by B. B. Hamel
16
Erin
I watch with my mouth hanging open as he turns on the vibrator and slowly runs it down the length of my pussy.
Pleasure washes through me. I gasp and grasp the covers as he slowly rubs it along my clit and my soaking pussy, teasing my entrance.
“This is what you like,” he says softly. “This is what you need. Are you ready, girl?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
He slides the vibrator inside of me. It feels so fucking good. I think it’s the biggest thing I’ve had inside of me, and it hurts a little bit at first, but he’s gentle. He works it inside of me, and since I’m dripping wet, it doesn’t matter that he’s stretching me out. He fills me with the vibrator and starts to slowly slide it in and out of my pussy.
“Oh god,” I moan. “I don’t think I’ve ever had anything like that inside of me before.”
He smirks. “This is nothing,” he says. “This is just the start.”
I moan as he presses it deep inside of me then turns up the vibration. It feels so fucking good I can barely stand it. He picks up the anal plug and reaches around.
“Open,” he says. “It’s clean.”
It takes me a second before I understand. I open my mouth and let him put the plug between my lips. I suck it, getting it nice and wet, making him groan. I moan with the plug in my mouth from the vibrator deep inside of my pussy.
When it’s nice and wet, he slides the plug from between my lips. I watch him as he slowly slides the plug inside of my ass. It doesn’t hurt at all, it just slides inside of me, making me feel so full.
“Good,” he says, grabbing the dildo again. “Look at you. Both of your holes fucking filled.” I watch as he unzips his jeans and slides them off. “There’s only one thing left to do.”
I watch him, practically drooling with pleasure, barely able to think. The plug in my ass feels so freaking good and the vibrator is absolutely amazing, filling me up. He takes his thick cock out from his jeans and smirks at me, slowly stroking himself.
He wasn’t kidding. I thought the vibrator was big, but it’s not even close to his cock. He takes me by the hair and presses the tip of his cock against my lips.
“Now let’s fill that pretty mouth of yours,” he says.
I take him between my lips and into my throat. I feel so greedy. I love being filled up in my ass and in my pussy while I suck his cock faster, getting him nice and wet, sucking him good and sloppy.
He groans and he clearly loves it. I can barely take him into my mouth but that doesn’t stop him from sliding himself into my throat. I gag and gasp but he doesn’t stop.
“This is part of your training,” he says. “If you can’t take my cock in your pretty little throat, how are you going to take it in your tight virgin cunt?”
I moan with his cock down my throat. I want to answer him but I can’t. His hands in my hair pull hard, sending a little pain down my spine, but the pleasure totally overwhelms me. I stay there with my legs spread wide, a dildo in my pussy, a plug up my ass, his cock down my throat. I’ve never been so totally controlled before, so totally wide open with a man.
But Griffin is a man unlike any other. I suck his cock faster, wanting more and more of him, getting him sloppy and deep down my throat.
“Fuck, girl,” he groans. He reaches back and grabs the dildo. He slowly slides it in and out, fucking me with the dildo while I suck him. He presses me deep down, slaps my ass nice and hard, and presses the dildo deep into my pussy.
I gasp as pleasure washes over me. I know he’s going to leave a palm print on my smooth ass but I don’t care. He slaps me again, fucking me harder with the vibrator, pushing his cock into my throat.
He fucks my mouth while fucking my pussy with the vibrator. He’s so goddamn big, he can easily lean over top of me and dominate me like this. I’ve never felt so freaking good and so totally controlled in my entire life.
He pulls his cock back and tips my chin up toward him. I moan low and deep as he kisses me.
“Are you going to come for me?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Not yet.”
He grins. “You want to make this last.”
“I don’t want it to stop.” I groan as he slaps my ass again. “I love it too much.”
“God damn, girl. You’re so fucking sexy, Erin, you know that?”
He kisses me again, and suddenly I need more. I realize it with a start. I love having the vibrator in my pussy, but it’s not doing enough for me, not with his cock right here next to my mouth. I stare to him and stroke it with my hand, and I realize with a start that I want everything, and I don’t want to wait.
I look up at him and our eyes lock.
“I think I’m ready,” I say to him.
He cocks his head, a devilish grin sliding around his lips. “Ready for what?”
“You,” I whisper. “I want to be fucked.”
He cups my chin again. “No. I don’t think you’re there.”
“Please,” I gasp. “This isn’t enough. I need to feel it.”
He watches me for a moment, and I can tell he’s wavering. I take his cock into my mouth again, practically swallowing him down into my throat. I reach back and slide the vibrator from my pussy, making me moan deep and low with him between my lips.
When the vibrator is out and he’s nice and wet, I pull back, toss the vibrator aside, and turn around for him.
I look over my shoulder as he takes my hips. He’s so fucking hard and I can see that he’s wrestling with this, but I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.
“Fuck me,” I say. “Fuck me, Griffin. I want it. I’m ready. Please.”
I’ve never had so much desire for something before. This is the right man and the right moment. I’m so ready to finally have a cock deep between my legs.
He slides the plug from my ass, making me gasp, and puts it aside. He grasps my hips and rolls me over onto my back.
“I’m sure,” I whisper in response to the unspoken question in his eyes.
He doesn’t need to hear any more. He spreads my legs wide, presses his cock against my pussy, and slowly slides himself inside of me.
I moan and gasp. It hurts and it doesn’t hurt. He’s a lot bigger than the vibrator, and he feels so much different. His cock is better, so much better, but he’s spreading me so wide. My pussy walls are stretched to their limit, and he slides deep inside of me slowly at first, rocking his hips back and forth.
I take him deep and grab onto the sheets. I love the pain and the pleasure. My god, I’ve never been fucked before, and I suddenly understand why everybody is so obsessed with this.
He tips my chin toward him again. “Tell me if it hurts too much,” he whispers.
“It doesn’t,” I moan back.
He smirks. “Good girl.” He kisses me softly before pressing himself deep inside of me again.
He fucks me slowly at first. He keeps my legs spread wide and I’m so dripping wet that he easily slides in and out of my tight virgin pussy. He kisses my neck, my breasts, my lips, teases my nipples as he fucks me.
“God damn, you feel so fucking good.” His voice is hot and low in my ear. “You have no fucking clue how good this virgin pussy is.”
I grab his hair and move my hips against him. “I want more,” I beg, not sure I can handle it, but needing it anyway.
“Fuck, girl.” He grabs my hair in response and starts to fuck me faster, deeper. “You want every fucking inch, don’t you? Greedy girl. Do you fucking deserve it?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Please. Make me feel it.”
He groans and fucks me deep and hard, slamming into my pussy. It hurts and it feels good and I know I’m totally losing my mind. I grind my hips up against him, rocking along him, riding his cock as he fucks me.
He presses my hands up above my head as he fucks me. I’m totally dominated and controlled. His big cock destroys my virgin pussy and I love absolutely every second of it. I had no clue I was into getting fuc
ked like this, but it’s driving me absolutely insane. I’ve never felt like I was riding right next to an orgasm for so long before, and yet Griffin is keeping me right there, right on the edge with his thick cock.
He grabs my hips and I keep my hands above my head, holding onto the headboard. He rocks deep into me, fucking me harder. We’re both groaning and grunting now, and we’re being so loud, but I can’t help it. The moans just won’t stop coming. I love being loud for him, love getting fucked by his big fucking cock.
I writhe and moan, sweat on my skin as he fucks me. He slams into me harder, deeper, grunting and clearly enjoying himself. I can feel my orgasm coming on closer. I didn’t think I’d come my first time, but Griffin knows what he’s doing. He eased me into this, and now I’m totally his, fully and completely.
“I’m close,” I gasp as he fucks me deep. “I’m really close.”
“Come on my big fucking cock,” he grunts, pulling my hair. “Come on, girl. Come on that fucking cock.”
He slams into me, fucking me harder and rougher. He teases my breasts, cupping one in his palm as he fucks me, and I know I can’t help myself.
I start the come. The orgasm rolls up my spine, tingling along my skin, and explodes through me in a suddenly overwhelming motion. My whole body twitches and spasms, tensing and contracting as I take his thick cock deep between my legs.
He doesn’t let up. There’s no mercy in him. He just keeps fucking me deeper and harder, pushing me further into my orgasm, taking me higher and higher. I know I’m moaning his name loudly as I writhe and tense but I can’t help it.
As my orgasm slowly finishes, he grabs my hips and starts fucking me rougher. He grunts and tenses, and I know he’s coming. He comes inside of my virgin pussy, filling me up, and it’s a feeling I never imagined before. It feels so good, having him come inside of me like that. I gasp and groan as he grunts through his orgasm, and slowly we finish together.
He collapses onto the bed beside me. We’re both sweating, and neither of us thought this would happen. He laughs and I laughs.
“You’re going to be sore,” he warns me.
“I know.” I kiss him softly. “I don’t care.”
“Good.” He shakes his head. “I fucking adore you. Do you know that? You feel so fucking good.”
I grin huge and kiss him softly on his lips.
Just then, the sound of crying comes from the baby monitor. I sit up, but he puts a hand on my shoulder.
“I got it,” he says. “You stay here. Relax a little. You earned a break.”
I grin at him. “I guess I did.”
He kisses me again before getting up. He puts on clothes before heading in to check up on Lacey.
I collapse back into his big, comfortable bed, and I smile. I stare up at the ceiling. I can already feel the soreness coming on, but that doesn’t bother me. I’m sore for a very good reason.
I had sex for the first time. I had sex with a man, a real man who knows what he’s doing. He’s supposed to be my enemy, but I’ll never think of him that way.
I adore him too. I didn’t know I’d feel this way about him and Lacey, but I do.
Lying in his bed, smiling up at the ceiling and floating from my orgasm, I feel more at home than I ever have before in my life. I never want this moment to end.
17
Griffin
I keep thinking about Erin all the next afternoon. I keep thinking about her taste, the way she moaned, the way she begged.
But on top of that, I kept thinking about the way it felt to be with her and my daughter. The sex was absolutely incredible, and taking her virginity made me feel even better than I ever could have dreamed, but that wasn’t the only thing I liked about yesterday. Just being with her and Lacey felt more natural than I could have guessed.
After Lacey woke up, we played and went for a little walk around the neighborhood. We took her to a little park and got a little bite to eat at this corner place near me. It felt so normal and natural and good to walk around and spend time together that I almost forgot she works for me.
All of the awkwardness and weirdness was gone. For a second there, I was starting to think she was avoiding me for some reason. I go the sense that she wasn’t telling me something, but all of that went away as soon as we were outside playing together and acting like a family.
That word, “family,” freaks me the fuck out. I have to be honest. I’ve never had a family and never once in my life even thought about wanting one. At least, before Lacey was born.
But now that she’s here, I find myself missing out on certain things. It’s hard to raise a little girl without a wife, don’t get me wrong, but that’s not the problem. I can pay people to help me raise Lacey. I have no issues with that.
But there are experiences that Lacey and I are missing. There are certain family things that just work better with a wife and a mother in the picture. I didn’t really know that was something I wanted or thought Lacey might need, but just spending the day with Lacey and Erin makes me wonder.
Erin could be a good wife. Shit, it’s definitely too soon to be thinking like that, but it’s true. She could be a damn good wife. It would help me in my business too, though that’s just a secondary concern. Businessmen at my level tend to be married, and having a wife could open up more doors for me. I wouldn’t be that weird bachelor CEO anymore.
On top of that and more importantly, I felt really good just spending time with Lacey and Erin. Normally, I would start wondering where the next thing would be, the next woman. Back before Lacey, I wouldn’t give a woman a second night. But I didn’t know Erin back then, so maybe things would have been different with her.
They’re different now, though. They’ve very different. I want to be around Erin, just hanging out with her, laughing with her, playing with her and Lacey. And of course, I already crave her body again, desperately need a taste of that pussy one more time. I need to feel it, that tight little vise-grip. She’s a fucking freak, and I should have guessed it by how much she liked having that plug up her ass. Now I know, though. I don’t understand how she lasted so long as a virgin.
Maybe she just needed someone experienced to teach her how things are done. She’s used to fumbling boys trying and failing to get off her bra like it’s the Holy Grail or some shit. But not me, I don’t treat her like a little porcelain doll. I’m not afraid of her delicious little pussy. I want to get deep inside of it and make her fucking beg me to keep going.
After feeding Lacey and playing with her, I get the compulsion to send Erin flowers. But I realize that I still don’t have her address. I get out my phone and text her.
“What’s your address?” I ask. “I want to send you something.”
She doesn’t answer right away. I go back to playing with Lacey, though I keep thinking about her. About an hour later, I get a cryptic response.
“After yesterday, I think I owe you something. We need to meet up.”
I stare at my phone, confused. I don’t know what she owes me. I quickly respond. “Okay then. Tonight, dinner?”
“Fine. Where?”
“Lonelli’s on Lombard. At eight.”
“I’ll meet you there.”
I frown a little. “I can pick you up.”
“No, you can’t. I’ll explain why tonight.”
I stare at my phone and shake my head, completely mystified. But the odd exchange totally recedes from my mind as I spend the rest of the day with Lacey, making her my priority. I call a babysitter and arrange for her to watch Lacey, plus I make some reservations at the restaurant. Fortunately, I know the owner, and so that’s not a problem at all.
Eight rolls around, and I find myself sitting alone at the table. She wasn’t at the restaurant when I arrived. I order a glass of whisky and sip it, waiting for her. Five minutes pass, then ten, and I start to wonder if she’s actually going to ditch me.
I don’t know what the hell’s going on. I text her, wondering where she’s at, but she doesn’t rep
ly. I’m not the type of man to sit around and wait for someone, yet here I am, sipping a drink alone in a fancy restaurant, waiting for a woman.
I don’t understand what’s going on. The more I look at those texts, the more I’m convinced that she’s about to tell me something awful. I can’t help but think that it’s the reason she’s been randomly pulling away from me, only to come back sooner or later. I know we have something intense and special, but she keeps stepping back and trying to put distance between the two of us. I don’t fully understand that.
Finally, after a half hour of waiting, she appears at the entrance. She looks nervous, though absolutely beautiful in a tasteful black cocktail dress. She spots me and heads my way, but she doesn’t smile.
In fact, she looks terrified and nervous.
I stand up as she sits, but she doesn’t come kiss me. I don’t move to embrace her either. We sit down across from each other and I order her a glass of wine when the waiter appears.
“How are you?” I ask her, a little hesitant.
She stares down at her hands. “Not good, Griffin.”
“What’s wrong?” I lean toward her. “Why are we here?”
She bites her lip but shakes her head. “I need a drink first.”
I sigh. “You’re freaking me out, Erin. You’re clearly upset.”
“I know. I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to freak you out.”
“So tell me what’s going on.”
The waiter returns with her drink and she takes two hefty gulps before looking me in the eye.
“There’s something about me that you need to know.”
I smirk a little. “Not really a virgin?”
She turns white. “No. That was true.”
I sigh. “I was just trying to make a joke.” I run my finger along my glass, gathering condensation from the single cube on my skin.
“Sorry. Yeah. I mean, this is serious. And I want you to know, I never meant for this to happen.”
“For what to happen?” I ask softly, a stone in my gut.