Worldly: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants #9)

by Flora Ferrari

  A smile crept over her face. “But that’s one of the many things that attracts me to you. You’ve experienced so much. I can learn from you. Grow as a person thanks to you. You can offer me things no other man could because of what you’ve been through. The good and the bad. Help me to avoid the pitfalls of life. You’ve lived a life that most of us could only dream of. You have already traveled. You have experienced the high highs and the low lows. You’re so worldly. And I want to be a part of your world, if you’ll have me.”

  How could I not fall for this girl? She was so damn perfect. The best thing that ever happened to me.

  “What about your dad?”

  “What about him?”

  “Come on. You know he’s not going to approve.”

  “It’s not his decision,” she said softly. “I love him and respect him, but it’s my time to leave the nest. To set out on my own. And with you by my side, with all your experience and the encouragement I know you’ll show me…I know I’ll be able to conquer the world.”

  “Let’s tackle veterinarian school first,” I said, trying to lighten the mood a little. I didn’t need to induce any more stress. I was already filled with it.

  She laughed lightly. “In the short term, it will probably cause some issues, sure. But long term we’ll look back at this and laugh. It will be a drop in the bucket.”

  I hoped she was right. She seemed to have all the answers right now, so I figured why not throw one more question her way.

  “So what do you suggest we do now?” I asked. We had to come up with a plan to make this work. My logical, problem solving Delta Force brain kicking in full gear. But logic was the furthest thing from her mine.

  “I suggest we do what I came here to do.”

  She leaned in half way and I felt all that desire for her fill my body again. My lips met hers and it was like two tornados unleashed had finally on each other.

  CHAPTER 13

  Travis

  I raised up from the table and moved toward her.

  She stepped back.

  “You’re afraid of me.”

  “No,” she said softly.

  But it was true. I could see it in the way she looked at me. How I had went from zero to sixty in under a second. It’s how I am. I know what I want and I go for it. There’s no point in pretending otherwise.

  “I’m not afraid. I’m just taking in this last second before this really happens.”

  “You need a second?” I didn’t know if should be honored or confused.

  “Just a second,” she said. “There’s only one first time.”

  “First time?” I said.

  “Yes, I was saving myself for the one.”

  Damn. She was a virgin. It should have been obvious, but it never occurred to me. At my age I was out of touch. I thought kids experimented so much younger these days. I knew she had a good upbringing and wouldn’t do something she wasn’t committed to. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought about it. But now I did, and did it ever turn me on. I would be the only one to ever know what it felt like to be inside her. To hear her moans of pleasure. To see her face when she climaxed because of me. I said she’d be mine and it was about to be more true than I could have ever imagined. She wouldn’t just be mine. She’d only be mine.

  “You don’t know how that makes me feel,” I said.

  “I think I do,” she said. “But I’d much rather you show me.”

  She may not have experience in the physical aspect of sex but she sure was an expert in the mental. Her words turned me on more than anything else ever could.

  I moved in closer again. This time there was no resistance. I put my hand on her face and brought my face towards the top of her head, pausing to breathe in her scent. I ran my hand through her long, dark hair. I felt intoxicated just from her scent. Just from stroking her hair.

  I ran my fingers to her chin and lifted her face gently. I could feel my cock struggling to break free. Aching to get inside her virgin pussy. Filling her with my seed as I thrust in her.

  I leaned down and kissed her gently on her lips. Her hand raised and grabbed my tricep. Her touch sending a shock of pleasure through my entire body. It was beyond my control. I had always been in control, in all aspects of my life, but not anymore. Not when it came to her.

  My hand slowly moved down her back as her lips parted and my tongue explored inside. Seconds later my hand was on her ass, squeezing hard. Claiming her. I couldn’t contain myself. My other hand reached around and took her other ass cheek. I squeezed them both hard. I was glad she had plenty of meat on her bones. She’d be able to handle the punishment I was ready to give her.

  I was ready for everything. My dick in her mouth. Her pussy in mine. My cock in her pussy and my hands exploring every inch of her body. Owning her. Releasing everything I had inside her.

  The pressure in my balls was building fast. I felt them rise up, ready to unload, but first I had to enjoy the one thing I wanted in this world like nothing else.

  I squeezed her ass again hard and lifted her off the ground. Her legs wrapped around me and I held her, suspended while we kissed.

  My hands moved slightly and I could feel her wetness coming through my boxer briefs. She was getting wet in my clothes. Her virgin pussy dripping in my drawers. I’d save these forever. Smell them when she was gone. Remind me of the first time. The time I claimed her.

  She moaned as her hands came around my neck, her hands against the back of my head. She pressed her head into mine harder, our kiss deeper, more savage.

  I let my hands wander and trace her outer lips. I slid my middle finger up her folds as the fingers on each side pressed against her lips as my hand moved from back to front. I could feel her prominent labia. Fuck I wanted to put it in my mouth. Suck it. Draw figure eights around it and through it with my tongue.

  “You feel my hands?” I said in between mouth fucking her with my tongue.

  “Um hmm.”

  “That’s going to be mine. All fucking mine.” I pressed a little harder with my fingers and her back straightened. “My fingers. My tongue. My cock. I’m going to own your virgin pussy…just like you want me to.”

  She breathed out, her hotness entering my mouth.

  “You want that, don’t you?” It wasn’t a question.

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me you want that.”

  “I want it.”

  “What do you want?”

  “Your fingers. Your tongue. Your cock. All of it. All of it in my virgin pussy.”

  My head dropped back and I breathed out hard toward the ceiling. I took a deep inhale and blew it out. Hearing her say that nearly pushed me over the edge, and I didn’t even have my clothes off yet.

  I could feel my muscles straining. It wasn’t from her. It was beyond primal. They wanted to flex and thrust and dominate. Own her.

  She deserved to remember her first time forever. She may have had dreams of soft gentle kisses and tenderness, but that was the last thing she was going to get. It’s not that I didn’t want to give her the fantasy. There was just no way I could contain my need to have her.

  CHAPTER 14

  Maria

  I want you inside me,” I said. I was dripping wet and couldn’t take this anymore.

  I had wanted him since the first time I saw him and I couldn’t wait any longer. It was foolish to wait even this past week. The torment had nearly driven me mad. The need to be with him. And now that I was so close, that desire only amplified.

  “You’re going to get all of me,” he said.

  “When?”

  “Right. Fucking. Now.”

  I felt his hand shoot up behind my head and my body fell back. He guided me down onto the table on my back.

  As he stepped backwards he yanked off his underwear I was wearing and threw it to the side. I looked up. If I didn’t know him I would have been terrified. He looked like a starving beast, staring at my cunt like it was the first meal he’d seen in weeks. And not just a mea
l. A fresh meal. I know he didn’t have any strange fetishes, but I could tell he switched to another level when I told him I was a virgin. I would only be his.

  He dropped to his knees and reached around my legs from the outside, his hands engulfing my thighs. Suddenly I was pulled forward and I felt his tongue on my opening. I leaned back and braced myself on the table. My hands clenched the sides. My arms shaking.

  He licked around the outside, then slowly drew his tongue up and down my slit sending chills radiating from my core that shot throughout my body.

  I’d never allowed a man to even see my pussy before, let alone touch it. Let alone put his mouth to it. And I quickly realized I wasn’t about to have sex. I was about to get fucked. Hard.

  It was too much to take. My eyes squeezed shut and my grip locked down on the table like a vice. I felt my core shake and I came right in his face.

  “Fuck yes!” he said. “Cum in my mouth. I’ll suck up every last drop.”

  I was still quivering and then I felt a finger enter me. At first it was down, going slowly. He pulled it out so slowly I could feel each nerve ending inside my walls. I wanted to pull my head up and look at his face, see how much I turned him on, but I couldn’t. My own euphoria had me pinned to the table.

  He entered twice more, and then pulled almost all the way out, keeping just the tip of his finger inside before rolling his wrist, his finger boring me like a drill.

  And then he slid it in again, but this time there were two. I winced a bit at the pain, but realized how much the pain was adding to my pleasure. I had no idea if I was even in to that kind of stuff, but I was ready to find out. I was ready to find out everything about myself. With him.

  His fingers entered and then the tips moved back to him. Calling my pussy to him. He hit my gushy mound inside. “Right there, Travis,” I said as he pleased my G-Spot.

  “I know you like it right there. I can feel it.”

  He stood slowly, towering above me, reaching across his body to please me. Then his other hand came down and he quickly changed hands.

  He lifted the two fingers covered in my juices and brought them to my lips.

  “Not yet,” he said.

  I felt him remove his fingers from inside me and looked up just in time to see him place them on his own lips.

  “Not till I say it’s time,” he said.

  At the same he rubbed his juice filled fingers along both of our lips before inserting them slowly and pulling them back out. We were both tasting me at the same time. He was filthy and I could barely take much more.

  He seemed to sense it as his hand returned to my opening and he slid two fingers back in. He increased his speed and soon my entire body was dragging back and forth on the table. He rammed his fingers in a final time before pressing down with his thumb above my pussy as he made a come hither motion quickly on my G-Spot as his hand lifted me from the table.

  I could feel my juices leaving me quickly and heard the gushing sounds of my squirting against the air pockets that were created as he moved his fingers inside me, as the rest of his hand completed the tight grip on my pussy allowing him to shake my opening adding even more pressure and friction in different directions. My whole body shook and I came a second time.

  It felt amazing, but empty at the same time. My pussy knew what it had to have.

  “I want your cock, Travis.”

  “You want me to give you my cock.”

  “Yes…pleeease. Give me your cock.”

  “Are you sure you’re ready for it.”

  “Yes.”

  “Allll of it?”

  “All of it.”

  “Then that’s exactly what you’re going to get.”

  He grabbed his pants and jerked them down to below his knees, his underwear joining them. His hands reached forward, grabbing ahold of my hips, pulling me to the table’s edge.

  He released with his right hand and grabbed his cock, placing it at my entrance.

  “I’m so fucking honored you saved this for me. And now I’m going to take what’s mine.” He rubbed the head of his cock up and down, just inside my opening then slowly slid it inside me.

  If he hadn’t opened me up first with his fingers he would have ripped me open raw, but instead all I felt was a mix of light pain and intense pleasure. He moved in so agonizingly slow, and pulled out even slower.

  “Who’s fucking you?”

  “You are, Travis.”

  “What am I doing, Maria?”

  “You’re fucking me, Travis. Fuck me, Travis. Fuck me, and please don’t ever stop.”

  “I’ll never stop fucking you,” he said as he breathed out hard and slammed his hips forward. His hands back on my hips sliding my ass off the table as the hammered into me. I could feel his balls bounding off my ass as he thrust with fast and deep strokes.

  “I can’t control myself right now,” he said.

  “I don’t want you too,” I said.

  “I want to cum inside you,” he said.

  “Cum in me.”

  His head leaned back and then quickly snapped forward. My neck was bent and I could see him staring at my body. “You’re so fucking perfect. You know that?”

  “Not exactly.”

  “Don’t you ever say that again. You. Are. Perfect. And if anybody tells you otherwise they’re full of shit and I will deal with them. You understand?”

  “Yes,” I moaned. He was so possessive of me. So protective. I could already see he wasn’t going to let anyone get close enough to ever hurt me. Emotionally, physically or other. I would have never thought I’d be so into the caveman mentality, but with him, it wasn’t. He just cared about me so much. In every way. I was so thankful to be with him. A man who knows exactly what he wants and isn’t afraid to take it, or show it.

  The speed of his thrusts hit a different gear as he drove into me in just the right spot harder and faster.

  “I’m going to cum,” he said.

  “I’m going to cum,” I said.

  His balls suddenly stopped hitting me in the ass and his fingertips dug into my flesh. Suddenly he was still and then he exploded into me. His release sent me out of control and my pussy clenched down on his length, holding him in place, knowing it wanted all of him. To milk him until there was nothing left to give. Take it all and combine the perfect moment we just shared.

  He leaned forward above me, still breathing hard.

  “You see what you do to me? How you reduce me to nothing? How you take all of me…and how I enjoy every fucking second of it?”

  “Yes. And how I enjoy every second, too.”

  He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead, wrapping his arms underneath my back.

  “Let’s go,” he said. He leaned back taking me with him. His cock still inside me. He shuffled us toward the bedroom. His pants around his ankles. His boots still on.

  “You’re ready again, already?” I said.

  “I’m always ready for you. I’ll never get enough no matter how hard I try.”

  CHAPTER 15

  Travis

  I carry her to the bed, setting her down and lifting off her shirt. Her breasts large. Her nipples hard for me.

  I step back.

  “Stand.”

  She stands on the bed. I take in her entire body. Her long, dark hair falling past her delicate shoulders. Her perfect breasts. Her pussy is completely shaven, her labia exposed. Her thick thighs.

  “Turn around.”

  She spins around and there it is. That juicy ass. That thick, juicy ass that I’m ready to punish.

  I slide up from behind and wrap my arms around her. I guide her down to the bed, flat on her stomach. I’m on top, but careful not to put too much of my weight on her.

  I run my hand across her shoulder blades and up her neck, my fingertips massaging her scalp. I reach my other hand around and underneath. She’s still wet. Still ready. Still wants more of me.

  “You ready to get punished?” I ask, rubbing her ass. My cock was a
lready hard again at the feel of her skin against mine.

  “Yes,” she says.

  My hand raises and comes down hard on her ass.

  She lets out a slight moan and her head angles so I can see her expression. A smile. “Do it again,” she demands.