by Dani Wyatt
I don’t let her eyes move from mine as I lower my fingers again, to hold her throat as I force my mouth onto hers, fucking her now with my tongue, tasting her for the first time as we share her flavor in a violent kiss.
In a burst, I’m off the bed, dragging my jeans and boxers off, watching her watch me and when I stand, I see the look on her face.
“God,” she purrs, her eyes darting between my face and the hard granite rod standing nearly to my belly button. “I knew from feeling it...but oh my God.”
There is a mixture of fear and awe in her eyes as I move to stand at the edge of the bed, fisting the base of my dick so it will stand out toward her face.
“Kiss it. Just the tip where it’s leaking for you. Taste me.” I grit out, feeling the pulse in my cock as I hold it down, reaching with my other hand to tangle in her hair and pull her toward the swollen head.
When she shifts and reaches a hand out, wrapping her tiny fingers around the girth just above mine, my control snaps.
I release her hair and reach down between her legs as the first brush of her lips ignites a fury in me. Her eyes flutter as she kisses my cock, her tongue swiping at the glistening drops, spreading them from the slit.
I slide my middle finger lower, finding the opening to her juicy cunt, and rub her clit with my thumb.
She’s moaning, kissing and licking now around the crown of my dick, and my balls are ready to drench her sweet face with about a bucketful of cum that feels like I’ve been saving it for her for my entire life.
Her pussy is nearly seizing as I plunge my middle finger into her slick tight opening while her lips circle my cock, and I know what heaven feels like. I rock my hips, unable to keep from softly fucking her mouth in rhythm with my finger, just pushing inside, feeling her innocence wrapped around my digit.
“Fuuuck me...” I groan, looking up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to find my last second of self-control.
It takes everything I have to pull my throbbing cock from her mouth, because there’s somewhere else he needs to be and with her pussy so damn fresh it’s going to need to be good and primed before I try to impale her on the monster between my legs.
“Didn’t I do it right?” Her soft words are breathless, her hand still around my rod as I move away and it slips out of her fingers, the loss of her touch creating a pain in my chest.
“More than right, baby. Perfect. Nothing in my life has ever felt more perfect. But I need to taste you now. I need this cunt soft and ready before I give you all of me.” I shift and settle back on the bed, taking her knees in my rough hands and shoving them apart, my impatience growing as blood rushes like fire through my veins. “Open them. Further.”
A gasp leaves her parted lips as her other lips part in front of my eyes, exposing her sweet honey hole.
I drop to my chest, my hands sliding down from her knees, slipping around to hold her hips as I look up and see her mouth agape, her eyes trained on me.
Her thighs are quivering as I blow softly onto her exposed sex, the scent swirling around and driving me nearly insane.
“You want my mouth on this sweet cunt, don’t you? You want my kisses down here, my tongue...you want to be such a good girl for me, don’t you?”
She nods with a whispered, “Yes.”
“I’m going to taste your cum before we’re done. I’m going to hear you tell me who you belong to. Isn’t that right, Brighteyes?”
Another nod as I flick my tongue on her swollen little clit and her hips twitch and buck.
“You know what else I’m going to do?” I turn my head and lick her inner thigh, taking one hand and slipping my finger through her juices before spreading her lips, exposing her dark little hole and pressing a finger there, teasing. “I’m going to show you all your holes are for me.”
She gasps at the pressure, swallowing and looking up at the ceiling, her eyes fluttering closed, and without warning there’s no wait left in me. I latch onto her like I’m starving, sucking and licking, grinding my face into her spread lips, letting her flavor sear through me like a sweet poison from which I know there is no antidote.
Her taste is erotic, sweet, musky—and all mine. I know I will never let her go. I will never be able to live without her again.
Before long, her hips are shifting and moving with me. Her hands reach down and tug at my hair, pulling and pushing me while she finds her pleasure.
“That’s my good girl.” I growl into her soaking mess. “Take what’s yours. Show me what a dirty girl you are for me. Only for me.”
My words vibrate against her clit, making her more crazed. I gorge myself on her sweetness until she’s twisting and cumming against my face and I press the tip of my finger into her tight asshole, sending her into orbit.
I drag my tongue up and down, then fuck her with it until I hear my name, her body drenching my face, her release dripping from me as I dry hump the bed under my greedy cock, so desperate to be inside of her.
I drink in her cum, rubbing myself on the bedding in an effort to find a moment of relief, but there is none. There will be none. Not until I have my seed inside of her. I want her bare, raw, her womb taking what I give it and binding her to me forever.
I want to breed her.
Breed.
Jesus, I’m a Neanderthal.
I’ve never used that word before. Never thought of it. I am someone else now. A beast. A caveman who’s come to claim what is his, and the instinct to root inside of her pounds out a drumbeat in my soul.
As she comes down I push up, taking a moment to admire her in the bliss of her orgasms before pulling her ankles toward me until her ass is at the edge of the bed. I then move to dig my fingertips into the soft flesh of her hips, arranging her spread wide; my cock like a heat seeking missile pointing toward its destination.
Her eyes are wide as I handle her like she’s my property, without apology. I reach down and jerk off for a moment, letting her get another good look at what her body is about to receive.
“You want this cock in that sweet cherry pie, don’t you, Brighteyes?”
She licks her lips as I squeeze the base of my cock, restraining the orgasm that’s been on a hair trigger since I walked in her door.
As she takes a shaky breath, her eyes twinkling, she answers. “I don’t know why, I don’t know how...but I’m ready. I can’t believe I am, but I am.”
“I’m not using anything that will come between us. It’s going to be hot, hard and raw, baby.”
“I want it. I need it.” Her words are music and I know in this instant we were meant to be.
“Hold on. It’s going to hurt, baby. But know I’ll take good care of you. Always. Do you get that?”
She nods as I slowly press the tip of my cock against her virgin hole, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from shoving every inch inside of her in one thrust.
The pleasure I feel from just the brush of her wet heat against the engorged crown sends electric jolts up my spine and down into my toes. I’m not sure what’s going to happen when I reach my peak inside of her. I may damn near shoot her right off the fucking bed.
I rock my hips forward. Not too slow, not too fast, but allowing her body to take the first few inches as she winces and I hold her hips, my eyes on hers, letting her know I’m here for her.
Her opening is like a rubber band, tightening just beyond the tip of my dick, already strangling it while my balls pulse, ready to shoot my load.
I try to shift my focus, I need to hold on, so I grit my teeth until my jaw pops and I feel my heart beat in the vein on my forehead, pulsing so hard I think I may have a stroke.
“Relax, baby. Let me in.” I soothe her as her hands come down and dig into the edge of the mattress, holding her steady.
I feel the slightest bit of softness as she relaxes her opening, and I take that as my signal.
On a deep breath, I drive forward, her voice raising to a yelp, but I fully seat myself through her resistance, and in that moment I know:
her sweet, pink cherry is all mine, from now until eternity.
When her body finally has every inch of me inside, I stall, resting on my elbows and holding her face in my hands, pinning my eyes to hers for a long moment as I revel in the soft, tight heat.
“Say you’re mine. I need to hear it...”
Her face flushes a deeper shade of pink and her inner walls pulse around every inch of me. My balls are damp with her slick juices, ready to fill her tight hole.
“I’m yours...” It’s barely a whisper, but what I see in her eyes tells me more than her words. “Stone.” She whispers my name, her back arching as her hips fuck into me, begging for more. “Please, I want you to move.”
“You mean you want me to fuck you.”
Sweat covers my brow, the strain evident in every word as I struggle to hold back, my back muscles starting to spasm.
I release her face, my hands each owning one of her tits and squeezing, holding on as she nods and I give her what she needs.
What I need.
In and out. Harder. In and out. Faster.
Slapping flesh.
Moans and yelps.
The bed rocks and squeaks as I dig my fingers into the soft flesh, her nipples hard against my palms.
I slam in and out, giving her the fucking I’ve dreamed of since I saw her that first moment in the bar.
She’s mine.
Mine.
Fucking mine.
She digs her heels into the edge of the bed and meets my forward motion with her own.
“That’s my sweet, slutty princess. You want that cock. You’ll worship that cock. You’ll beg for that cock. That cock will rule your needy little cunt. You will serve it. You will serve me. My cherry princess.”
I look down where our bodies move together and see the pink evidence of her innocence on the slick glistening wetness. Her opening spreads obscenely wide as I drive in and out.
“I want it.” She groans, her hands coming up to clasp just above my wrists. “It hurts.”
“You like it. You like the bit of pain that tells you who you are. Who we are.”
She nods as I increase my pace, her body rocking with me, her mouth gaping, her eyes unfocused as her inner walls pulse and tighten, nearly milking my orgasm from me. But I’m not ready.
Air burns as my breath rips in and out of my lungs. She’s so perfect. The sensations that are overwhelming me have me struggling to keep my focus.
“You feel so fucking good.” I drop my chin to my chest. “Hug my cock. Tell it you want it inside you. That you’ll always want it. You never want to let it go.”
She moans as I give her tits one last hard squeeze, seeing the red welts I’ve left as I release them and my hands move again to her hips, holding myself deep inside her. Her cervix is a shuddering stop against the tip of my cock, her walls clamping down as I pull her impossibly tight to my body, never wanting us to be apart again.
I move my thumb to her slick clit and begin circling it while I drive back in and out.
“Give it to me. I want to feel you cum on my cock, baby. My baby. My Maggie. You get that, don’t you? You are mine. You belong to me.”
She’s close, her body still, but her noises are peaking, my name interspersed with curse words.
“I’m going to cum inside you, baby. You’re going to be full of me. Dripping with me. So everyone can smell me on you. I’ll kill anyone that ever hurts you.” I growl, the possessiveness growing with each stroke of my cock.
Her body twists, her insides gripping and pulsing as she screams, head back on the bed, fingernails scoring into the flesh of my arms as she flails around, but the sting only turns me on more.
She surrenders in a gush of nectar, covering my cock with her juice, but I don’t relent.
“You’re going to remember this for days. I want you to remember, this is our bond. Remember with every step you take. I’m going to fuck you properly, until you can barely stand. Barely think.”
She cums again and again as I lower myself, take her mouth and pump into her three more times, then let all of me go.
It’s not just cum, it’s my soul I’m giving her, as white light takes over my vision. All the sound in the room disappears and my balls heave and spew every drop. I empty myself into her in pulse after shuddering pulse, until I can barely breathe, and I feel my hot sticky cream dripping out of her tight hole and down my balls.
My breath is shaky as I lift myself a few inches to look into her face, sliding my hands up her sides until I can cradle the back of her head.
Her warm, sweet breath tickles my nostrils and her hair is a sex mess halo around her head.
“Wow.” She says on a cheeky smile. “So, that’s what all the fuss is about.”
When she giggles, I feel it around my dick, and another pulse of seed releases deep inside of her.
“Guess so. I wasn’t sure, either.”
Her eyes fill with question. “What do you mean? This wasn’t your first...”
“No.” I sigh and grin. “But in a way, yes. I’ve never been inside anyone before without protection, and it was so long ago...I barely remember. But nothing. Ever. Came. Close. To. This. Truth, this fucking feels like my first time. Cross my heart. I never knew it could feel like this. You popped my cherry too, baby, in a way.”
She runs the back of her fingers over her swollen lips on a soft smile. “Now what?” She clenches her pussy muscles around my cock on another giggle.
“Round two.” I answer, pulling out then flopping down on the bed, holding my hard on straight up. “Show me what you got. Mount up.”
She starts laughing, but gingerly shifts and straddles me.
“How many rounds are there in this sort of fight?”
She slowly moves down my dick, taking me inside her, bliss covering her face when she rests her ass all the way down.
“Until one of us taps out.”
10
Stone
MY DICK IS STILL TWITCHING and needy as I walk into the Dominant Alpha Gym. Maggie’s scent is still swirling inside me, making my mouth water and my heart jackhammer in my chest. I thought about bailing on the meeting, but something in my gut told me to go, so as hard as it was to leave Maggie, I’m here.
The scent of sweat and IcyHot hit me as the humid warmth of the gym wraps around me. There are grunts in the air. Slaps of flesh on flesh, fists onto bags, and the heavy breathing of a dozen or so guys working or sparring in cages and a few practice rings.
I look around and at the back of the huge space I see Grizz raise a hand and wave me over. He’s standing next to an older guy who is eyeing me as I approach.
His look isn’t confrontational; it’s hard, but more like an evaluation with a narrow gaze and a trained eye.
It took all my willpower to leave Maggie even for a few hours, but she was wiped out after our fourth round. I warmed up the coffee, gave her some water because she sure as shit was dehydrated. By the time I kissed her forehead and tucked the blanket around her on the couch where I’d settled in next to her, she was sound asleep.
I told her I would be back, it would be a few hours, and this time instead of being an idiot I also made sure I got her number so I could call, text and generally stalk her until I was able to get back.
Grizz steps up and takes my hand. “Glad to see you.” He puts his other hand on my shoulder, then nods toward the older guy sitting at a table drinking coffee from a brown mug. “This is Teddy.”
He eyes me up and down, taking a sip from his mug, then sniffs on a throaty groan. “Your video was something. Where’d you fight before?”
I shrug. “Nowhere you’d know. Here and there. Never really took interest in the fight, just the win. Only when I have to.”
“Uh huh.” He swallows, drumming his fingers on the brown table that looks like it came out of some garage workshop. “You lie to me, we got nothing.”
Grizz raises his eyebrows, then looks at Teddy, and I cross my arms over my chest. “I’m a lot of
things. Some good. Some not so good. Liar is not one of them. I train, spar now and then when I train. That’s it.”
He nods, snapping his tongue on his bottom lip, then sighs. “Fair enough. You bring your gear?”
I nod. “In the car.”
“Go get it. I want to see you move. See you spar with Toledo over there. He’s the current middle weight G & P champ. Keep him warm.” He looks over his shoulder, where an older woman is shuffling papers behind a counter. “Maria. Get a waiver out.” He looks back at me. “We’re gonna see what he’s got. You good with that?”
I shrug, looking over where the guy is jabbing into the mitts of an opponent, then back at Teddy. “If he is.”
Teddy nods, taking another sip of coffee. “Go sign the waiver then get suited up. Fifteen minutes warm up, then you’re in the ring. After that, we’ll talk business. If you’re able.”
HALF AN HOUR LATER, Toledo is slumped over the bottom rope of the ring while three of the other fighters and a trainer move his unconscious body onto the mat, taking his bloody teeth guard out of his mouth while I grunt and growl through mine, pounding my wrapped fists together as I try to tame the beast that fighting releases inside of me.
Teddy is standing outside the ring, arms crossed, while who I now know is his wife, Maria, stands next to him with a stunned look on her face.
“He okay?” He asks toward the group huddled around Toledo.
The trainer gives his cheeks a few slaps and snaps an ammonia capsule under his nose. Toledo’s hand comes up and smacks it away, his glazed eyes opening as his other arm comes up and he grips his chin where I delivered the last kick that dropped him like lead onto the ropes.
Teddy taps his foot, then huffs when the trainer gives him the thumbs up, turning his attention to me. “Get your ass in the shower, then meet me in my office.” With that, he spins on his heel and I move to the side of the ring where Grizz holds the ropes for me to climb out.