by Jenika Snow
“I’m going to show you what a real man does when he sees something he wants.” I leaned down and closed my eyes, smelling her. I ran the tip of my nose up the arch of her neck. She shivered for me and made the sweetest fucking noise. The sound speared right to my dick and had my balls drawing up. I wanted to push into her, feel her virgin pussy clenching at my cock, milking me. I wanted to fill her up with my cum, make her so full of my seed that it slipped from the tight, hot confines of her body.
When I slid my hand along her outer thigh, she reached up and grabbed on to my biceps. I could tell it was an involuntary reaction given the expression on her face, but I fucking loved it just the same.
While holding her gaze, I slipped my hand along the back of her knee, lifted her leg easily, and wrapped it around my waist. She held it there like a good girl, and I moved my hand to cup her ass. The cheek was round … perfect. I wanted her to feel how hard I was, how much I wanted her. My cock throbbed, and this wild need inside of me was like a living entity. It was more pressure than I’d ever felt before.
Not having sex had never been an issue for me, because the one I’d wanted had always been unattainable.
Not anymore. She’s right here for the taking. She wants you to make her yours.
I wanted my mouth on hers, on her flesh, on her pussy. I wanted to memorize every single inch of her with my lips and tongue. There wouldn’t be any part of her that I didn’t own when I was finished with her.
Without tormenting myself any more, I moved down and onto my haunches in front of her. She had her arms by her sides now, her legs slightly parted. She looked down at me, her breathing still increased, her need still evident.
I could smell her, a sweet, musky scent that told me she was definitely soaked between her thighs. How pink would her pussy be? How wet would she continue to get for me? I looked up at her, and while staring into her eyes, I slipped my hand between her legs and placed it right over her pussy.
She gasped and slammed her hands behind her on the wall as if she needed that extra stability.
“I’m going to own this tonight.” I added a little pressure, and she rose onto her toes. “And when I take your cherry, Lexi, you’ll be mine irrevocably.” I moved her panties to the side, feeling how wet the fabric was for me. “When I plunge my cock in your virgin cunt, no other man will have you. Ever.” I ran a finger down her center, trying in vain to stay in control. My whole body was tight, the wild need to pull my cock out and take her right up against the wall riding me hard.
Her first time might not be as soft and gentle, or as romantic as she deserved. But I’d sure as fuck make sure she knew what she meant to me.
7
Dillon
“Please, I need you,” she moaned, and I almost lost it right then. I nearly came without even being inside of her.
I hadn’t been with a woman since I came back from active duty. I hadn’t wanted to be with anyone, let alone have a female in my bed after the shit had gone down with my brother. But then I saw Lexi all those years ago, and my attraction had been instant.
And even if I did stay away, even if I had told myself not going after what I wanted—Lexi— was what was best for her, I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I wanted her. Only her.
But then she’d spoken to me, the first time she’d ever done that. I’d looked into her eyes, seen something that was familiar, and I knew I was a stupid fuck for waiting, for not going after her.
“I had a lot of self-control back in the day when it came to you,” I said right by her mouth.
“And now?”
“No. Fucking. Control.”
She’s mine.
I felt like a fucking animal with her right now, and all I wanted to do was devour every part of her. I wanted her to scream my name as I made her feel good. I wanted her to come for me as I licked every part of her body.
My cock jerked at the thought of all the things I’d do to her before the night was over with. And when morning did come, she’d still be here because I wasn’t letting her go.
I saw her throat work as she swallowed. She was worked up, so fucking primed I knew if I touched her in just the right way, she’d come for me.
I knew she would … craved to see that ecstasy morph her face.
There was no way I was going to last tonight, not once I was deep in her hot, wet, virgin pussy.
When it came to this woman right here, I was a fucking animal.
“I want you, Dillon.”
I groaned, clenched my jaw, and prayed for some fucking restraint.
“I’m starving for you, Lexi, so fucking hungry I don’t know if I can go slow.” I moved closer. “And you want me, don’t you?” I knew she did, but I wanted to hear her say it again. I wanted to hear her scream it out as she came for me.
She swallowed, and I watched the line of her throat work through the act.
“Tell me.” I wanted to hear her say she wanted my big, thick cock in her. I wanted to see her lips form the words as she told me she wanted me to pop her cherry, to claim it as mine.
“I want to be yours in every way.”
Holy. Fucking. Christ.
It took all my control not to get off right then and there, just come in my jeans from her words alone.
She licked her lips, and I was riveted to the sight. Filthy thoughts of her on her knees in front of me, using that little pink tongue to lick at my dick, to lap at the pre-cum that was already forming at the tip, slammed through my mind violently.
“You’re so damn pretty, Lexi,” I said, not able to help myself. I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the seam of her lips.
I was already addicted to her.
I had my hands by her head now, the wall cold, rough against my palms. I smelled the scent of her coating my fingers. It drove me crazy with need.
Because I was a vulgar bastard, I ground my hard dick right up against her belly. She made this little gasp, and I growled in approval. “You feel that?”
She had her head resting back on the wall, her mouth parted, and her eyes half-closed as her pleasure clearly washed through her.
“You see what you do to me? You see how hard you make me?”
“God. I need you.”
“And you’ll have me, every single part.” I slipped my hand to her nape, curled my fingers into her soft flesh, and tilted her head to the side. I wanted to show her with my words, touch, with every part of me that we were made for each other.
I leaned down and ran my tongue along the side of her throat, feeling her pulse jack up higher, tasting the sweetness of her flesh.
“You feel good, baby?”
She nodded.
“God, but I’m going to make you feel even better.” I licked at her throat again. “Hold on to me.” She lifted her hands and placed them on my biceps, digging her nails into my flesh. My cock jerked at the pleasure and pain combination.
“I want you as mine forever,” I admitted, not the least bit ashamed. I went back to dragging my tongue up the slender column of her throat. I could have done this all day and night, just got drunk from the flavor of her flesh, and the pleasure she gave me by making sweet, aroused little noises.
I thrust my cock against her belly, needing that friction like I needed to breathe.
I need her naked. I need her bared for me.
And then I started doing just that. I was a madman in this moment, so lost in wanting her that everything was a haze as I all but tore off her clothing. But she was so pliant, so receptive to what I did.
And when she was stark naked for me, I took a step back. I looked my fill, starting at her toes. I followed the lines of her long, slender legs, gazed at her pussy covered in a small, trimmed thatch of dark hair, moved my gaze along her belly button and flat stomach, and finally landed on her breasts.
Her tits were big, her nipples pink, elongated for me.
She was ready, and I knew she was wet, probably wetter than before.
I lifted my gaze to her face, saw how her pupils w
ere dilated, and knew she wouldn’t stop me.
“You want this in you?” I said crudely and grabbed my dick through my jeans. I was painfully hard, my dick like steel between my legs. My balls were drawn up and so ready to explode from my need.
I was ready to fill her up, to make her take it all. Then I’d slowly pull out of her and watch as my cum slipped from her pussy.
I groaned out loud from that thought and image.
“Do you fucking want this in you, baby?” I said more crudely. “You want me to pop that cherry of yours, to stretch you all nice and good?”
“Oh. God,” she moaned. She nodded.
Yeah, she was ready for me, and I wasn’t going to torment either of us any longer.
I was in front of her a second later, gripping her ass cheeks in my hands and lifting her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and, holding her ass with one hand, I used the other to grip her long dark hair around my fingers. I yanked her head back, exposing her throat, and while I latched my mouth onto the slender column of her neck, I turned and made my way toward the bed.
I didn’t want to let her go, but I also wanted between her sweet thighs even more.
When she was on the center of the bed, her legs slightly parted and her pussy right there for me to see, I knew I wouldn’t be able to last very long this first time. It had been years since I was with a woman, and even then no one compared to what I felt for Lexi. My arousal for her had been slowly building from the moment I saw her. Once I was balls-deep in her cunt, I wouldn’t last.
But I have all damn day and night to make up for that.
Control. I need to keep my fucking control, or I’ll lose it and really scare the fuck out of her.
“I’m about to destroy you, Lexi,” I said, meaning it in the best possible way. At least I hoped she understood what I meant. As it was I was walking on a razor wire in holding myself in check.
I got out of my clothes, watching her the whole time, making sure she stayed right there for me, right in the damn zone of being primed.
When I was naked, I grabbed my dick and stroked myself. It felt incredible, especially knowing what I’d be doing very soon, and knowing Lexi was right in front of me in the flesh.
“Spread wider for me. Let me see that untouched pussy, baby.” Yeah, I was being a dirty bastard, but I couldn’t help it. This was who I was, and I could see she liked it. She did as I asked right away, and I clenched my jaw at how wet she was.
She was glistening for me.
I started stroking myself from root to tip and using the pre-cum that formed at the crown to lubricate my length. My bicep clenched for how strung tight my muscles were. I kept my focus on her pussy, her pink, slightly swollen pussy lips, and the little clit at the top. Sweat was already starting to bead at my brow. Hell, I’d be lucky to last five minutes once inside of her.
I ran my palm over the crest of my cock again, my whole body tense, my breathing ragged.
“Touch yourself,” I gritted out between clenched teeth. “I want to see your finger circling that little opening, showing me where I’ll be buried soon enough.” She listened to me instantly, and all I could do was watch in rapt awe as she touched herself. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
Her hand shook, her belly concaving with every inhale she made, and I knew she was on the edge, too. If I made her touch her clit, rub that little bud furiously, would she come for me?
I need to find out.
“Touch yourself. I want to see you become unhinged.” She hesitated, and I wondered if she’d touched her pussy before. I took a step closer. “Have you played with yourself, Lexi?” I continued to stroke my shaft. “Have you played with your pussy? Made yourself feel good? Come thinking of dirty thoughts?”
She didn’t answer right away, but then she finally nodded. “Tell me about it,” I said gruffly, my voice thick. “But move your hand between your legs, rub your clit while you do it.”
She took in a stuttering breath.
“Do it. Let me watch you.” I was just a foot from her now, the scent of her sweet musk filling my head.
I knew she wouldn’t deny me, because no matter how nervous she was, she wanted this, too.
Lexi
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Dillon said in this low, husky, but demanding voice.
He wanted me to tell him how I played with myself, while doing that … getting off for him. I was nervous but so aroused I didn’t feel shy or embarrassed about being so wanton. I parted my legs even wider, if that was possible, and did what he wanted. I showed Dillon the most intimate part of me, the area between my thighs that was wet and aching for him.
I wanted to please him.
I looked down at the long, thick length of his cock. He was so big, so hard for me.
I slipped my hand down my belly and stopped when I got to my clit. He kept his focus on me while he jerked off, and that made this harder.
I felt my cheeks heat as I thought about saying how I touched myself … while he watched and touched himself.
“Say it,” he whispered.
God, how did we go from me hitting my head to being in his bed naked?
Why am I even wondering that? This is exactly where I want to be.
“I lay in my bed, smooth my hand over my stomach, and touch myself right here.” I rubbed my clit, and a gasp of pleasure left me.
“What do you think about when you do that?” He was moving his palm faster over himself.
My heart beat so hard it ached. I kept touching myself, my pussy so slick my fingers glided over my clit. “You.”
His focus was on my splayed thighs, and I saw the pre-cum that dotted the crown of his cock. “Say it again,” he ground out.
I moved my finger to my clit and started rubbing the bud harder, faster. I clenched my other hand on the sheets beside me, my back arched, my lips parted. A gasp left me as the pleasure slammed into me. Here we were, watching each other touch ourselves, the eroticism so tangible I felt it lick over my skin.
“I think of you when I touch myself.”
He groaned. “Damn, I can’t wait.”
Before I knew what he was doing, he was running his thumb over the tip of his cock. He was in front of me a second later, eating up the small distance that had separated us.
He reached out, and at the first touch of that digit to my mouth, I gasped.
“Lick it off,” he demanded, his voice hard like steel, sharp like a blade.
I ran my tongue along the pad of his thumb, lapping at the saltiness of the cum that was on it. He tasted good, so potent and manly that a fresh wave of desire slammed into me. I got even wetter, which seemed impossible, but the feeling of a fresh gush of moisture didn’t lie about my need for him.
He shoved his thumb farther into my mouth, making me lick every last drop of cum from the digit. He stared right into my eyes the whole time, and that made the whole situation even more erotic.
“You like the taste of me on your tongue?”
I nodded, not able to speak with his finger still in my mouth.
“One day I’ll have my cock in there, Lexi, and I’ll make you swallow my load.”
My pulse jacked higher.
“But right now I need to fuck you.” He removed his thumb, and I watched in rapt attention as he sucked on it, taking my flavor into his mouth. “I hope you’re ready, because there isn’t any going back.”
He was still stroking himself, and I watched as his bicep contracted and relaxed from the rapid motion.
“Be with me,” I said softly, hoping that would end this sexual torment and have Dillon already. As much as I enjoyed the foreplay, I desperately wanted to feel him.
He groaned, took his hand off his dick, and finally moved onto the bed. He used his massive chest to push me back on the mattress, and it felt so good having his weight beside me. For long seconds we didn’t say anything, but the sexual chemistry was off the charts intense. I wanted to touch him, to run my hands over his
hard body, but a case of nerves suddenly slammed into me. I had never done this before, and no amount of fantasizing about it could give me the courage to just do it.
“I’m going to be your first.” He cupped the side of my face, not gently and not like we were about to make love. He touched me like he owned me, like he’d possess every single inch of my body and then some.
And he will. God, he so will.
“I’m going to take your virginity as my own.” He slipped his hand down my neck, over my chest, along my belly, and placed it right between my legs over my pussy. “And no other man will know how wet and hot you are here.” He added a bit of pressure, and my back arched on its own. “My cock will be the only one that knows exactly how tight your cunt is.” He ran his finger up my slit, gathering my wetness and making me moan for him. “I’m going to fill you with my cum, make you so full of it the sheet will be soaked beneath you.” He leaned in, his lips right by mine. “But you’ll like it. You’ll beg me to fill you up every night.” His lips brushed against mine. “And I will, because I won’t be able to help myself.” His voice was low, dark. He started slowly grinding his dick against the side of my thigh. His hand was back at my head, his fingers tangled in my hair. “Say you’re mine,” he growled out, the wild streak in him fully at the surface.
“I’m yours,” I said without hesitation.
“I want you so fucking badly.” He tilted my head to the side and started sucking at the base of my throat. God, I could probably have an orgasm from that alone. “After tonight there’s no going back.”
Good.
He looked into my face again. He leaned in close but didn’t kiss me like I desperately wanted him to. “Fuck, you’re so fucking gorgeous.”
Heat spread through me at his compliment.
I wish I hadn’t waited years to come to terms with what I wanted in my life.
“Me either, baby. Me either.”
I hadn’t realized I’d said my thoughts out loud until he spoke the same thing.
I was done being afraid of my desires, of being nervous of the unknown. I was here with Dillon, and I was going to go after what my heart and body wanted … him. “Kiss me.”