by B. B. Hamel
“No, girl. Suck my fucking cock like you love it.”
She moans and slides deeper down my shaft. I love it, watching her try to fit more of my big cock down her throat. She gags a little and almost stops, but I push her back down. I push her down my shaft, making her suck me more.
She gets into it. I can see she’s getting into it.
“One hand between your legs,” I say.
She looks up at me, surprised.
“That’s right. Touch yourself. Fingers on your clit. Spread your knees.”
She does it, slowly at first. She touches her pussy, moving her fingers in circles around her swollen clit. She starts to moan as she sucks my cock.
“That’s right,” I whisper, pleasure blooming through me. “Touch that wet little pussy. You know how dirty you are, fingering yourself while you suck my cock? You can barely control yourself right now. You have a big cock in your mouth, legs spread wide, dripping pussy all over my kitchen floor. And you still can’t stop yourself from touching your wet little clit. You’re a dirty fucking girl, Celine.”
She’s moaning openly now, sucking me faster. This is what I wanted.
“That’s right. Suck my fucking cock. Show me you’re the dirty girl I know you are.”
She sucks me faster, spit trailing down my shaft. She takes my balls in her hand and works them, sloppy and not caring how she looks. She keeps her other hand between her legs, teasing herself as she sucks my cock faster and faster.
Fucking hell, it feels good. I grab her hair and push my cock into her throat. She gags again but she doesn’t hesitate this time. She keeps going, sucking through the gag, controlling herself. She pushes her fingers inside of her pussy and slides them back out as she takes my cock into her throat.
Fucking hell. I don’t think I can take much more of this.
I pull her to her feet and push her back over to the counter. I turn her around and spread her legs, ass up in the air.
“I could fuck you right here and now,” I whisper, teasing her with my cock between her legs. I pull her hair and kiss her over her shoulder. “But you couldn’t handle it.”
“Oh, god,” she whispers. “Whatever you want. I don’t care. Whatever you want.”
I laugh softly and spank her perfect, perky little ass. “I know you think you’re ready, little Celine, but trust me. You can’t handle it.”
She groans as I slide my fingers between her legs. I press them deep inside, moving in and out, fucking her good and slow. I drop to my knees and spread her ass open, licking her top to bottom.
She gasps and looks back at me. I smirk at her and spank her ass, pushing her forward again. I hold her hips tight as I lick her ass and pussy from behind, making her hips wiggle, moans escaping her lips.
“God damn, girl, you taste good,” I say. “Fucking delicious. What a nice, tight little ass you have, too. I can’t wait to fill it up.”
“You want to…?” Her eyes go wide.
I laugh gently. “Not yet, love. But I’m going to. I’m going to have every inch of your virgin body and you’ll ask for more by the time we’re through.”
She groans as I slide my fingers inside of her again and tease her ass with my tongue. I slide them in and out and lick her all around, up and down, back and forth. She groans and I push them deeper, a smile on my lips.
But I’ve had enough of this teasing. I stand up and turn her around before lifting her up off her feet. She wraps her legs around my waist and I kiss her as I carry her back and up the stairs.
I practically kick down my bedroom door before falling into bed with her. She kisses me, writhing against my body, wet pussy sliding along my thigh. I pull her hair and kiss her neck as she grinds against me, so desperate for pleasure that she’s riding my leg.
I roll her onto her back and spread her legs wide. She meets my gaze and I can see a hint of fear there as I tease her pussy with my cock.
“Are you sure?” I ask her softly.
She nods.
I spit on my palm and rub it into my cock, although I’m not sure I need it. She’s dripping wet as I slowly, gently, ease myself against her and push inside.
She gasps. I stop and go slow. I know what she needs right now. Too much too fast, and it’ll push her away. Too slow and it’ll turn her off.
I have to strike that middle ground. I move my hips, gently moving deeper, gently pushing myself inside of her. I feel her fingers grip my back, digging in tight.
“Oh my god,” she whispers.
“See, darling,” I whisper back. “Like I said, you can take it.”
She groans and bites my lip. I move my hips, grinding slowly into her, and soon I’m completely inside, filling her tight pussy to the brim.
“Fuck, girl,” I whisper. “This pussy was meant to get fucked, love. This pussy was born to wrap around my big, fat cock. You were just waiting for this moment.”
“I’ve been waiting so long,” she moans.
I slowly pull back and forth, short strokes, gentle strokes. She’s panting a little, groaning. I move a little faster, stroking longer now, and I can feel her muscles starting to relax as the pain turns into pleasure.
This is what she’s fucking here for. This is why she puts herself into my hands. I know how to work her, how to get her where she needs to go.
And right now, she needs this cock. She needs me to take away her virginity, to teach her what to do.
“Relax,” I whisper in her ear, stroking in and out. “Just relax. You’re in my hands right now, love.”
“God,” she whispers. “This is what it’s like?”
“Oh, no,” I say gently, biting her earlobe. “This is just where it begins. It gets much, much better.”
She moans as I start to fuck her faster. I love this tight virgin pussy clinging to my cock, wrapped around my shaft, threatening to never let go.
I want to turn her around, fuck her ass. I want to fuck her rough, make her ride me, make her moan and spread her legs while I stroke my cock and make her gag on it. But she’s not ready, not yet.
No, now I have to be nice. I have to be gentle. So that later, I can be as rough as I want.
I lean back onto my knees and stroke in and out of her. I rub her clit while I fuck her, holding one leg wide open, the other hand rubbing her softly with my thumb. I can tell she likes it, her eyes rolling back, her mouth open, her breasts bouncing softly.
I fuck her faster. I’m stroking nice and deep now, though not rough. I’m sliding my cock full and deep into her tight little virgin cunt and I know she’s loving it. She’s moaning, whispering my name, groaning my name like a dirty girl. I keep it up, keep rubbing her clit, focusing more on that than on fucking her pussy rough.
I’m going to get her off. I know she’s getting close. I can get her there rubbing this nice little clit.
“Faster,” she whispers. “Faster, please.”
I fuck her faster, nice and deep. I rub her faster, staying gentle, not too hard. I watch her breasts shake, her mouth open. She’s so fucking sexy. I wish I could slide my cock between those lips. I wish I could make her crawl around, pussy dripping for me. I want to make her beg to ride my big fat cock, make her beg to have me lick her little asshole before fucking her deep and rough.
God damn, it feels so fucking good. She’s groaning, moving her hips now. I can feel her tensing, but this time, it’s not because of nerves or pain. It’s because she’s getting close.
“Come for me, love,” I whisper. “Come for me. I’ll fill you up with my cock, fuck you nice and deep.”
“Oh, god,” she moans. “Oh, fuck. Dawson. Don’t fucking stop.”
I smirk and keep going. Her whole body tenses now, sweating, twisting. I fuck her faster, rub her harder, and she grabs the sheets as her back arches.
I can feel her coming, pussy wrapped so tight around my cock that it twitches with pleasure. She gasps and groans, body tense, her eyes wide now, a huge smile on her lips.
I fuck her faster, and
I’ve never seen anything so sexy in my life. A fucking virgin, coming for the first time on my big, hard cock. I fuck her faster, losing myself a little. I grab her hips and tear into her tight pussy. She moans and grips the sheets but I don’t care. I need it, so fucking bad.
I come deep in her little pussy moments later. She gasps and groans, rolling her ass, tightening her legs around my back. “Fuck,” I whisper. “God damn. Your tight pussy is fucking magic.”
I kiss her slowly then, still inside. I pull myself back.
She bites her lip. “Shit,” she says, looking down at my cock.
I shrug. “Don’t worry.” I get up and grab a towel from the bathroom. “It was your first time, after all.”
She bites her lip and nods. I can see a little nervous fear in her eyes.
I walk over and kiss her. “It’s okay,” I whisper. “Go take a shower, if you want.”
“Do people normally shower after sex?”
I shrug. “Some do, some don’t. Doesn’t matter to me. Just thought I’d offer.”
She purses her lips. “I think I will. I think… yeah.”
I nod. I figured she’d want a moment alone. Losing your virginity is a big deal.
“Go ahead. I’ll be right here.” I kiss her and hand her the towel.
She gets up and walks across the room. I get a nice view of that perky little ass before she disappears into the shower and shuts the door behind her.
The water turns on a moment later. I relax in my sheets. I’ll have to change them, but it’s no big deal.
Fucking Celine. I didn’t plan on this happening, but fuck… a real virgin. A real fucking virgin, all for me.
I don’t know what I did to deserve this.
Well, yes, I do. I’ve been very good lately. This is just my reward.
Suddenly, from downstairs, there’s a loud thump. I frown and sit up straight. There’s another thump and a loud bang, like wood against wood.
I know that fucking sound.
“Shit,” I whisper, grabbing for my nightstand.
I have seconds at most. I find the gun I keep there, always loaded, always ready. I roll off the side of the bed as voices come from downstairs.
“Clear!”
“Fuck, he’s upstairs!”
Footsteps on the stairs. My heart starts to hammer.
This shouldn’t be happening. I’ve been careful. I’ve been safe. This shouldn’t be happening.
I ran so long and so fucking far. I fucking disappeared.
And now my past is catching up with me.
The bedroom door bangs open. I don’t hesitate. I pull the trigger and the gun explodes, firing a bullet right into the first men’s chest. He gasps and stumbles back as I fire again and again, knocking him backwards.
I don’t recognize him, but that’s not a huge surprise. I worked with a lot of guys out in New York, and most of them have a lot of reasons to want me dead, especially now.
The second guy ducks to the side. I catch a glimpse of a coat, and something triggers in my head, deep in the back of my mind.
There’s silence. The first guy is bleeding out on my fucking floor, but he’s silent. Maybe already dead.
The bathroom door flies open. “Stop!” I shout at Celine. Her eyes go wide as she looks at the door, sees the man on the floor, and screams.
The other guy takes his chance. He rolls into the doorway and takes a few shots. I duck back, barely dodging it.
“Get back in the bathroom!” I scream at Celine. I hear her stumble backwards and slam the door.
I risk another peek over the bed. I don’t see anyone out there.
“Hey,” I call out. “Hey, asshole. You’re pinned down. Why not come out, and we can talk? I don’t need more blood in here tonight, goddamn it.”
Short pause. “I don’t think so, Dawson.”
My whole world suddenly stops.
I know that voice.
My mind reels, reaches into the past.
I remember that night. I remember the smell of the alley, trash mixed with fresh rain. I remember the sound of the guns popping off, Marcus’s screams as the bullets tore through his body.
I remember turning and running. I remember my best friend hitting the ground.
I remember him fucking dying.
Except that’s his voice, out in the hall.
“I know you too well for that, Dawson,” Marcus says. “How many guys have you killed, luring them in like that? Oh, Dawson is nice, Dawson is the kind one. He won’t hurt me. And then bang, bang, bang.” He laughs, a rasping, angry laugh.
“Marcus?” I know I shouldn’t, but I look up over the bed. “But you’re…”
“Dead?” He laughs again. “Not dead, brother. Not dead at all.”
“Marcus—”
But I’m cut off. He fires at me again, missing by inches. I drop behind the bed.
Marcus is alive. And he’s trying to kill me.
“Consider this a warning, brother,” he calls out. “I’m coming for you. And I won’t stop. You know me just as well as I know you.”
And then I hear his footsteps on the floor as he runs down the stairs and out the front door.
Everything is still and quiet. My ears ring from the gunshots.
The dead guy doesn’t move.
Slowly, I risk looking out. Nothing happens.
Marcus. Fucking Marcus. I stand there, staring at the dead body. I feel like my whole world just exploded.
That’s when the bathroom door opens and Celine stares out at me, wrapped in a towel.
“Shit,” I say, looking at her.
I can see the fear in her eyes. I know what she’s thinking.
And she’s probably fucking right.
I’m a dangerous man.
And she might’ve made the biggest mistake of her life when she came home with me tonight.
5
Celine
I sit down on a large, gnarled old tree root and watch Dawson dig.
His shovel bites into the soft ground and he tosses another clump of dirt onto the pile. He’s been digging for an hour and it doesn’t seem like he’s anywhere near finished.
Escape plans keep flitting through my mind. I think about stealing his shovel and hitting him with it during his next break. I think about grabbing his gun from his jeans and shooting him. I think about just taking off into the night, hoping I can outrun him and lose him in the forest.
But I don’t move. I know these are all stupid plans. I’ll never overpower him, and I’ll never outrun him. And even if I did, I’d get hopelessly lost out in this forest.
We’re miles from town in the middle of nowhere. The last building I saw was an abandoned farmhouse about a half hour back. Since then it’s been nothing but trees and rocks. I think we’re in the middle of some kind of state park, but I can’t be sure.
Doesn’t matter even if I knew. I can’t find my way back to Pine Grove, and I’m not sure I’d even want to.
There were two men. Two of them. One’s dead, wrapped in some opaque plastic sheeting and shoved in the truck bed. I didn’t ask why Dawson had the plastic.
But the other is still out there. I heard the men talking, although my ears were ringing from the gunshots. I couldn’t really make it out, but they definitely spoke, and it didn’t sound happy.
Dawson didn’t say a word to me after. He sat me down on the toilet and shoved the bathroom door shut. He must’ve blocked it with something, because I couldn’t get out for an hour after.
When he did let me out, the mess was mostly cleaned, and the body was wrapped neatly.
“Come on,” he said to me, grabbing my arm.
“Wait, please—”
His glare shut me up. “Don’t talk. Come on.”
I followed him, mostly because of the gun I saw tucked away in his jeans.
Now he’s digging, sweat pouring off his body, and I shouldn’t keep staring at him like this.
He glances in my direction. I watch as he sighs and ta
kes his shirt off. I blink, staring at his muscular body, the body that took my virginity maybe three hours ago. The body that made me feel something I never, ever expected.
He smirks and leans against his shovel. Sweat drips off him.
“This would go faster if you helped,” he says to me.
I stare at him, surprised. He hasn’t said a word to me since the house.
“You want me to dig?”
He nods. “I have another shovel.”
“Dig… a grave.”
“Well, we’re going to throw a body in there, so yeah. It’s a grave.”
“Absolutely not,” I say slowly, shaking my head.
“Afraid to get dirty, princess?”
I let out an involuntary laugh. “Are you insane? I don’t care about getting dirty. I’m just not helping you bury a body.”
He sighs. “Fair enough.”
The questions spill out of me suddenly, like some kind of dam broke just by speaking. “What the hell happened back there? Who was that? What happened? Who are you? Why were they trying to—”
“Okay,” he says, holding up a hand. “You ready to talk?”
I shake my head. “I don’t think I have a choice.”
“Probably not.” He sighs and steps out of the hole. He leaves the shovel and walks over to me.
I’m ashamed that I stare at his body, at the way he moves. I’m ashamed that I can’t take my eyes from his skin, sweat beading down it, from his muscles, from the tattoos inked in black.
He sits down slowly next to me and leans back on his hands. He puts his legs out in front of him.
“Digging a grave sucks,” he says. “At least it’s not winter, though.”
“Why would that matter?”
“Frozen ground would be twice as hard. Maybe even impossible. If it were winter, we might just have to leave him here and come back later to bury him.”
I stare. “You’ve done this before,” I say.
He laughs softly. “First thing you have to learn about me, Celine, is that this isn’t my first body.”
A chill runs through me, cold as ice. “Who are you?” I ask softly.
“You want the long or the short version?”