Chapter 6
Owen
I don’t think I’ve enjoyed face-fucking anyone as much as this. Dakota is so fucking sweet, and knowing I’m pleasing virgin pussy has my dick harder than ever. Virgin pussy that I may have had a hand in preserving all those years ago. I should feel guilty about blowing her off, but I don’t. The truth is I couldn’t appreciate her back then, not with the constant stream of girls I fucked just for kicks. I’m a different person now. Well, sort of. At least now, I can picture dating one woman at a time.
My balls rub against the seam of my boxers, making things worse. I shift on my knees, trying to ease the urge to bury my cock balls deep inside of her. Wild and raw. The erection straining to be let out doesn’t care about the danger. Her wild movements have me fighting for breath, not only because I am tongue-deep in her cunt, but also because my heartbeat is pounding so hard inside my chest, I can barely force air into my lungs against the pressure.
She was still for just a few minutes, and I know she’s ready for more when her hips begin writhing again. Taking her signal, I lick halfway up her pussy a handful of times. Her body bounces. She purrs with each touch of my tongue. From the corner of my eye, I see her hands caressing her breasts through her shirt. I stop, and although it kills me to do so, I lift my head, catching her eyes as she flicks them open in response.
With my chin wet with her juices, I climb from the bed and leave her, heading for the bathroom with my erect cock pressing on my zipper. It wants Dakota and I can no longer deny it. Returning to bed, I gather her in my arms, resting my chin atop her head. Her rich reddish brown hair is loose, flowing in soft natural waves across her shoulders and down her back. I lift some strands and twirl them around my finger.
“I want to be the first man that fucks you,” I whisper.
She tilts her head and gazes up at me. I wouldn’t blame her if she says no. She’s known me for years, is aware that I’m not boyfriend material, and I already have a strike against me for standing her up. The green and gray flecks in her hazel eyes seem to shimmer as she holds my gaze. I look back into them without fear, waiting for her to give the verdict. Dakota laughs, and the sound crushes me in ways I don’t even expect.
“I’m serious,” I tell her.
Sobering quickly, she re-enters my embrace. “I wasn’t laughing at you, Owen, I was laughing because of you. Trust me. This is corny, but I have dreamed of hearing you talk dirty to me for ages. I can’t picture my first time with anyone else.”
Tightening my hold on her, I pull her in even closer. We’ve waited long enough. I want to worship this woman and mark her as mine so she can never forget her first time.
I tilt her head up and kiss her, pressing my palm on her lower back so she can feel the thick erection that’s about to invade her body. Dakota nibbles on my bottom lip, pulling it gently between her teeth. Groaning, I bury a hand into her hair, driving my tongue deeper into her mouth the way my cock will soon possess her cunt. I help her out of her shirt, motion for her to remove her bra, hardly waiting a second to roll her onto her back.
She whimpers as my mouth moves down the side of her neck, tasting her skin while my hands run up and down her sides. I wander past her collarbone, lingering at the tops of her breasts until her back arches up to offer me her nipples. Her hips lift for more contact with my cock. I haven’t forgotten how badly I want her, but I can’t resist the urge to taste every square inch of her. My tongue teases each nipple one by one, blowing hot breaths on each peak until she calls out my name and begs me to fuck her. I smile against her flesh while one hand rolls her nipple between my thumb and index finger.
Dakota wraps her legs around my hips clenching me like a vice, grinding on my dick. I can’t help but enjoy her responsiveness, and the way she takes what she needs without shame. Moving my mouth to her other nipple, I suck it between my teeth as I reach a hand to the night table for a condom. Dakota grips my biceps in response, stiffening her body beneath me.
I spread her legs. Moving from her breasts, I rip open a wrapper and roll one up. She lets out a cute little sound in the back of her throat, causing me to smile as I lower to her again. I take her into my arms, almost crushing her little body under me as I cover her mouth for a kiss that makes my dick harder than ever. Exploring her shapely curves, my hands move down her body. I raise my hips and run a hand to the top of her inner thighs. Taking my thick, swollen cock in my hand, I press it against her slick, tight heat. I let it rest at her folds, and allow the movement of her hips to welcome me inside.
She writhes and moans. Her fingernails dig into my back, nudging me along inch by cock-clenching inch until I’m as deep inside of her as her sweet, virgin cunt will allow. I pull out and wait for her to guide me in again. I give a slight jerk of my hips. Dakota whimpers out that she wants more of me. I pull out again, and sink inside, thrusting my hips once more. This time, I’m sure I’ve breached the wall when her body stiffens and her legs seize.
“Are you all right?” I ask, freezing in one spot. I can’t stop myself from kissing her forehead, hoping to make it all better and take her pain away. “I can stop, or slow down. I can be gentler. Whatever you need.”
She shakes her head. “No,” she breathes out. “Keep going. I’m fine. You feel…amazing.”
Her raspy voice and the sway of her hips compel me forward. Out, then in. A little at a time. Every thrust has her whimpering, clinging to me as I drive deeper, stretching her inner walls. I drill into her, and Dakota lifts her legs around my waist, crying out against the crook of my neck. My hands slide under her ass cheeks, and with a firm squeeze, she shakes and stiffens, pulsating around my shaft as she hits her climax. I’m out of my mind with the need to kick it up a notch, but she’s coming hard, trembling from head to toe. I need to wait for her to catch her breath.
She stretches out her legs, so I relax a bit, trying to ignore that my balls are probably blue right now. The pressure in my groin is at an all-time high. Still, I hang on to my will and let her recover. Except, Dakota’s breathing changes. Her grip on my back slackens. As I question whether or not she’s asleep, I pull out of her slowly and pull the condom off. I shouldn’t be pleased that I’ve fucked her into a coma, but as I drift off beside her, I am.
Chapter 7
Dakota
The light of dawn filters into one side of the hotel window, waking me up to Owen’s body heat against my chest. I force my eyes open. His eyes are closed, his chest rises and falls peacefully. I should let him sleep. I just can’t help myself from rubbing my body teasingly on his.
There’s no space between our bodies, but I find a way to wedge my hand down and find his cock. Christ, it’s huge. Just touching the firm veined shaft and velvety tip causes heat to build in my core. I’m wet and throbbing, hoping he wants me one more time, even though I believe I fell asleep with him inside of me. Smiling, I run my fingers down the length, and it expands and pulsates under my touch. Dripping with a need I never felt before last night, I bend a knee and lift one leg, tilting my hips to position his massive manhood between my legs. I want him inside of me again.
Owen groans out a growl. His eyes aren’t even open, yet he reaches over to the strip of condoms and passes it to me. I’m not sure how I’ll fit what he has between his legs into this condom, but I’m willing to try. Sitting up, I carefully rip open one side of the wrapper. It’s so easy for me to overthink how I’ll do this, but then I have a realization. This isn’t supposed to be difficult. People probably rush to get this protection part out of the way so they can get to the good part. The thought gives me resolve. Biting down on one side of my bottom lip, I place the condom at the tip of Owen’s cock, and I roll it down his shaft.
I glance up at his face. He has an entertained grin rising up his cheek.
“What?” I ask.
“You’re sweet.”
I want to tell him that I’m new, but learn fast, but I can’t bring myself to say much, not while he rocks his hips toward my hand, thrusti
ng his thick length between my fingers. I take the hint, moving up and down his rigid shaft, wishing then that I would have thought to give him a handjob before putting on the condom. Either way, touching him like this and seeing how his body responds to my touch makes me more aroused as I fondle every corded muscle.
I’m starting to get into it when Owen reaches over to me, grips my waist, and lifts me on top of him. He looks up into my face, not saying a word for some time.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, eyes dark and intense.
His gaze runs down my body, pausing at my breasts. Feeling brave, I take his hands and raise them to chest height, pressing each to cover my breasts. The heat of his hands massaging my flesh while his cock is pulsating so close to my center gets my hips moving. The look in his eyes goes from sweet and admiring to dark and sinful as he grips my waist. Owen lifts me high off his hips and positions himself between my legs.
“Ride me, Dakota,” he whispers. “Take as much time as you need.”
With a nod, I press my palms on his stomach. I take a few seconds to rub against his cockhead, and soon it’s not enough. Inch by inch, I sink down along his length, supported by his hands tight around my waist. I’m barely halfway down when my eyes roll back in my head and I rotate my hips, taking him all the way inside. Owen lifts me up again, pulling me down a bit more firmly and a lot more quickly.
Gripping his shoulders, I move up and down his length. He releases my waist, and runs a finger over my hot, swollen clit, sending me careening off into wicked bliss. With my back arching on its own, and my climax teetering on the side of a cliff, I whimper out a cry as my core pulses. My legs shake, and sparks go off behind my eyelids as I come hard.
Before I can catch my breath, Owen pulls me to his chest and rolls us over, still connected. His lips capture mine for a hungry kiss. I can hardly believe that his mouth on mine has my core fluttering, extending my orgasm as he continued to pump inside of me. I wrap my legs around his waist, and the angle of his attack changes. I’m so wet, soaking the sheets more with every movement of my hips. Any soreness I felt before has melded in with pleasure and a need for more. Owen thrusts inside my wet, throbbing heat, giving me everything I’ve been craving. He pulls from our kiss and his lips graze across my cheeks to my earlobes.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans, filling me, moving in and out of me. His mouth and teeth make contact with my neck, suctioning my skin, making a mark that’s sure to be there for a day or two, but I don’t care. It feels too good to stop.
He tilts my hips again, changing his angle of attack until I start to see stars. I don’t know how he’s able to ramp up my pleasure this way, but I love the idea of him knowing how to orient my body. Every thrust he delivers hits a spot that drives me outside of my body. My whimpers turn to screams that force me to cover my mouth to avoid waking up my sister and friends in the rooms nearby. I call out his name, which seems to drive him insane. Owen picks up the pace to a punishing speed, pistoning in and out of me wildly until a wave of ecstasy pulls me under, and he joins me as he comes hard.
We’re panting hard to catch our breath. Owen lowers on top of me and cradles my body. I stretch my legs out, drenched in sweat and completely at ease in this intimate embrace. As much as I’m enjoying him, the sobering thought that this is just a one-time thing begins to fill my head. Still, neither of us is making a move, so I let the moment be.
Out of nowhere, Owen moves my hair to one side and whispers into my ear, “I don’t care how dumb this sounds, but I’m not letting you get away.”
“This morning, you mean?” I ask for some clarification between foreign giggling laughter that comes from my mouth.
“Ever,” he answers with finality. “So, want to be my plus-one at your sister’s wedding? You’ve already gotten a sample of my skills on the dance floor.”
I laugh. “I’m the maid of honor. I have to be there.”
“Good, so I’ll take that as a yes.” He finds my hand and softly kisses inside my palm. “We have a connection. Don’t ask me to explain what I mean. I just know.”
I nod. I feel the same way, and can’t wait to see where it takes us for Christmas and beyond.
THE END
PUNISHED
A Novella - Second Edition Mar 2017
Copyright © 2016 Bella Love-Wins
(Original Title: Punished for Christmas)
Written by Bella Love-Wins
Chapter 1
Malcolm
I lean back on the sofa, appreciating the pair of pouty lips working their way up and down the length of my rigid cock.
The glass of Scotch in my hand rounds out the mood as I relax in front of a roaring fire in my private suite at the clubhouse. It’s the first December night chilly enough to warrant a fire. There’s nothing like the sound of crackling logs and the hot, dry air on nights like these.
I look down at the flaming shock of red hair bobbing around my groin. What’s her name again? Penny? No, she’s off with Ted. Stefania? No, that’s the icy-hot little Nordic princess that Chauncey snapped up. That would leave…Melissa? Maybe.
Whatever her name is, she is world-class at giving head. I picked her just for that full, luscious mouth of hers. And sure, I’ve always had a thing for redheads. Especially around the holidays.
“That’s it…” I groan, pumping my hips upward to meet her mouth.
She moans, and the vibrations go right to my balls. Closing my eyes, I rest the Scotch on the end table. My hands are now free to grip a handful of her hair and help her along with the pace I like. Yes, witnessing her bright red pair of perfectly plump lips go down on my dick after a long day at work is reward enough, and this sweet thing has some skills.
My balls tighten, and that pressure deep in my groin begins to expand and take over my thought processes, and pretty much every non-essential bodily function as I get close to exploding.
“Fuck,” I growl through clenched teeth and my body stiffens.
The pleasure becomes too much. Little Miss Gingersnap begins to suck harder, draining me dry. She moves up and down my shaft a few more times as if she does not want to waste a single drop. When she finally eases up, I release her hair and she backs away from my dick, sitting back on her knees with her eyes locked on my face, waiting for my next instruction.
“That was good,” I drawl, closing my eyes.
She crawls up on the couch beside me, winding one of her arms around my neck. I’m about to tell her I need a minute to get my second wind, and I notice the hem of this little black dress she has on is halfway between her thighs and her waist. There are no panties in sight, and it dawns on me that she’s been keeping herself busy with that other hand between her legs.
I take hold of that naughty hand that’s been doing my job without my knowledge. Lifting her hand to my mouth, I suck each finger clean, breathing in her sweet feminine scent as I go. That’s enough to make me rock hard again. I reach over for the box of condoms on the end table. Ripping one open, I pass it to her. She’s so eager, it’s on me in no time, and in the next instant, she straddles me and sinks down my shaft.
Fuck, this woman knows what she’s doing.
“Take off this dress,” I tell her with a groan, wanting to see more of her.
“But you feel so good, cowboy,” she whispers as her hips lift and lower, taking more of me inside of her each time she bobs on my rock hard length. “That Texas drawl in your accent turns me on. You’re from Texas, right?”
“I sure am,” I confirm.
“I don’t want to stop, baby.”
“Fine.”
If she likes this dress, well, she’ll need to get herself a new one. I’m not ready to miss out on her perky breasts as they bounce. My hands go up to her deep V-neckline, and with a firm, sharp tug, I rip the front right down to her waist.
There.
Much better.
Her firm, ample breasts, pink nipples and creamy skin have been hiding out for far too long. She doesn’t ev
en flinch about the torn scraps of dress on her body. Placing my hand on her back, I pull her breasts closer, burying my face into her cleavage for a bit of up close and personal time. She continues to ride me. My lips graze over her nipple, and just as I capture one between my teeth and suck it into my mouth, her body freezes in place.
Her cries of ecstasy make me realize that little miss sunshine is either really quick to get her jollies, or has had too much time to play with herself while she was giving me head. Either way, now that her core is pulsing and fluttering, it gives my dick a wicked massage. I’m enjoying it, but I’m getting restless sitting in this sofa. I give her a minute to catch her breath. As I wait, I run my hands down her legs that go on for miles, and wrap them around my waist. Pushing off the couch, I carry her toward my bedroom down the hall, absently hoping that my dress slacks will stay put around my hips even though my zipper is down, my waistband is unbuttoned, and my belt is somewhere in the living room.
We don’t quite get there. I’m still buried deep inside of her, and at this standing angle, with her voice purring in my ear, I’m close to losing control. Pressing her up against the hallway wall, I pump my hips, driving into her tight, hot center like a man possessed. She’s working her hips too, rolling them around in tiny almost indiscernible movements that have me close to blowing my load. This may be a new time record, and I have to wonder whether she’s my fucking soulmate—in the bedroom at least.
In a few more sharp thrusts, I take her mouth for a hot, rough, breathy, kiss as I empty inside of her, right there up against the wall.
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