my throat, nuzzling my hair out of the way.
Tonight we nearly died together, and now, it's like we both started finally embracing life and what we really wanted rather than denying ourselves that thing which we needed.
"Kaiden," I gasp again, his teeth nipping me just a little, just enough to send a jolt through me. "I want you to be my first. I need..." I say, but my words are cut off by another moan.
His strong hands slide up and down along my sides, he’s squeezing my breast in one hand, my hip in the other. It’s such a beautiful feeling to be manhandled by my Kaiden, knowing he wants me so very, very bad.
“Abby,” he murmurs into my ear in between nips of my sensitive neck, his words so deep and dark. “I’ve never been with a woman without usin’ a condom. Never,” he husks, kissing me again.
“I want us both to have a first,” he growls before biting me, pushing his hips forward so that his thick cock prods at my tiny pussy, his tip sliding along the slick lips.
It's totally and completely irrational what those words do to me.
There's no other explanation but irrationality that my hips lift towards him and I press myself against that flared tip. There's no other explanation for the way a tremor goes up and down my spine, little fireworks of pleasure starting in my clit and moving up through my torso, excited jolts traveling through me.
My eyes flutter closed and my lips drop open as I grind against him with no other reason or desire than just to feel his body against mine more fully.
I know we should both just stop before it goes too far, but the thought of him taking me, raw... of my being his first...
I can't deny the desire that draws up in me.
"I want you so bad," I gasp. "I've wanted you... thought about you... for so long."
His hand at my hip reaches out, fingers sinking into my ass cheek as he grasps and gropes at my body. He’s ravenous for me, and I can see it in his emerald eyes.
“You’re the only woman I’ve wanted to fuck… the only woman I’ve fantasized about fucking, for so… so damn long, Princess,” he says, his voice deep and gravelly with desire as he nudges in against me. "Every fucking one of those women I brought home, I was only thinking of you." That thick crown of his manhood spreading my pussy lips just a little, making me flower around him as he gives a low groan that resonates out of his chest.
It’s slow, but it’s sure: he’s taking me.
My first time has already begun, and I can feel his dick sliding into me, stretching me out and deflowering me as that big, muscular man shuddered from his own joy at the act.
“Fuck Abby,” he groans.
He's so big, but I'm so wet, and that helps a little. Though he's still spreading me open so much wider than I've ever been, and I cry out, a little bit of pain mixing with the amazing sensation of his spreading me open.
In all my fantasies, I never knew it could feel like this, and my hands grip the cheap sheets as he impales me.
He feels so hot, so thick, and I can feel the beating of his heart through his huge tool. Every pulse resonates through me, and for the first time, we're really, truly linked.
My arms go around his neck, holding him close to me, drawing him in as he kisses my forehead, soothes my pain.
"That's it, Princess," he growls, his voice both sweet and hard, complementary and lust-ridden as he steals my virginity.
His one hand grasps the bed, bunching it up in his fingers as he squares off his shoulders. He’s straining himself, doing his best to ease me into it after my confession.
But his need to satiate that thick cock inside my pussy is too much even for him, and he doesn’t stop, doesn’t stall. He sinks on down until he’s reached my utmost depths, and I can feel the incessant throb of his manhood.
Again and again it’s stretching my pussy walls, bulging and pulsating, turning my narrow little virginal pussy into a sleeve for his cock.
His eyes are shut tight, but I can hear his gravelly moan as he shudders. All those powerful muscles, able to withstand a savage beating and still come to my rescue, brought to bear by the pleasures of my body.
It made me feel drunk on sex.
“Fuck, Abby…” he growls out, tugging back on his hips, so that my clinging pussy pulled against him. “You’re perfect,” he breathes out, slowly starting to fuck me upon that cheap motel bed.
It's not how I would've anticipated losing my virginity. In some tawdry room to my high school crush... To my step-brother.
But I can't think of how it could be any more perfect.
We are finally, blissfully one.
We've been fighting it for so long, and now my legs are wrapped around his waist as he fucks me. He's bruised and broken, but still, he wants me.
Needs me.
My mouth goes to his and I kiss him, deep and hungrily, needing to feel and taste and smell him so badly. I've never been so turned on, and so happy.
My tongue caresses his, running along his stud, my fingers digging into his back. I know his body must still ache, but he doesn't let it show. His craving for me won’t let him.
So as his powerful body picks up its pace, hammering down into me with blow after blow of his thrusting shaft, he appears godlike and unbeatable. None of the cuts or bruises of the night faze him.
Though all that is inconsequential, because I’m just lost to the bliss of his cock plowing into me. Again and again it fills me up and spreads me open, making me feel so incredibly full. So desired. So wanted. Needed.
Those husky moans, so masculine, yet conveying the weakness of his desire for me.
He squeezes my breast, forces his eyes open to look down upon me, soak in the sight of my body rocked by his pumping thrusts. To gaze at the lewd sight of my pink little pussy spread wide and filled with his shaft, again and again.
My body is still tingling with my orgasm, and every strike of his body against mine takes me closer to that brink again. Closer to the point of absolute and utter bliss.
I want to hide from it, not to cross that line with him, but there are no more lines. It's all just blurred together into wrongness, into wonderfully unbridled lust.
"Oh God, Kaiden," I gasp, my hips tilted towards him, letting him sink into me so deep. "I've dreamed about this..."
His hand slides down to my hip, up across my thigh, and he lifts it up, taking my leg over his own hip. He plunges down into me oh so deep, and I catch glimpses of his ripped physique undulating as he fucks me in the fog of my pleasure-blurred mind.
“Ohh Princess… you feel better… better than I imagined,” he pants out in his deep, dark voice. “Better than any of those women I tried to fill the void of wanting you with.”
He’s so sincere, and I can feel his dick throbbing wildly as he takes me.
His pace is quickening
, and I can hear the bed groan and creak beneath us as he fucks me harder, faster. The loud sound of his balls slapping against my ass resounding throughout the room.
I arch my back, and there’s no turning back. There’s no denying my body its pleasure as it washes over me. It’s softer at first, but then it starts to build at a pace I’d never experienced before. Every thrust takes me higher and higher until a scream comes from my lips and I clutch onto him for dear life.
My fingers and nails sink into his hard, muscled flesh, but he doesn’t mind.
He couldn’t.
He pummels me with his dick as he too goes spiraling out of control. His cock swelling, so stiff and hard, as his balls tighten and he’s fighting his urge to come.
It’s a losing battle though, as I clench around him in my moment of intense pleasure.
I’m flailing, writhing, and he’s the only thing keeping me in place. Grounding me through the point of our loins where our bodies are firmly marked as one.
“I’m cumming, Princess,” he roars out like some giant beast, and I can feel it.
I can actually feel his thick, massive cock reaching its potential.
His muscles bulge and as I’m lost to a sea of pleasure, he joins me.
“Take it, baby,” he growls before all words are lost and he’s just shooting his thick, creamy load deep inside of me. Spurt after spurt of that rich, creamy come filling my every crevice.
I cry out, his words teasing me to a new high as I grind into him, gasping and sputtering and losing my mind.
And then we’re left panting in one another’s arms, holding on to one another as we’re spent and exhausted, his cock still pulsing within me.
I lay still, afraid if I move, I might break the moment. That any breath I take might make this spell disappear and we’d be brought back to reality.
Kaiden’s not so sheepish, though.
As weary and beaten as he is, he has it in him to reach out, pull me into his big arms as he rolls to his side. Our bodies are still interlocked in that smooth movement, and I’m pressed against his glistening torso, a thin sheen of perspiration highlighting the contours of his bulging muscles.
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