by Lexi Whitlow
“So?” He steps over to the bed and falls down next to me. His hands go to my waist, and he pulls me around to face him. “What do you say?”
“To what?”
“Giving me a chance. A real one. Living here.”
I laugh. “I think marrying you counts as giving you a chance. Don’t you?”
“Nah,” he says. He kisses my neck and works his way down to my shoulder. “It has to be official. You and me. In a relationship.”
“I’d call this a relationship. I live here,” I say. “We have sex. You deflowered me on our wedding night. It’s close enough.” I grin, and heat rises over my chest.
“Deflowered is a fancy word for what I did. I fucked you silly. Made it so you couldn’t stand straight the next day.”
“You did.” I can still feel it—that sweet, aching soreness between my thighs. The way I couldn’t walk quite right the next day, how opened and vulnerable I felt.
“I didn’t think fucking a virgin would be that good. I hadn’t done that since high school.” One hand moves between my legs, finding the wetness soaking through my panties. “A sweet little virgin.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not anymore.” I whimper as his fingers gently pinch my clit through the soaking fabric.
“Not what? A virgin? I guess you aren’t. I do wish I could do it all over again. The way you looked at me when I put my cock inside that tight little pussy the first time—that was fucking magical.”
“Magical? Since when did you get so romantic, Liam Dougherty?”
“That’s not romance. That’s the fucking truth. I’d do it again just to see that look on your face.”
I laugh. He’s already tugging at my panties, one hand roaming over my ass, the other pushing my panties to the side and dipping a finger inside of me.
“That’s not how it works. You can’t take someone’s virginity twice.” He slips a second finger inside of me and squeezes my ass. I whimper, and my eyes start to roll back in my head. When he touches me, it’s like he’s taking me to some other place, like I’m leaving my own body. Like none of the things I was thinking about before matter in the least. Not right now.
“I think I can, little girl. I’ve been toying with the idea of taking your virginity again.”
My face grows hot. “I’m a little girl, now, am I?”
“You are.” He flips me around, and he pulls my panties down to my knees. “And you’re still a virgin. My virgin.”
“No, I’m definitely not. I think you’ve got that wrong.” Deft fingers unhook my bra, and his hands go to my breasts, squeezing them, trailing down my body to the cleft of my sex.
“You’re dripping wet. A nice little girl wouldn’t be dripping wet like that. But you’re greedy for my cock, aren’t you? You’re desperate for it. I know you like it when you get stressed out. You like me to make you come.”
My breath hitches in my throat. It feels too far, like we’re skirting the edges of what we should be doing. And I can feel his cock getting hard against my ass. I gulp. “I’m not a good girl.” I pause. “I’m wet for you.”
My whole body feels like it’s on fire—red hot with shame and excitement and that feeling we’ve crossed over some edge.
“But you are a little virgin.”
“No, I’m not.” I swallow hard, but I want to say it again. “I’m not a virgin anymore. Because you fucked me.”
He groans, and I feel him stroking himself behind me. He thrusts his entire cock into my dripping wet pussy in one fluid movement, filling me to the brim. He still feels too big fore me, and he always stretches me far beyond my limit. Every time he enters me, I feel like I almost can’t bear to take any more.
“There’s not just one type of virgin, baby,” he says. His voice thick with desire. His hand finds my neck and holds it, the pressure heavy enough to give the slightest hint of danger. Fingers trail down my body as his cock rams inside of me, filling me brutally with each thrust. His thumb finds my asshole and presses against it slightly, adding a new sensation to his cock filling me again and again. “I told you, you were mine. Your pussy. Your mouth. Your ass.”
I moan as he presses his thumb into my tight little hole. There’s resistance, but it gives way, opening me in an entirely new way as he continues to throttle my pussy. My body aches and throbs, shivers starting from the base of my spine and reaching the back of my neck.
“I’m going to make you totally mine today, little girl.”
I groan, offering no protest. This is never something I would have considered with Charlie—or anyone else that my parents might have deemed more appropriate for me. Liam is so far from appropriate it’s not even funny. You don’t bring this type of guy home to Mom. And you sure as fuck don’t marry him.
Oops.
His thumb works against me. “Are you ready for this?” He thrusts inside of me again, moaning. “It feels like you are. You’re so fucking wet for me already.”
This isn’t something I’d thought would be in a real relationship, nothing I’d ever considered—not until I fell into bed with Liam for the first time. “Yes,” I whine. My eyes roll back in my head as he toys with my ass, bringing new, heightened sensations through my sex and straight to my core.
“Then you hold tight, baby. I have something that might help me fit inside that perfect little hole.”
He takes his cock out of my pussy and starts stroking himself, moaning as he moves to the other side of the bed. I arch my back to turn around and look at him, but he smiles and tries to hide whatever it is that he has. “Not yet, Princess. This is going to be a surprise. Turn back around, and let me see that perfect little ass. It’s mine now, and you’re going to love it.”
I blush deep red when he says it, but I follow his command and curl up on the bed, feeling small and helpless—and empty. My pussy throbs—needy, waiting for him. I bring my hand between my legs and stroke myself. I tremble in fear, but that only heightens the arousal pooling deep in my core.
“I think you’re going to like this.” I hear him open a bottle of lube. “Hell, I think you’re going to need it. My cock might stretch you a little too far without it.”
“Oh God—maybe we shouldn’t—” I babble, suddenly nervous. “You’re so big—it might not fit at all—” I gulp, turning beet red.
“There’s no going back now. You’re mine, remember? You agreed.” He moves closer to me in the bed, and I feel the pressure of something smooth and soft at the tip of my asshole. It’s not his cock—I know that feeling well by now.
“What is that?” I try to turn and look, but he holds my body steady with his strong hands.
“Just relax. Close your eyes.” The heat and pleasure mix with fear, pulsing through my body together.
“I just—I’ve never—had anything there before.” He pushes the tip of whatever the thing is deeper inside of me, and I hear him growl with excitement. His hard cock presses into the back of my thigh, and I whimper.
“It’s just a little toy,” he says, twirling it. The thing invades the entrance of my ass, stretching me out just a little. I moan at the sensation. “But it will help stretch you out, won’t it?”
He pushes it in further, and I moan. “Yes, it will.” My voice comes out in a whisper.
“What do you want, baby?”
“I want you to fuck me.” I look over my shoulder, meeting his eye. I whimper. He slides the toy in further, and I feel myself opening to him. This wasn’t a part of who I was—but wanting this, here with Liam, this is me now.
“How do you want me to fuck you?”
“Fuck my ass,” I moan. “And make it yours.”
Liam
“Goddamn,” I moan. When Skye first moved in, I picked up this little purple toy. The size of it isn’t even half of my girth, but a tiny girl like this needs a little warming up.
I wasn’t planning on letting her run away without giving me this. She said she wanted to learn all the ways to please me. She might not have meant this, not exactly. In
this moment, I don’t give a shit. I push the toy further inside of her, and she whimpers. The wetness from her pussy is drenching my hands, and I can still feel the ghost of her hot, tight warmth on my cock. I’m hard as fucking steel, and I want to fuck her, want to feel her sweet, tight hole wrapping around me, smooth and perfect.
“Oh, my God—it feels good,” she whispers. I can see goosebumps forming on her skin, just as they did the first time I fucked her. “Put it all the way in.” There’s a desperate, searching need to her voice, and I’m happy to indulge it.
As I push the toy in with one hand, I stroke myself with the other. The lube and the wetness from her pussy cover my hand, slippery and inviting. But I’m slow. I take my time, filling her ass inch by inch with the toy until she’s moaning and writhing uncontrollably against my hand.
“Oh, my God. I didn’t think this would feel so good,” Skye says. I almost detect a note of embarrassment, a hint of shame. But she wants what I have to give her so badly that she’s beyond that now. She didn’t know I was serious when I told her she belonged to me. While we’re still married, I own her—pussy, mouth, ass. She’s my toy, my doll. For all the fighting I’ve been doing, I need some relief. And she’s exactly what I need.
“You didn’t know you’d want it so much, did you?” I press the toy in the rest of the way and let it rest against the entrance to her tight little hole. She squirms, bucking against me, and I move so I’m encircling her waist with one arm. “You didn’t know you could want something like this at all.” It’s a statement, one that I know is true. The guy she was with before wasn’t even man enough to get her into bed, let alone show her the pleasure she was truly capable of experiencing.
“No, I didn’t. I didn’t know—” She wiggles against me again, and I let my fingers trace over the muscles of her abdomen, down to the thatch between her legs. My fingers slip inside, circling her clit, dipping in her pussy. I find the ridged spot inside and tap it. The moans rise from her throat—lusty, throaty, forbidden. I have her filled in both holes, but she’s not as full as she’s going to be. I chuckle softly, biting the flesh of her neck as I work my fingers inside of her. She’s lost now, completely at my mercy. I could ask anything of her, and she’d do it.
“You like being all filled up, don’t you? Think you’ll like it when my cock is buried inside you?”
“Yeah,” she whimpers. “I will. Oh God. I will. Please—I want it now.”
My cock is pulsing, aching and hard with need. I gently remove the toy, and run my fingers over my shaft and the head of my cock, putting more lube on as I stroke myself. I want her body to accommodate my size, to stretch and fit me. And I need her not to tell me to stop—in this moment, I need to possess her fully, to hear her call my name as I fuck her, as I take her purity for a second time.
“Liam,” she says. She feels me stroking myself hard against the back of her thigh, feels the lubricant as I push the head of my cock against her hole. “I need it. Please. Oh—”
“Anything you want, my little librarian,” I say.
I start pushing the head of my cock inside her virginal hole, and she shudders against me, tensing like she’s preparing for pain.
“Relax, little one,” I say. I brush the hair away from the back of her neck and kiss her there. “I won’t hurt you. Relax every muscle in your body, and give yourself to me. I’m bigger than that tiny little toy, but I’m going to make sure you feel so good.” I kiss her again, nipping her with my teeth. “So good. Do you believe me?”
“I do,” she says, without hesitation. “But I can’t—I can’t relax. Oh my God,” she moans, shaking against me. She looks over her shoulder, a worried look in her eyes.
“Put your hand between your legs. Touch yourself again. It’ll help you focus on something else.”
She gulps, but she does what I say, bringing her slender fingers to her pussy. She finds her clit and opens her legs slightly, circling it, moaning as she plays with herself. Her orgasm seems to be a hair’s breadth away, her body giving itself over to the pleasure.
As she throws her head back, I press into her, this time slipping the girth of my head inside her. She gasps, but she furiously rubs her clit, moaning louder as I grunt and push myself further inside. I want to unleash myself, to fuck her hard and fast, coming inside of her. It would come quick, that release. But instead, I concentrate on sliding in one centimeter at a time, letting her feel my entire length.
She shudders against me, and her hand comes to my forearm. She looks over her shoulder, eyes meeting mine. She looks like a different person, pupils slightly dilated with lust, eyes hooded and heavy. For a moment, I think she might speak, but instead, she makes a desperate, searching sound and pushes back against me, taking me in farther.
I let out a long groan. Unable to resist any longer, I push myself in the entire way, filling her ass to the hilt. “That’s so good, baby,” I whisper. “You’re doing so good. Such a good little girl. You feel so amazing. So hot, so tight.”
I pull back and thrust inside of her again, moaning as I do.
“That’s so fucking amazing,” she says. Her voice dissolves into a series of rasps and sighs, and she grabs my arm, as if trying to bring me closer into her body. I respond in kind, pushing into her again and again.
“I want you to come for me while I’m inside you, baby,” I say.
For a second, I think she hasn’t heard me. But Skye’s hand returns to her pussy. Her fingers flick over her clit, bringing her to that edge of orgasm again. The way her body tenses and releases, as if preparing, signals me that she’s close. She’s been on the edge now since I started fucking her, and she’s so close.
“That’s a good girl,” I mutter. Skye’s body seems to be of one flesh with mine, responding to me fully as I fall into a rhythm. “A good little bad girl.”
She laughs at that even as she brings herself closer to the edge. I’m fucking her hard now, unleashing all my fears and insecurities, letting them fall away as I fill her. She tenses, body stiffening. From deep within her comes a long, sweet moan, and her hips begin to buck against mine, her juicy ass bouncing against my cock. My balls grow tight, the tingling warmth starting deep within my body. In one white-hot flash of lightning, I come undone, coming hard and deep inside of her. I close my eyes and groan, long and loud, pulling her hair hard as I buck inside of her greedy little hole.
I pull her body into mine, kissing her neck, holding her arms. Our bodies pulse together, and we both sigh and crumple together in exhaustion. We stay like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, experiencing the warmth of our bodies together, for a long time. Most of the women I’ve been with seem to have a need to fill the silence, pressing on and on about what I might be thinking, or if I can see them again, or when might be a good time to get together for dinner. Skye’s not like that, and she never was. Instead, she and I lie together in what I think they call a comfortable silence. I haven’t had that—maybe ever.
As my eyes begin to close, she finally speaks. “It’s a week until the preliminary hearing,” she mutters. “You need me to be there?”
That’s the next step. The thing we’ve been dreading. After today, with the people from CPS, it might be even worse than we thought. But we won’t know until we get there, until it’s clear what Marta’s got on us. Nothing she’s ever had has felt damning before, but I’ve been fooled so many times. This is why I have Skye. She represents stability for the judge. And maybe, more than that, there’s finally someone really and truly on my team. My mother and brothers have always been a part of this, too. But Skye is invested in a way I can’t quite fully define. Being next to her here, I can feel it. Her brain, calculating. The thoughts inside her mind, exploring the ways we can win.
If it were up to me, we’d stay in this bed and fuck forever. We’d skip the hearings, and Brie would magically come to live with us, without the effort and stress of going before a judge. But things like that don’t happen, especially not to men like me.
“Yeah, I need you. The judge will want see that we’re able to provide a good environment here for Brie,” I say.
“I hope the CPS people don’t report about the food we were eating,” she murmurs, finally turning to face me. “It wasn’t great.”
“They’ve seen shit that’s about a thousand times worse than a few scoops of ice cream and some M&Ms. I don’t ever see that kid. Do they think I’m going to make her a goddamn salad?”
She laughs and shakes her head. “I hope not. Salad sucks. I think there should be a ban on it, especially for movie night. We can have fruit and carrot sticks, instead. That’s healthy enough. Plus, popcorn is pretty much a vegetable.”
“Agreed,” I say. I stroke Skye’s hair as I speak. “I don’t know. Marta likes to play like she doesn’t have a dime of money, but she pulls from her family trust for this type of thing. She gets these people who used to know her family, and she pays them with whatever she’s got. And she gets them to fabricate shit for her. P.Is. watching me at the bar, and now these women from CPS coming on their day off. She’s about as smooth as a hunk of unpolished granite. But that doesn’t mean her tactics won’t work. She’ll have those women reporting we had some wild party, or a bunch of drugs hidden under the kitchen sink.”