Wargasm

by Sosie Frost

  A little trust in his firm, unwavering commands would be greatly rewarded.

  I unzipped the dress, letting the bumblebee yellow fall to a puddle of cotton at my feet.

  No bra.

  No panties.

  Just me.

  Bare. Trembling with excitement, and slickening with and embarrassing anticipation.

  Marius had seen it all before, but it didn’t make this reveal any less frightening. Goosebumps shattered my resolve. I’d never imagined being so appraised before, studied by a man who must have had his own rigorous expectations for the women he bedded.

  And yet…he grinned. The bulge in his pants tightened, grotesquely large within the khakis.

  He spoke compliments disguised as warnings. “You’re so goddamned beautiful. Why are you still a virgin?”

  “Never met the right man.”

  He hissed. “Oh, I’m not the right man for you, am I, sweetness?”

  “You can give me what I need.”

  “And what’s that?” His words tempted and teased. “Pleasure? A furious fucking? Cum in your belly and a baby safe inside of you?”

  Oh lord. My body ached with his every terrible word. “Please.”

  His hands returned, a soft stroke caressing my cheek, my neck, my shoulders, and finally along the swell of my breast. He’d touched me gently, as delicately as a man like him could tease, and yet my skin burned as if he’d raked me with his fingernails and bruised me with his stare.

  How was I supposed to ask for more than that simple touch?

  How could a girl like me demand the fierce, primal attack of his animalistic rage?

  Marius’s promises heated my skin. “You’re gonna come tonight, sweetness. More than you can handle. Often. Hard. And I’m not going to be gentle, do you understand? If you want that pleasure, you’ll take it from my cock and my cock only. You’re gonna get filled, again and again. Until you can’t handle anymore. Until you think that you’ll burst on my shaft. Then you know what will happen?”

  I shook my head.

  “You’re gonna come again.”

  He pushed me onto the bed, and I sprawled over the mattress. Marius didn’t join me. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed the material aside. A thin tank strained against his muscles. With an aching slowness, he peeled it from his hardened, flexing chest. It landed in a heap by my dress. Forgotten.

  He said nothing as he grabbed my legs, hauling me to the edge of the bed. I gasped, but he only spread me wide, only peeked at my offered slickness.

  Vulgar. Terrible.

  Exciting.

  He must have seen everything, every part of me. My folds. My petals. My desire. And yet my brazen need only encouraged him. He rubbed his cock through his pants and hissed a fierce breath between his teeth.

  “You have no idea how badly I want you.” He growled. “You’re a dangerous girl.”

  But I was the naked one, panting and vulnerable. “Me?”

  “Do you know how much discipline is required to become a SEAL?” he whispered. “How I had to train my body, instinct, mind to think critically, be prepared for everything, and protect myself from all distractions?” His eyes traced over my exposed body. “And then I meet you. Then you take off your panties, and you cripple me more than the busted leg. One promised moment with you, and I fall to my knees.”

  His expression twisted. I reached for him, wishing for more skin on skin contact. He ignored it, refusing to release that monster from his pants.

  And with it…the prosthetic.

  Didn’t bother him? Was it uncomfortable? Did it make him self-conscious?

  I edged up onto my elbows, braving a glance downward. He didn’t need any more encouragement, but I licked my lips anyway. An offer. A promise.

  “Let me please you.” I could already taste him. “You made me feel so good the other day, but I didn’t get to touch you.”

  His jaw clenched, but he said nothing. Marius pushed me onto the bed once more, leaning over me with a ravenous gaze.

  “No more talking,” he said.

  “But—”

  “You’re going to get fucked, sweetness.” His eyes narrowed. “Used. Bred.”

  I shouldn’t have whimpered, but the heat pooled low in me.

  One touch, and I’d be done.

  “I’m going to slam inside of you until I’m certain your tummy is full of my seed. And once I know that I’ve left a baby in you…” His smile grew wicked. “Then you can pleasure me. But I don’t trust what I’d do if those perfect lips wrapped around my cock.” He kissed me, harsh, with a possessive fury that stole my breath and ground me into the mattress. “My cock is for your pussy only. Got that?”

  Sounded fucking perfect to me.

  I could only nod as his hand tickled down, his finger teasing my wetness. I arched, his touch electrifying that desperate part of me.

  “I don’t trust myself to do this right.” The words pained him, and he swore. “You’re offering me a gift. And all I want to do is destroy you—rut you, take you, do terrible things to your surrendered body.”

  “Promises, promises, sailor.”

  He laughed. “You can’t even handle me touching your little clit.”

  He wasn’t wrong.

  The devilish and expert twist of his fingers had me clutching at the comforter. Good Lord. Every part of him was skilled. I’d taken his tongue, been teased by his fingers—even welcomed them inside me. At least, enough of him to know that I longed to be filled with whatever he could offer. A finger. A cock. Didn’t matter. I craved this man, and every second he denied me was another moment my desire shredded my sanity.

  I gasped as he tested my entrance with the tentative prod of his finger. “Don’t make me beg, Marius.”

  “That’s the most fun.”

  “I might be a virgin, but I know that’s not true.” I shivered as his fingers wound over my clit. “Please. You know how badly I want you. Take me. Make me yours.”

  “And do anything I want with you?”

  “Sailor, I’m already yours.”

  He teased my slit with a deliberate swipe of his finger. The pleasure was instant, filling me with a quick thrust. He dragged along my tightness, slowly inching out until I whimpered with emptiness. He sucked the juices from his hand and growled.

  His hands dropped to his waistband. He didn’t remove his pants, just adjusted the zipper and released his heavy, swollen cock.

  No wonder he was so grumpy all the time. Couldn’t have been comfortable to keep that restrained behind the slacks.

  I lost my breath in a quiet puff of amazement.

  Marius lowered his voice. “Having second thoughts?”

  Second, third, and fourth thoughts maybe. “You sure you’re not growing another leg?”

  “Scared?”

  I licked my lips, imagining the weight of it, the heat. I had no idea such a cock existed in the world.

  I’d heard rumors. Knew the jokes. But to see a monstrosity like that in the flesh?

  In the angry, hardened flesh?

  He wasn’t a man. He was a monster.

  And I was at his mercy.

  So why did it only make me wetter?

  “I’ll go easy on you,” he said.

  Marius’s promises were broken the instant he stepped between my legs. With a thick slap, he jerked his cock and pressed it over my body. The hot, velvet skin superheated, and a vulgar, mouthwatering droplet of pre-come glistened from the tip. It smeared over my tummy. I arched to feel more of it.

  The throbbing, beast of a cock pulsed with a quiet rage.

  There would be no easy. No gentle. He was lying to himself and to me if he thought he could command that devilish thickness once it entered me.

  He would take me. Fuck me. Ache me from the inside out. I’d be helpless to stop it.

  And I couldn’t wait for him to lose control.

  Maybe it wasn’t love. Maybe it wasn’t fate. But it was sex. A connection. A trust. I’d give him my body,
and, in return, he’d delight me and overwhelm me and brand me as his with every jet of his seed.

  And I would keep that part of him inside me. Safe. Warm.

  This wasn’t making love. It’d be a mounting. A deliberate conquest.

  And I willingly sacrificed every part of my virgin body for his seed.

  The head of his cock teased my skin, drifting down, down, down before nestling in the trembling folds of my sex.

  How could something so hard feel so soft? The velvet head rubbed along my clit. He smirked as he did it. The bastard knew what he did. He guided his cock to rub just where I would tremble the most.

  Back and forth. Up and down. Circles around circles.

  My body slickened, and every rub of his length slipped the head downwards, funneling closer to my entrance. I waited. I whimpered. I bucked. But my SEAL was disciplined. Marius enjoyed the game, torturing me with his thickness, pushing upwards only to delight my aching clit.

  My breathing wavered. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Every muscle in my body tensed as the desperate, vulgar sensations coiled in my tummy and threatened to burst from my core. He’d hardly touched me. Marius had only teased me with his shaft to watch how eagerly my body reacted to the obscene, sensual touch.

  How could he bring me so close with just a brush of his cock? How could he read the desires, the needs, I didn’t understand in myself?

  Who was this man that so easily overwhelmed my thoughts, my urges, my inhibitions?

  Marius tensed. He fought with himself, his own pleasure, his own desperation. “Last chance, sweetness. You know what I want, what I’ll do.”

  I answered with a quiet confidence. “And you know how much I’ll love it.”

  “I’m going to bury myself in you, Gretchen. And I’m not going to pull out. Tell me that’s what you want.”

  This was torture. Tempted with a promise of fulfillment, reduced to begging for the reward of pleasure.

  “I want you, Marius. All of you. Every last drop of you.”

  “Say it again.”

  I bit my lip. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to fill me. I want you to make me yours.”

  His cock strained at my entrance. Marius gripped my legs and guided himself against my wetness. I gripped the blankets and held back my whimper. His name on my lips. A plea to continue.

  He pressed. Hard. Not tentative. Not delicate. He didn’t need to be. My body was wet, waiting, and eager to take everything he could offer.

  I wanted a man.

  I got a monster.

  And I was filled with reward for my bravery.

  A quick, decisive slice seared through me. Hardly more than a few inches, and yet the world shattered and fell out from under me. I pinched my eyes shut as the darkness enveloped me. My squeal scared me more than the sudden pressure and invasion.

  He was big. Thick. And I knew in that instant, in that conquest of flesh and lust, that there was no escape from this cock.

  He was right. He’d never pull out. Deeper and deeper he forced that thickness within my quivering pussy. He took my breath, my fear, and my shredded virginity.

  I submitted, and my body dissolved into an endless, overwhelming bastion of shivers.

  Full. It wasn’t just the fullness. It was everything about his cock. It owned me. My thoughts, my desires, my movements. He took them all and reduced me to whimpers.

  He stretched me, punished me, delighted me. I’d never been so thoroughly confused and certain, terrified and enthralled as it was in that moment. My legs spread wide for him, and Marius pressed ever deeper. His grunted breath escaped with a broken profanity.

  Only halfway inside me and already embedded within my soul.

  It only took a pinch, and the old Gretchen was gone. The virgin. The girl who’d waited for so long just to be pushed onto a mattress and shown what it was like to be taken by a real man.

  I’d fantasized about soft words and romantic gestures. But now? I finally realized what I needed.

  His hard cock.

  A fierce grip on my hips.

  And a sweating, feral man driving within me, burying his shaft deeper inside my clenching core.

  Romance had nothing on ravishment.

  Every inch of his hardness delivered me to that fantasy. The truth. That part of me I hadn’t known existed. With a guttural groan, Marius pulled away only to slam back inside of me.

  I was tight. I was desperate. And I had no idea what to do with myself, my thoughts, my needs.

  But he did.

  Marius controlled everything, taking command as his body strained over mine. He pressed hard on my tummy, using his thumb to rub my swollen nub. An intense, mind-bending pleasure thrashed through me. I couldn’t breathe, too full of him, but every swipe of his thumb forced the reluctant breath into my gasping lungs.

  God. I was so close to the edge, and I hadn’t even taken his entire length.

  “I don’t know how I’m gonna fuck you.” Marius grunted, sweat on his brow. His words strained. “Don’t wanna break you.”

  The truth tumbled from my parted lips, shadowed with a heated moan. “Just do it. Break me. Rip me apart. Ruin me.” I held his stare, heart racing. “I think you’re the only man who can put me together again.”

  He roared, a dark and dangerous sound. Permission granted.

  He drew me closer to the edge of the bed, pushing my legs back, delighting in how I’d bent for him, a leg on his shoulder, my head to the side. He leaned in, capturing my breast in his hand.

  Deeper and deeper. His cock drilled through me. Into me. Over me.

  Completely filled.

  I couldn’t think. My words faded into a surrendered gasp.

  I’d taken him. Every delicious inch of him. I’d punished my own body, but the reward was exquisite.

  I’d never felt so alive. Never felt so wanted. So desired.

  Marius stared at me with a hunger that might have frightened any other woman. A desperation and righteous fury that strengthened his every motion and hardened the weapon between his legs.

  This wasn’t a man who wanted to get off. This was a man who wanted me. Every part of me. Inside and out. Words and silence. Pleasure and pain.

  It should have scared me. His intensity was more dangerous than the deliberate strikes of his cock or his threatened promise that would forever bind me to him.

  But nothing scared me about his touch, his desires, his absolute dominance over my offered desire. I trusted him. I needed him. And I stared at him with the same amazement, the same blissful connection.

  He stood at the end the bed, grasping my legs as he fucked me. He kissed my foot and held me tight as he rammed more and more into me, each strike harder than the last, faster than before.

  A quaking, ravenous need overwhelmed him. He buried inside of me until I didn’t know where my desire ended and his desperation began. My muscles tensed. The heat was a sweet, endless torture.

  I couldn’t breathe, and yet I gasped. I couldn’t think, but the emotions swirled in my mind. Couldn’t stop the pleasure, but I knew it hadn’t yet begun.

  True ecstasy would the moment when we discovered that pleasure together.

  And I wouldn’t know completeness until I felt him jetting inside me.

  “This is only the beginning,” Marius promised. “Just the first time. I’m going to take you now, fuck you through the night, and then fill you again in the morning.”

  “God, yes.”

  “Then I’ll fuck you every goddamned day and night until I’m sure I’ve put a baby in you.”

  “Please, Marius.”

  “I’m not going to stop taking you until this tummy is growing, swollen with my baby…” His grip tightened on me. “Then I’ll fuck you some more so you remember that you’re mine.”

  It all sounded so wonderful. So animalistic. So natural. My voice trembled. So did the rest of me.

  “Do you promise?” I whispered.

  His voice lowered. “To fuck you?”


  I nodded. “Just like this. Every night. Do you promise to find me and take me and do…” I arched as a wave of shivers crashed through me. “Do this…always?”

  Marius slowed, his cock embedded completely inside of me. His words shadowed with confidence.

  “Sweetness, I’m going to stuff you with so much of my cum, you’re going to forget what it was like to feel alone.”

  I gripped the bed, reached for him, and released that last shred of sanity that warned me against this lust fueled decision.

  With a masculine groan—a rough, powerful warning of delight—Marius sped his thrusts and slammed against my body with a newfound rigor. Taking me. Shaking me. Grinding me into the bed. No holding back, hesitation, or even a lingering question.

  The pleasure wound inside me, and I clung to him for protection from my own desire. His cock hardened, thicker and more dangerous than before. He forced the entire length within my aching pussy, bottoming out in my delicate tightness.

  And I was lost.

  Or maybe I was found.

  The fear and insecurities shattered in a blitz of blinding intensity. My world shifted. Dropped. Ripped apart. And then exploded into fragments of warmth and trust.

  Pleasure exploded through me. My body betrayed me. I trembled and cried, whimpered and laughed, crushed by the weight of my own discovery. Nothing had ever twisted me to the very core like this. This desire was created by someone else—someone who demanded it, caused it, and enjoyed every last second of my frantic gasping.

  Marius didn’t slow. He ground against me, thrusting deeper into my heat, a slickness that couldn’t accept any more of his assault.

  I clenched around him, and a single breath was all it took. One harsh and commanding inhale that changed our worlds forever.

  His groan ignited me.

  Heat.

  God, it was hot.

  He swore beautiful words and flooded me with darker promises. His orgasm enraged him. His face contorted, his eyes darkened, and he slammed once inside me only to spread his seed deeper into my body.

  I stilled, eyes wide, amazed that I could actually feel it, feel every last drop as it coated and slickened me. Jet after jet, pulse after pulse, his orgasm was endless and enthralling. It baited my own pleasure once more, and I surrendered to the onslaught of cum drenching my core.