I kissed Abigail like I should’ve years ago, memorizing her with my tongue, marking her with my bite, not even breaking as we shoved her shorts past her hips. I couldn’t help my smile when she finally got out of them, tossing them to the feathered floor. For the world, Abigail was black and red lace. For me… she’s cotton polka-dot panties.
Next went her silky shirt, thrown over her head. My touch feathered the clasp of her bra, still tonguing and consuming her even as the lace slipped off her shoulders, falling to the bed.
I froze.
Fuck.
Shit.
I’d imagined Abigail since the day she picked me up—got a view of it briefly when she threw her pajamas at me—but it was never like this. Without anger, willingly, about to give me everything.
She’s everything.
Soft, so soft, with a smattering of barely-there freckles along breasts perfect to palm and massage and suck and bruise. I ground my jaw, fighting the urge to flip her beneath me, slam my dick into her, and taste every inch right then.
Tonight we’d go slow, tonight she sets the pace.
“I know it’s nothing you haven’t seen already…” She trailed off. “You and everyone else…” Abigail looked away, swallowing.
I traced the bob of insecurity she could never hide from me, gliding my finger from her throat, down between her breasts, until I could edge the cotton seam of her panties. Her breathing picked up with my movements, and goose bumps pebbled her breasts.
Gorgeous. Distracting. I’d map them with my tongue, then lick them away, one by one.
But she still wouldn’t look at me.
I lifted her chin, dragging her to me, our foreheads pressed, until I could taste her truth like sweet candy on my tongue.
All I’ve ever wanted was to make Abigail feel safe, special. To give her a taste of what she gave me.
I captured her lips, and say against them, voice hoarse, “No one has seen this.”
Don’t hide from me, I nearly say. With me, you’re perfect. With me, you’re always enough.
But something stops me. Feathers floated around us, the discarded reminder that not everything is perfect.
Our eyes connected and I gripped her ass with both hands, hiking her up my body, slamming her lips against mine. It was faster, more furious. Even though she was still in panties, she was so wet, getting all over my fucking cock, drenching my gray underwear black. I slid my hands up her thighs, stretching her panties, spreading the cotton between her pussy lips and rubbing it against her clit until she broke from our kiss on a groan that went straight to my dick.
“Fuck, Abs,” I said, dragging her bottom lip out with my teeth. “Get out of these goddamn panties.”
I sucked on her neck, watching as she shimmied out of them. Each movement rubbed against my dick. I wonder if I’ve been dropped into a dream as Abigail slowly revealed her round, peachy ass. When her pussy spread on my thigh as she kicked off the last of her polka dot panties, I’m sure of it.
Abigail fucking Crowne, spread, naked, and all mine. I didn’t give her a second to breathe, crushing her back against me. I slid my finger into her pussy from behind, priming her for my dick.
She gasped at the fullness, before biting down on my neck. Hard.
I groaned.
Fuck.
I want her marks all over me.
I teased another finger near her entrance, smearing her wetness all over my finger, all over her. She pushed back on me with a whimper that made my dick punch at the seams of my gray boxer-briefs.
“You want that, sweet girl?” I punctuated my question by barely thrusting inside her heat. “You want more of me?”
She nodded, nails digging into my shoulder.
In my wildest dreams, I never imagined it would be like this. Abigail was so tight and wet, dripping down my hand. She made sweet, stuttering gasps and quiet moans.
Never imagined how goddamn hard I’d get.
“I’ve almost memorized everything about you,” I said casually, sliding a second finger inside her. The quiet moan that dripped from her lips was pure goddamn heroin. I slid out, only to push a third finger in. When her mouth opened around a wide O and she struggled to form any sound, I knew right then I’d spend the rest of the night chasing that high.
“Soon I’ll know it all. I’ll know every goddamn way to get you to make these sounds. Only me.”
“Only you,” she breathed, sounding disoriented.
I paused at her words only for a second. Then I slid out, gripping Abigail’s chin with fingers still wet from her, eyes locked.
“Take my underwear off,” I rasped.
Abigail didn’t need to be told twice, pushing my underwear off with shaky hands. When my cock sprang out hard on my stomach, she gaped. She eyed my hard cock, lips parted, tongue slightly out.
Abigail sat back on her heels, thighs spread around my hips, and I could see everything—every glistening fold, every bead of sweat lining her golden abdomen.
“One more out, Abs,” I said. “Once I get you back down here… no promises.”
Still, I was no saint. I palmed my cock, encouraging that dark look in her eyes. Abigail took her lower lip between her teeth.
Fuck.
I’ll never be able to look at that lower lip the same way again. I’ll start encouraging all her bad decisions.
In answer, her fingers slid along my cock, whisper light. I threw my head back on a groan and she threw me a mischievous smile.
“Playing around, Reject?” I grabbed her wrist, dragging her back to my chest, spreading her pussy against my cock. Our groans wove into one wicked melody.
Her fingers dove into my hair, tangling the strands. “Theo…”
Her clay eyes met mine, bright with need.
I reached off the bed, fishing for a condom from the pocket of my discarded jeans. If it was possible, the dark, hungry look in her eyes as I slid it over my cock made me even harder.
Something about fucking Abigail on a mattress I’d ripped open to spill her secrets seemed… inevitable. Our twisted, brutal destiny.
I placed my hands on her soft, honey thighs, notching my thumbs in her hipbones, lifting her up so she could reposition herself on my cock.
“Ready, sweet girl?” I asked.
“Yes,” she whispered, biting that lip so hard I could see the white.
I pushed the hair out of her eyes. “It’s just you and me, Abs. Go slow.” I slid one hand away from her hip, thumbing her clit. “This is my pussy now and I plan on using it whenever the fuck I want. Go too fast and hurt yourself, and I’ll be pretty damn disappointed.”
I released her clit and she fell forward on a breath, catching herself on my abs, fingers splayed. She blinked up at me, swiping her tongue across her bottom lip, then nodded.
I pushed a sweep of hair still veiling her from me back behind her ear. “Good girl.”
Beneath long, feathery lashes her eyes found mine, and she gave me the prettiest, sweetest, close-lipped smile.
Goddamn, that smile.
She wiggled, spreading and taking me in just a little. Her lips parted on a sharp, surprised gasp. At the same time, something too deep to be a groan rumbled out of my chest.
Hot, wet—perfect.
Now this was an image I’d never forget. Abigail Crowne struggling to lower herself on my dick, her pretty pussy spreading to accommodate me. She dug her nails into my flesh as wisps of her silky hair floated across my chest.
The look on her face will forever be etched into my memory, most of all. Lips parted, caught on a breath, eyes locked on mine.
“Breathe,” I soothed, voice rocky.
Abigail took a shaky, musical breath, moving another torturous inch, then froze, eyes growing, nails pricking my lower abs.
“Abigail?” I asked, trying to keep the strain in my voice hidden.
It was fucking cruel torture to stop. I can’t decide if pausing on the image of me being swallowed by her is some kind of heaven or of som
e kind of hell.
At the same time, I’m worried it’s too much. I’m too big, and it hurts.
“I don’t want to do it wrong,” she blurted. Her eyes popped as if she’d let something slip, and she looked away, blushing hard.
Fuck, Abigail without walls was addicting.
Dangerous.
I laughed. “You can’t do it wrong.” I reached out, threading my palm in her hair, grasping her head, dragging her to me. “You could break my goddamn dick, Abigail. It still wouldn’t be wrong. Not with you.”
I placed a slow, hot kiss on her cheek, until the tension in her shoulders faded, and she melted back into me.
“But…” I said, lips still against her cheek, her jaw. “Maybe don’t aim for that.”
She laughed—that fucking laugh. Abigail laughing? I hadn’t heard that sound in years. When Abigail really and truly laughed, it was spectacular. Not the fake, rehearsed pretty laugh she gave the world. The real one. The one with the little snort. The one that made her cover her mouth in adorable embarrassment.
That more than anything had my heart pounding, my dick throbbing.
“Your pace,” I reminded her, voice a lot rockier than I’d expected.
She nodded. I was about to drag her to me for one last kiss, when she impaled herself, taking me to the hilt. A wicked gasp left her lips, nails biting into my chest. Every image I’d dreamed of her was blurry. This was technicolor.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned.
“What?” Her eyes grew. “What’s wrong?”
“You feel fucking amazing,” I managed.
She smiled, biting that lip again.
“The fuck happened to slow, Abs?” I asked.
“You said my pace…” Abigail trailed off, rolling her hips, testing me inside her, and I pressed the back of my head into the pillow.
Holy shit.
Head still back, I found her eyes. “You good?” She sucked in a breath, focused on my chest, pretty pouted lips sucking in breaths. I squeezed her thigh. “Talk to me, Abs.”
“I’m… perfect.” Her eyes lifted, finding mine on a smile. She twirled her hips again, grinding back and forth. Oh shit. I can’t remember the last time I felt like I was going to come this fast, but if she kept doing that fucking thing with her hips…
I dug my fingers into her flesh, keeping her still. “Wait,” I said, voice hoarse.
Her brow furrowed. “Is something wrong?”
I bit the corner of my lip on a smile. “Nah, sweet girl. You’re perfect.”
Too fucking perfect.
Abigail was a dream in the hazy, smoky light, hair a veil across her breasts. Maybe it would shatter in the morning. Maybe I’d wake up and it would all be gone, but right now I pushed her hair behind her ear, anchoring my hand, the other on her hip.
Her eyes found mine and the room disappeared, an irrevocable connection rooting itself deep inside. She looked at me with awe, with affection too close to something else, something deeper.
“Ride me, sweet girl,” I said.
“But…” I could see the worries, the fears spreading in the furrow of her brow like cracks in glass. “I’m not sure I know—” I pushed up inside her until all that came out of her lips was a perfect, beautiful sound. Not quite a gasp, not quite a moan.
“Do what feels good.” I thrust up again just to hear that sound again, until her nails dug deeper and she fell on me a little more.
Slowly, her insecurity faded as she lost herself in pleasure.
I learned her rhythm. She liked it deep and gasped every time I pushed deeper, closer to the limit. Each inhale had me wanting to slam harder.
Later.
I slid my hands up her thighs, up her rib cage and her breasts, before spanning my palm along her neck and sliding my thumb into her open, gasping mouth.
“I should give it to you hard,” I growled. “I should fuck this pussy until you can’t walk. Until you learn to listen.”
She clenched with each rough word and that, almost as much as her bottom teeth biting into my thumb, her hot breath fanning the skin, fueled me—knowing how much she loved it.
“You’d like that too much, wouldn’t you?”
Her head fell back on a sigh, clenching so fucking tight around my dick. I knew she was on the edge, and I nearly fell right off.
“Look at me, Abigail.” I gave a gentle squeeze to her neck. She sucked in a breath at the pressure, eyes dropping to mine. “Yeah, sweet girl, like that.”
I gave another deep thrust, free hand finding her clit. She sucked in a sharp gasp and reached out blindly, gripping my jaw, thumb disappearing into my mouth.
“I think I’m…” As she hit her peak, her eyes glazed over.
I pulled her to me in a violent tangle of lips and limbs, consuming her gasps and sighs as she fell apart around me. She cried my name into my mouth and it dripped like whiskey into my gut, warm and empowering. The taste of Abigail Crowne’s utter and complete vulnerability, a secret flavor no one had ever known, ignited a possessive need.
A protective urge.
I held her tighter, even as her nails dug into my shoulder, even as she bit my lip bloody. I would carry the marks proudly, the scars of a secret only I know.
Only I would ever know.
My sweet girl was a meteor shower when she came, a blinding, life-changing, divine experience.
When Abigail came back down to earth, she smiled. Fucking smiled. Her nose crinkled with it and I saw a little bit of her pink gums.
I rubbed her smile with my thumb. “Look at that smile.”
She buried her face in my chest, and I laughed, stroking her hair. “Fuck, I like this side of you. If I’d known all this time I could’ve been fucking the sweet into you…”
I memorized her with my touch. From the slope of her shoulder, down her spine, to the bone at her ass, over the curves of her ass and back up again to her hair. I hadn’t stopped touching her, learning her. She has a small birthmark on her ass, and her goose bumps were small, like her.
Part of me knew it was because I didn’t know the moment this would end.
Abigail lifted her head, and I kept my fingers in her hair. Her own found mine, running through the strands.
A wrinkle formed on her brow. I rubbed it with my thumb. “That’s not the face you should have right now.”
“I’m worried you’re going to go away,” she admitted, voice too dark, too serious. “I’m worried all of this is going to disappear.”
I dropped my thumb from her brow, trailing my knuckles along her cheek, and joked, “Worried you’re going to lose your dog?”
The wrinkle deepened. “Yes.”
I paused.
I realized just how fucking much I’d been vulnerable. Instinct had me itching to get up and leave, but her eyes were open and watching me with so much affection it anchored me. I wanted to know everything in her head that made her look at me like that. I never wanted her to stop running her fingers through my fucking hair.
“What are you thinking?” she whispered.
I traced her lips, from corner to center. “All the dirty words your pretty lips are going to say.”
A shaky smile speared her lips, and she lay on my chest. “I like this side of you too,” she whispered.
I don’t know how long we were like that, her on my chest, me stroking her hair. It was an intimacy I’d never known.
“Spoiled rotten Abigail Crowne has a sweet pussy,” I mused, her silky brown strands of hair falling through my fingers.
By the way she stiffened, I could tell she wasn’t sure if she’d heard me correctly. I should’ve probably let her rest, but shit, she did have the sweetest pussy, and I never came. I was still hard.
I lowered my lips to her ear, dropping my voice. “You have the sweetest pussy, Abigail. Makes putting up with all your bullshit almost worth it.”
Her swallow was audible, and to me, that was a fucking invitation. I fisted her hair, pulling her head to the side, exposing her neck
.
“Admit it.” I licked a trail along the muscle of her creamy throat, back up to her ear. “Tell me all about your sweet pussy, Abigail Crowne.”
“I-I…” Abigail stuttered in a way I was growing addicted to.
With my free hand, I thrust two fingers up inside her, before removing them in the same breath and shoving them into her mouth.
Gagging her.
She swallowed my fingers eagerly. Her nails dug into my shoulder, her other hand anchored on my hip. Having Abigail splayed and twisted across my chest as she earnestly deep throated my fingers ignited the possessiveness that had sparked earlier. It emboldened it, engraved it, fucking wrote it in blood.
She was mine.
“Fuck, I’m so hard watching you taste your pussy. You get me so hard, Abs.” I took her hand from my hip, dragging it, making her palm my still hard cock. “You come on this cock. Your hot, wet, sweet pussy only comes on this.”
She nodded through my fingers gagging her throat, somehow also blushing.
That was a sight.
I slowly withdrew from her mouth and saliva dripped from her full bottom lip. I brushed it away with my thumb, her lips still parted. She watched me, transfixed.
“I have a sweet pussy,” she whispered with a smile. That smile got me almost as much as the dirty words coming from it.
“Yeah.” I crushed my lips against hers, bruising and hard. “You do.”
I pulled her across me until her small frame was back atop mine. There was no better feeling in this world than Abigail’s soft body pressing into my hard one.
Nah, strike that, her pussy clenching around my dick topped it.
Suddenly she pulled away and sat up, thighs spread on either side of my hips.
Fuck. Would I ever get used to a naked Abigail Crowne? I don’t even think she realized the effect she had on me.
“Did you… you know…” She chewed her bottom lip. “I did…but did you?”
Yeah.
I really like this side.
“Did I what?” I flipped her over and hoisted one thigh over my hip so I could grind my still hard dick against her pussy. “Did I come?”
Abigail inhaled a melodic gasp that went straight to my cock, arching her back. I was learning the differences, what sharp inhales meant versus the ones she’d just made. How much to push, how much to let her take the lead, or when she needed direction.
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