by Madison Faye
He’s big. He’s really big, actually. I think about leaning forward and just wrapping my lips around him. But he suddenly pulls me up and crushes his lips to mine. I sink against him, whimpering at the feel of his huge dick throbbing hot and hard against my tummy.
West scoops me into his arms and turns, carrying me into the house. He marches through a door into a small bedroom with a big bed and tosses me down across it. I moan as he stalks onto the bed after me, spreading my thighs and kneeling between them.
His hand wraps around his thick cock, and he groans as he looks me in the eye.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful, baby girl,” he growls. He strokes, and I gasp when something hot and sticky drips onto me. I look down and moan when I see sticky white liquid dripping from his cock onto my tummy and my thighs.
“Are you…” I swallow, moaning softly. “Are you coming?”
He grins, but then his brow furrows.
“No?” He says curiously, “No, baby girl, that’s just pre—” he frowns, and suddenly he freezes as something like realization dawns on his face.
“Taylor…” he chokes, pulling back.
“No, wait, please,” I whisper. I reach for him, and I grab his hand in mine, stopping him from pulling away.
“Baby, are you…” he frowns with genuine concern, his eyes locking with mine.
“Have you done this before?”
I could lie. I’m sure plenty of girls have lied about sex for the first time. But I don’t want to with him. This isn’t just sex, with West. I see so much with him—a future, a dream I’ve always thought most people would think is silly.
But I don’t want to lie to him, so I don’t. And slowly, I shake my head.
“No,” I whisper.
West’s face tightens, but I know the look in his eyes isn’t anger or disappointment. In fact, it’s nothing but raw lust.
“Taylor, baby…”
“I want you,” I hiss.
“Baby girl—”
“No,” I whisper fiercely, pulling him hard down to me. He falls over me, one hand propping himself above me. His cock throbs against my bare tummy, and it doesn’t get one bit softer.
“I want you,” I hiss. “I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone or anything, West. And don’t you dare tell me I’m too young to know what I want, or that I don’t want what I think I want or—”
“Baby girl,” he whispers, pressing a finger to my lips.
“I wouldn’t fucking dream of it.”
His lips take his fingers’ place, and he kisses me more fiercely than anything I’ve ever felt.
“Tell me you’re sure,” he growls.
“I’m sure,” I blurt, whimpering as I kiss him. “I want you, and I want you to have me,” I whisper. “All of me.”
“You’re already mine,” he growls. “All of you.”
He kisses me hard, and his legs spread mine as he drags his thick, swollen cock over my eager, slippery wet pussy.
“And now I’m going to make it official.”
Chapter Ten
Taylor
It’s not even a question, with West. It’s as if the moment I laid eyes on him, I already knew we’d get here, to him being the one to have all of me. Not like a fantasy where I dreamed about it—though I did. But I mean knew, as if I could see the future and see this laid out exactly like this.
And looking into his eyes, I know it’s the same for him. I know just looking at him that the second he saw me; he knew I’d be his. Not in a predatory way, and not even in a cocky way. He just knew, like it was laid out in the stars clear as a handwritten letter.
West kisses me deeply, and then his mouth slips down my jaw to my neck. He bites the skin there tenderly, just enough to make me gasp and make my body ache for more. His mouth drops hungrily lower, down over the slope of my breasts to take a nipple into his lips.
He tongues the rosy bud in slow circles, making me wordlessly beg for more and rake my nails down his back. He pulls away, grinning wickedly as he moves to the other to do the same. I didn’t even know my nipples were this sensitive, and I wonder if he kept it up if I could even come like this.
But West has other plans.
He moves lower, trailing his lips and tongue down my tummy. My stomach caves under his kisses, my body shivering in ecstasy and wanting for more. He moves lower, pushing my legs gently apart before he moves between them.
I squeal at the feel of his mouth on me again. His tongue drags over my clit, pushing deep into me like he’s fucking me with his tongue.
“Oh my fucking God,” I gasp, my hands sliding into his hair. “A girl could get very used to this.”
“Yeah well this girl better get very fucking used to this,” West growls, looking up at me. “Because I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep my mouth away from this sweet little pussy for long, ever.”
He moves back in, tonguing my clit as I moan with pleasure. But then, he’s pulling away, and he moves up between my legs. My eyes widen, and I bite my lip. I know what’s coming, and I’m not nervous, or scared.
There are zero doubts, and zero second thoughts. I want this, more than anything. And I can’t imagine anyone but West being the one to take my v-card.
He hovers above me, stroking his enormous cock. I don’t even have to be an expert to know it’s huge. I mean the man has big man hands, and they don’t even wrap all the way around it. I wonder for a minute if he’ll even fit inside, but one look into his blazing gaze, and I know he’s not going to hurt me.
He strokes, and more of his… his precum drips down his swollen cock. It leaks over his hand, making his grip slippery and making his cock glisten as he strokes. More drips hot and thick onto my mound, and a single drop drips down the crease between my thigh and my pussy.
“Fuck, I just want my mouth on you again,” he groans.
I blush. “But I want…” my blush deepens, and he groans.
“Tell me, baby girl,” he purrs. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” I whisper.
“To?”
My face burns hot, but I swallow it back and look him right in the eye.
“I want you to have me,” I whimper softly. “I want you to fuck me, West.”
He groans and crushes his lips to mine. I feel him move his cock over me, his fat, swollen head teasing over my clit. I whimper into his lips at the size and heat of him against my small pussy.
“I wanted to make sure you were nice and wet for my fat cock,” he growls. “But fuck, baby girl…”
I simmer under him. “I’ve never… I mean it’s never been this wet,” I whisper, almost embarrassed by the statement.
“No,” he growls, pulling back an inch to look me right in the eyes. “Don’t say that like an apology, baby girl. I love you wet like this. I love that this pretty little pussy is so eager and hungry for my cock.”
He grips himself and rubs the head of him up and down my lips. I whimper, feeling them spread softly around his pulsing crown. Our eyes lock, and his jaw ticks.
“I’m not going to hurt you, baby girl,” he promises.
“I know.”
He pushes, and I gasp as I feel his thick crown pushing into me. My lips spread, and slowly, he begins to sink into me.
There’s no “cherry” to “pop”—I mean I’ve done sports my whole life and rode horses for a brief time when I was younger. But still, the feel of him opening me for the first time has me gasping.
“Oh God,” I gasp, clinging to him and raking my nails down his arms.
He slows, but I shake my head.
“No, please,” I moan softly. “Keep going.”
He growls, and his lips press to mine. I kiss him eagerly and deeply as he pushes into me, and I whimper as another few inches of his thick cock slide into me. The strange feeling melts quickly into something amazing. Amazing, and hot, and aching in the best possible way. I feel myself gripping him so tight, but it feels so fucking good as he pushes into me.
Inch by inch, West sinks every bit of his thick cock into my tight little pussy, until finally, I can feel his hips grinding against mine.
“All of me,” he groans into my lips.
“And you have all of me,” I gasp back.
He kisses me, and slowly, his hips roll. His thick cock slides out, until just the pulsing, swollen head is keeping me stretched open. His cock lurches, and I whimper when I feel more spurts of his precut pump against my pussy. He growls and pushes forward, and that gorgeous cock sinks deep into my eager little pussy.
“West!” I cry out in pure, undiluted pleasure. I’m seeing stars as he starts to slide in and out of me, grinding his cock as deep as he possible can before pulling out to tease my clit with his swollen head.
“Fuck, Taylor,” he groans, kissing me through our panting breaths. “Fuck, you are so fucking tight.”
I whimper, wrapping my legs around him.
“I can feel this greedy little pussy squeezing my cock, baby girl—trying to keep me inside.”
“Because I do,” I moan. “I want you inside of me forever,” I gasp, drowning in the pleasure he’s bringing to my body.
His lips are on my neck, and his big hands slide all over my body—gripping my ass possessively, pining my hips to the bed, skimming up and down my calves as he drives into me, or cupping my jaw as he kisses me.
We rock harder, and faster, and I almost can’t believe how fucking wet I am. It’s like I’m dripping all over him, coating his huge cock in my shameless desire. He throbs inside, and a snarl tumbles from his lips. His teeth rake my neck, and his thrusts become harder, and faster.
A whole new wave of pleasure overtakes me, pulling me under as I start to drown in the ecstasy of it all. I cling to him, melting and gasping in pleasure. My legs tighten around his muscled hips, and my eyes roll back. And suddenly, I know I’m going to come like I have never come before.
“West…!”
“I know you want to come for me, Taylor,” he groans. Our bodies are hot and slick with heat, sweat dripping down both us and making us slick as we grind together. It’s makes the whole thing even hotter, and I feel myself sinking into the orgasm ready to pull me under.
“I know you want to make this hot little pussy come all over this fat cock, baby,” he groans. “And I want you to do it. I want you to let go and let me feel that pussy come. Let me be the first man to feel this gorgeous little cunt come so good on my cock. And I won’t just be the first,” he hisses into my ear. His teeth nip at the lobe, and I start to fall.
“I’ll be the first, the only, and the last,” he rasps. “Because you’re all mine, forever.”
It’s the last I can take, and suddenly, I explode. West sinks his big, thick cock deep into my clenching pussy, and I come, hard. I cling to him, and my mouth sears to his as I scream my release into his lips.
West roars and grips me tight as he sinks deep inside me. His thick cock spasms and throbs and pulses deep inside of me, and suddenly, I can feel it. I gasp into his lips and moan when I feel the hot, thick jets of his cum pump into me. Again, and again, his cock throbs and his balls tighten against my lips. Hot warmth pours into me, and I kiss him as hard as I can as his arms circle around me to hold me tight.
He rolls us onto our sides, but he keeps himself deep inside me. I’m shivering in what feels like earthquake tremors inside my body, and I cling to him. My lips find his, and I kiss him desperately, like I never want him to move away from me.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he purrs softly, like he’s read my thoughts. “I’m never going anywhere when it comes to you.”
He kisses me slowly and deeply, and I lose myself in him, entirely. Hook, line, sinker, the whole damn pole and boat.
We’re still kissing when we both hear it: the sound of tires on sandy, broken pavement. It’s a car coming up West’s driveway.
West practically becomes like a panther or a cheetah or something. He gently slides from between my legs, and he rolls off the bed. Instantly, I miss him with all that I am. But when I see him pull a gun from his nightstand, I clutch the covers tightly.
“West?” I whisper, my heart racing.
“Stay down, baby,” he commands quietly. He turns and leans over me, kissing me gently. “I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
“For not keeping you in my arms for the next three days straight, at least,” he growls. “After that, I mean.”
The car rumbles to a stop outside, and he tenses. “But I have to see what this is. Just promise me to stay down. If you hear shooting—”
“West!” I gasp, throwing my arms around him.
“I’ll be fine, Taylor,” he rumbles. “Just promise me you’ll stay down and out of sight. Okay?”
“I promise,” I whisper. “Just, please be careful!”
He grins a roguish grin. “Always, baby girl.”
He kisses me, stands, slips some board shorts on, and flicks the safety off of the gun.
“Let’s see who the hell this is.”
Chapter Eleven
West
I relax and let my shoulders uncoil the second I see the cop car out in my driveway. I’m still leery thought, and when I pop my head out of the door, I keep one arm and the gun back inside.
“Can I help you?”
The door opens, and huge, bear of a man uncoils from it. Instantly, I grin and drop the rest of my reservations.
It’s not just a bear of a man, it’s Bear, the local cop.
“You got a gun on me, West?”
I grin and step out from the door, raising the gun up and putting the safety on.
“I was wondering if it’d be you coming out here.”
He nods. “Well, I come in peace. Gerard called me and told me what the fuck is going on.” He sighs and blows air through his lips. “That’s some shit that went down on the pier earlier, buddy. I’m not sure if running off was the smoothest plan you’ve ever had.”
I scowl. “Had to, man.”
“Nah, I get you,” Bear growls, and I do mean growls. There’s a reason they call the pushing-seven-feet-and-pure-muscle guy “Bear.”
Bear and I aren’t as close as Gerard and I are, but we’re close enough, and I know that’s why Gerard called him direct about the whole thing. He and I have only had a few interactions, but if Gerard calls him friend, I’m good.
“Well, I’m glad to hear you got the girl out of there.”
I nod and start to head down the stairs to him. “Look, I know how this looks, and I know it’s not an ideal situation—”
“Hey, relax, West,” Bear grunts, raising a hand up. “Listen, you served with Gerard, and he vouches for you like a brother. That’s more than good enough for me. You did good, West, and things are fine. I’m going to need a statement from the both of you, but I’ll make sure the force knows why you ran from the scene.”
I frown, and he nods. “We can do it right here, even. No need to bring her down to the station. I’m sure she’s been through enough…” he frowns as he trails off, his eyes dropping as if just realizing I’m just in a pair of shorts.
Slowly, he grins. “So… guess there’s gonna be some questions I don’t get to ask, huh?”
I eye him, my jaw clenching. “Correct.”
He chuckles and holds his hands up. “None of my business, brother. I just need the statements and to make sure she’s okay. That alright with you?”
I nod. “I can work with that.”
He chuckles. “Well gee, West, glad you agree to the terms of uniformed law enforcement.”
I shrug, and he shakes his head.
“Look, Gerard also told me your theory. I think you’re right, five guys with full autos doesn’t make any damn sense for a fuckin’ donut stand.”
“Cinnamon buns.”
He rolls his eyes. “Tomato-tomato, West. I’m saying you’re right, it doesn’t add up in the slight—”
The driver’s side window to Bear’s police SUV suddenly shatters, and the sharp
crack of a shot thunders through the air.
“Down!” Bear roars, dropping to the sand and reaching for his service gun.
Bullet holes spray across the side of his car, and suddenly, he grunts and flinches.
“Bear!” I lunge behind my rack of surfboards, then duck my head back out to see him clutching his arm, grimacing.
“I’m good!” he roars. “Just grazed!” He takes a dive roll towards me, ducking back behind the rack with me. He grunts and glances at his arm.
I pop my head out and wince, ducking back when bullets kick up the sand around me. Past his car, I can see a cloud of sand kicking up as an off-road Jeep comes barreling over the dunes towards us.
“Four of them, coming fast!” I grit through teeth.
Another shot rings out, and this time, the hole pops up on our side of the makeshift barricade.
“Shit!” I hiss. “One behind us!”
And suddenly, my blood turns to ice: behind us is my house. In my house is Taylor. Bear sees the look in my eyes and snarls.
“Go! I got these fuckers!”
I dive out and rush up the stairs three at a time as bullets spray the wood around me. I crash through the front door, and the sound of Taylor screaming has me seeing red. I crash into the bedroom, and my body goes tight when I see Taylor wrapped in bedsheets, screaming as a man in black tries to smash his way through the window.
I level the gun and pull the trigger twice, and the fucker drops out the window like a fuckin’ rock.
“I’m here!” I roar, grabbing her into my arms. “I’m here, baby girl. I’m here!”
“West!” She gasps. “I think it’s the same ones from the shack!”
I hear the Jeep screech to a stop outside, and then a ton of rapid gun firing back and forth. But then, it’s quiet.
Fuck.
“West Farrow!” A voice suddenly booms out. “You in there?”
“Depends!” I roar back. “Who’s out there?”
The man chuckles. “This don’t concern you, man. And I’d hate to shoot up this little house of yours. But that doesn’t have to happen. We can do this nice and easy, yeah?”