by Kay Maree
Tilting my hips up to meets his, Jake stops me by flipping us over so that I’m astride him, but doesn’t allow me to sink down on his shaft. Not even a millimeter. Clamping his hands on my hips, Jake’s hands span far enough that his fingers are almost touching at the small of my back.
“I want you to ride me, Farrah. I missed the opportunity to watch you take me last time, but not this time. This time, I want to see it all. I need to watch your cunt take my cock. The way your gorgeous tits bounce as I fuck you,” his rough voice commands.
I won’t say his words don’t excite me, but I’m nervous too. I don’t have the first clue what I’m doing. Jake was my first and only, not that he knows that. Why would he? I never told him, and after how abruptly our encounter I the dark ended, I hardly thought it was the time or place for me to say, “Hey, thanks for taking my virginity without so much as a kiss, asshat. Have a nice fucking night.”
My mind starts racing as I think of all that could go wrong here. What if I hurt him? What if I can’t give him as much pleasure as he is giving me? What if I suck at this, and not in a good way? So many questions, yet all of them are erased by the tender brush of Jake’s lips across the inside of my wrist. “Stop thinking so hard, Farrah. Just do what comes naturally. I promise you; I’ll love whatever you do to me.”
“How did you know?” I gasp, shifting until his throbbing cock slips into my another inch.
“It’s written all over your face, baby. It doesn’t take a mind-reader to know you’re nervous.”
“But what if I’m bad at it?” Even to my ears, my voice sounds anxious. If my face is any reflection of it, no wonder Jake could read me so easily.
“You couldn’t possibly be bad at it, baby. Your body was made to take mine. All those soft curves,” he hums, skimming his fingertips over my swollen breasts, tweaking my nipples. “Your legs are long enough to wrap around my back twice, and your pussy is dripping with how bad it wants my cock.”
Pushing my nervousness to one side and choosing to ignore my heart that is hammering away in my chest, I allow myself to marvel at the amazing man His chest is carved out of stone, and my hungry eyes devour every inch as I sink down onto his erection further. A moan slips from both our lips as I feel Jake’s cock bottom out against my cervix.
For a moment, I don’t move a muscle. I want to enjoy the feeling of Jake buried inside me to the hilt. “You okay, baby?” He asks with a frown.
“Yeah,” I stammer as a delicious tremor wracks my body.
A frown followed by a strange expression I can’t place crosses Jake’s face before a look of disbelief flashes in his eyes.
“Farrah, tell me the truth. Were you a virgin the night I took you in the club?”
This is the point where I have to weigh my options carefully. If I say, yes, he might stop, and that’s the last thing I want. My blood is on fire, and my nipples are aching. I need Jake to touch me – to make love to me – because there’s a better than good chance I’ll have to kill him if he doesn’t. However, on the flip side, if I say, no, I know for a fact Jake will be pissed. I can see it in his eyes that he likes the idea of being the only man to touch me like this.
“You’re doing it again; thinking too much. It’s a simple question that requires a simple answer.” Jake punctuates his words by rotating his hips until his cock brushes over a spot deep within my pussy that has my eyes rolling back in my head.
Not wanting him to stop, I reluctantly nod and brace myself for his admonishment. Much to my surprise, Jake doesn’t say anything; he simply returns my nod and sucks in a deep breath. “Fuck, that’s hot. Knowing that you saved yourself, that I was the first man to be inside you is a massive fucking turn on, baby.”
The hands already gripping my hips tighten as his fingers digging into my sides. There will be bruises in the morning, but right now I couldn’t care less. As I begin to move on top of him, hesitantly at first as I get my bearings, Jake rasps, “You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are, do you, Farrah? Every time I look at you, I don’t think you can get more stunning, but every single time I’m wrong. But right now, you’re more, Farrah. You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more.”
Jake’s compliment brings tears to my eyes. In order to hide how much his words are affecting me, I press my mouth to his and kiss him passionately, showing him what I can’t yet say.
We fit together like two puzzle pieces, and I realize he’s right; I was made for him, but I’ve always known that. Believing it, though? Well, I hadn’t, not until now. As Jake’s chest heaves against mine, the sparse, yet coarse hair rasping over my sensitive nipples, I deepen the kiss by pushing my tongue into his mouth. At the same time, my body takes over for my brain and begins moving up and down his shaft of its own volition.
Our rhythm is perfectly in sync; as mine lowers, Jake thrusts his hips up to meet mine. Calloused fingers explore my breasts, tracing the diamond-hard points, teasing them until they are so over stimulated it almost hurts.
Jake sucks my nipples into his mouth, and the exquisite torture is almost more than I can bear. With each drag of his tongue, my core pulses around his cock until he is forced to release it with a pop and let out a guttural groan. “Fuck. Do that again. Clench around my cock, baby. Show me how much you like what I’m doing to you.”
“God, yes,” I wail. “Don’t stop. Please, Jake. I need...”
Chapter Ten
JAKE
Yeah, I know exactly what she needs, but Farrah’s just going to have to be patient and wait. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m not going to let her come until I’m good and ready.
Granted, I’m doing my cock a major disservice by stopping the orgasm I can feel steadily building in my balls, but too bad. After having Farrah once and thinking that I’d lost her, I intend to spend as much time as she’ll let me worshipping her body and making her beg. Her cries are an aphrodisiac. The louder she is the harder I get, and I plan on making her scream.
When Farrah’s movements start to become erratic as she slides up my dick and then slams herself down, impaling herself my entire length. I take control of her hips and slow things down because if she keeps going at this rate, Farrah is going to hurt herself. The last thing I want to do is cause her pain, and since I’m not a small man by anyone’s standards, that is a very real possibility.
Farrah is too tight and too small for me to take her as hard as I want to. It’ll take time before I’ve stretched her enough to handle the pounding I want to give her. “Easy, baby. Slow and easy,” I urge. Farrah’s brows furrow, but she follows my instructions beautifully.
Seeking out her clit with my left hand, I purposefully avoid touching the distended nub. Instead, I trace around it, spreading two fingers into a V at the base of my cock so that on her downward glide my knuckle just brushes her sweet spot. I watch as her eyes roll back in pleasure and her lips part, forming a surprised O. Both of us are primed and ready, and as much as I’d like to continue, only further heightening the anticipation, I’m only seconds away from blowing my load. And there’s no way I’m coming before she does.
“Jake,” she cries out loudly at the swift slap I deliver to her clit. But after the sting fades, Farrah is begging for more. Her panting and writhing on top of me is driving me fucking insane. The sight of her ripe tits swinging and the feel of her thighs tightening around my hips has me flipping her to her back and pounding into her like a man possessed.
I know I said I want to take it slow, but fuck that. I have to feel her pussy clench around my cock, milking the come out of my balls. The slight tremors of her pussy walls as her body bounced up and down simply weren’t going to take the edge off for either of us. We need this. The connection of not just our bodies, but our hearts as well.
Lowering my head to seek out her lips, Farrah beats me to it. Her mouth opens over mine so that I can slip my tongue inside and taste her sweetness. Our tongues do battle for dominance, but Farrah relents easily when
I wrap my fist around her hair at the base of her neck and tug forcefully. Farrah submits immediately. Her body melts into mine, letting me take the control I need as I continue to alternate between stroking my tongue along hers and pulling her hair.
Something about the way Farrah is willing to submit to my demands sets fire to old desires I thought I’d buried deep. And they would have stayed that way if my woman hadn’t moaned and demanded I pull harder. Never in my wildest dreams did I consider Farrah would enjoy being controlled in the bedroom; she has fought for her independence for so long that the thought genuinely didn’t occur to me. But now I can see a whole new side to her. A side that turns me the fuck on, but also scares the shit out of me.
Obviously, my cock and brain are in agreement, though, and work together to overrule my heart because before I can take the words back, I say, “I want to try something. If you don’t like it, if it doesn’t feel good, all you’ve got to do is say stop, and I’ll stop immediately, okay?”
Farrah nods tentatively, but I need to hear the words. “Answer me, baby. Tell me what I want to hear,” I demand, yanking her head back so that I can look into her eyes.
There’s no fear there, only signs of her curiosity and heightened arousal. “Yes, please. Try whatever you want. Do whatever you want. But please, I need to come, Jake.”
“And you will,” I murmur. “I’ll make you come so hard, you’ll be gushing all over my cock.”
Pulling my cock out of her cunt, I slap it against her clit once, twice, three times, before rubbing the head over the reddened bud. Thrusting two fingers into her pussy, Farrah arches off the bed and into my hand, swallowing my fingers to the last knuckle. Adding a third, I use the heel of my palm to gather the wetness covering her swollen pussy lips and then remove my fingers completely.
“No,” she gasps at their loss. “Oh, God, Jake. Don’t stop. I was so close.”
I know. I could feel the beginnings of her orgasm which is exactly why I stopped. Farrah agreed to try what I have in mind without asking what it was, so now she’s playing by my rules.
“Watch me,” I command, wrapping the hand covered in her cream around the base of my dick. “I want your eyes on my cock as I come all over your beautiful cunt, Farrah.”
Her breathing escalates, and her pupils dilate until there’s next to no green left in them, but she does as she’s told. Rising onto her elbows, Farrah’s gaze connects with where my hand is stroking the long length of my cock and then down to her pouty, pink pussy lips that I’m spreading open with my other hand.
My cock is pulsing, the veins standing out starkly as I shuttle my hand up and down faster and faster until I can feel the tingling sensation at the bottom of my spine signaling I’m close. Squeezing just below the engorged head of my cock, I spread the pre-come dripping from the tip around her clit purposefully avoiding touching it.
“Fuck that’s hot,” I groan as the first of my orgasm erupts, splashing hot jets of come over her swollen pink flesh.
“Jake,” Farrah whimpers, forcing me to speed up my strokes. My woman’s been infinitely patient, so I do believe she deserves a reward.
Fisting my cock harder, I jack off the rest of my load all over her mound, pussy lips, and inner thighs. But I don’t stop there. Using both hands, I rub my come into her skin, marking her as mine. An animalistic grunt escapes me when I imagine her walking around smelling like me and wearing my come on her skin like a brand. There is nothing sexier than knowing that every man who comes into contact with Farrah will instantly know she’s been claimed.
Satisfied there isn’t a drop left, I abandon what I was doing and lean down to suck one of her nipples into my mouth. Now that her pussy is good and lubed up, what I have planned next will go a whole lot easier for both of us.
“I need you to relax for me, baby,” I mutter, refusing to release my hold on her nipple. Rolling it against the roof of my mouth with my tongue, I add, “It’s going to feel strange at first, uncomfortable even, but I promise you’ll like it.”
Farrah murmurs her agreement as I thrust three fingers into her sopping wet cunt and begin to stretch her open as wide as I can. This isn’t going to go easy; it’s going to take a lot of work to get Farrah’s pussy to accommodate what’s coming, but it’ll be worth it.
Her face scrunches up in a mixture of unease and interest when my pinky finger slips inside her pussy, and my thumb begins spreading our combined juices around her asshole. Farrah is nowhere near ready to take a man as big as me inside her tight, virgin ass, but one day she will be. And I’ll make sure she fucking loves it, craves it even, just not tonight.
Gritting my teeth, I remove my fingers from Farrah’s cunt and listen as she cries out in protest. Needing to taste her, I suck all four fingers into my mouth and groan as the sweet musky taste of her cream explodes on my tongue. Jesus, I have to fucking have her. I need to get inside her again before I lose my goddamn mind. It was stupid to think I could draw this out for long.
Spreading her thighs as far apart as I can, I position my cock at her entrance and without any warning slam inside of her. Farrah all but levitates off the bed with my sudden intrusion, but quickly relaxes back into the bed when I hold myself still and allow her to catch her breath.
Just as she goes to lock her legs around my waist, I shake my head and use my hands behind her knees to bring her legs up so that her feet are planted on the bed.
“Don’t. Fucking. Move,” I command, still gritting my teeth. “Stay right where you are and grab hold of the headboard.”
At my direction, Farrah reaches up and wraps her fingers tightly around the metal bars of the headboard with wide, arousal filled eyes. My balls pull up tight against the base of my dick as I watch her chest heave in an effort to drag in air and her tits swell even further. With a hard smack to her outer thigh and her pussy flooding with more evidence of how much she loves what I’m doing to her, I work the tip of my index finger down to the first knuckle into her ass.
“Mm,” Farrah hums as the tight ring of muscle gives way to another knuckle. I didn’t anticipate she’d be able to take one this easily, so I decide to push her boundaries, and try two.
As my middle finger slides in beside the first, Farrah whimpers softly, letting me know that two is her limit. At least, for tonight. Eventually, I want to be able to claim Farrah’s sweet pussy and ass at the same time. I want my cock in her scorching hot cunt, and a dildo buried deep in her ass.
“Jake, fuck. I don’t think I can take more,” she moans, shifting her hips to try and relieve the pressure building in her core.
“You can and you will,” my voice rasps as I watch both of my fingers disappear inside her entirely.
Holding her immobile with my cock buried in her cunt to the hilt and two fingers plunging in and out of her ass, I bring my free hand down on her outer thigh and deliver a series of firm but not painful smacks. I want Farrah on sensation overload, not sure what to feel or where to focus as I take her higher than she’s ever been before. And since every smack I give her causes Farrah to whimper in pleasure and seek out more, I take that as my signal to start moving.
Farrah’s eyes pop open, and her eyes shoot to mine as I begin dragging the length of my cock out of her pussy, pausing until only the tip remains. Chuckling at the look on her face, I tell her, “I’m not stopping, baby. I can assure you I’m about to fuck you so hard and so good you’re going to see stars.”
Her mouth drops open, but only a single word comes out. “Please.”
Over and over again, I thrust every millimeter of my ten-inch cock into Farrah’s cunt, feeling the very instant her muscles give way and begin to accept me without any of their previous resistance. She’s so fucking wet from our foreplay that every time I withdraw from her heat, I can see my cock glistening with her thick white cream.
Farrah’s pussy is already beginning to spasm around me impatient for more, but I have to tell her something first. Before I can let her give
me the gift of watching her come again, I need her to know. “I love you,” I whisper. “I love you so much that I can’t live without you, Farrah. You or our little bean.”
Ignoring my cock’s insistent warning that I’m only seconds off coming, I say, “Since the day I learned what love meant, I watched how my dad treated my mom. How he still treats her. I saw the way your granddad’s eyes filled with love when looked at pictures of your grandma. Even though she’d been gone years, it was plain to see he loved her just as much as he did before she died.”
Removing my fingers from her ass, I drop my forehead to Farrah’s and cover her body with mine. I’m careful not to rest too much of my weight on top of her for fear of squashing our baby, but I need to feel as much of her skin touching mine as I can. “I won’t lie; I have no fucking idea how to make a relationship work. I’ve never had a girlfriend, so this is as new to me as it is you.”
“But…” Farrah starts to say, but I cut her off.
“No. That bitch doesn’t count. Nothing about our situation was a relationship, baby. She was a means to an end, that’s all she was ever going to be,” I reassure her.
Farrah has to know that I love her so completely that my life without her in it isn’t worth imagining. I will slay dragons, wrestle mountain lions, and travel to the ends of the Earth and back again in order to prove it if I have to. But I sense by the tears filling her gorgeous green eyes, spilling over her cheeks that won’t be necessary.
“All I want, all I need, is for you to tell me you feel the same. I can live without my things, my job, even my friends, Farrah, but I can’t live without you. I love you, baby. I always have, and I always will,” I vow, coming to rest deep inside her.
“I love you too,” she breathes, capturing my mouth in a soul-searing kiss
At her contented sigh, my hips instinctively find a rhythm that works for both of us as Farrah continues to trail her lips over my jaw down to my chest. They don’t linger; they move with purpose, that being to taste every inch of skin she can reach – to imprint herself on me the same way I’m imprinting myself on her. Then, when Farrah lets out an exquisite moan and her pussy floods with desire, demanding that I finish staking my claim while white-hot need overrides all sense of reason.