by ChaShiree M.
“I love Chinese food. I hope this T-shirt is ok. It was all I could find without going through your things.”
“Mmmmm… baby, you have no idea. It is more than ok seeing you in my shirt. Knowing that your beautiful pink breasts are bare underneath. Your nipples even now are hard and pointing straight at me. Begging me to take them and make them mine. No little Cinn. It’s more than ok.”
“Brad.” I groan leaning up against the door frame. My body calls to him from across the room as his dirty words make me more and more wet for him. The more time I spend with him tonight, the more I am sure I am going to go to bed with him. Also, the less I am starting to say, ‘What the hell’.
“Come on sexy. Let’s go feed you. With the looks you keep giving me, you’re going to need your strength.” He has no idea. I realize, he doesn’t know I am virgin. Crap. Will that make me less desirable? More desirable? I want to turn and run to the bedroom, so I can call Lily or Dahl, but then I would look more of a dork. So, I take a deep breath, while his back is to me and decide to go big or go home.
I remove the shirt and stand on the wall where I am letting the courage seep into me as I wait for him to turn around. I have been waiting for my chance with this man for over a year, and damn it I am not going to sabotage this with doubt and self-esteem issues. I am so in my head and trying to not flee the room in my nudity, that I miss the fact he has turned around until I hear the words.
“Fuck, Cinnamon. You have no idea what you have done.”
I COULD NEVER HAVE ASKED for a better misfortune than for her to have spilled her drink and to end up my house. Even if we didn’t end up having sex, it was enough to have her in my space. Knowing she is in my home and wearing my things makes my cock harder than wrought iron. So, turning around and finding her nude, except for some skimpy thongs has me on the border line turning into a rabid dog.
“Fuck Cinnamon. You have no idea what you have done. I was planning on giving you time. To get use to the idea of us for the rest of your life. But, shit baby. You just pushed me too far. Not in my dreams have you looked this fucking decadent and delicious. Your tits babe. I mean. Holy hell.”
Rubbing my hands down my face I try to take a second, before she sends me back to second grade where I sported glasses and a stutter. Not fucking attractive as a grown man, but she makes me want to cry like a little boy. She is all 36 flavors of Baskin Robbins rolled into one. Getting myself together, I silently thank my father for making me takeover this ‘particular’ part of his agenda a year ago.
“Come here baby.” She looks scared for a second and my heart flutters at the thought of her worrying about anything. But, I refuse to give voice to the words in her head. She started this and I am going to finish it.
“Come on little Cinn. You took the first step already, baby. It only gets better from here. Now. Come. Here.” I don’t mean to be so rough, but she has me on edge like never before and I am going to blow my shit if I don’t get inside her soon. Plus, I don’t want her thinking too much.
When she makes her way to me, I waste no time pulling her into my arms and kissing her with everything I have in me. I want this kiss to tell her everything she needs to know. That she is sexy, beautiful, and fucking everything any man should want. I want it to say, though any man would be lucky to have you, I am the one who got you. I want it to say your safe, cherished, and above all, I want it to say, your MINE.
Sweeping my tongue into her mouth, I take a second to savor the flavor that is all her. She tastes like champagne, strawberries, and innocence. That is a heady combination. Especially, when I can feel her hard nipples rubbing against my chest, through my t-shirt. Moaning into her mouth I grab her ass and lift her into my arms, so her legs wrap around my waist. Gone is any thought of food or anything really, but the feel of my woman in my arms grinding her wet hot pussy on my rock-hard cock.
Not wanting to stop the mouth fucking I am giving her, I walk her up the stairs to my room with our mouths still fused together. As soon as I hit the room, I kick the door open and force myself to set her down. I don’t want to remove any part of my body from hers. Not even my hands. But, I need to do this. The biggest move needs to be done by her, so there can be no doubt for either of us how much she wants this.
I take a step back, drop the pajama pants I have on and sit on the bed. Leaning against the headboard, I grab my dick and begin a slow stroke. Both, giving her a show and a real hard look at what is about to obliterate her tight fucking pussy. And giving myself a chance to calm down, so I don’t cum like a fucking teenager.
Licking my lips and looking her up and down, I arch my eyebrow letting her know the next move is hers. Little does she know, I will wait for however long it takes. But, now would be really fucking good. I refuse to speak and say anything. I don’t want to sway her in any way, giving her a reason to blame me later and find a reason to walk away.
After what seems like forever, she walks to me ever so slowly and stands there. I hear her faint question. “Now what?”
“My little Cinn, now that you have shown me you really want this, I am going to take what you are offering. But, first I need to be clear. You have been mine from the moment I saw you. However, once this happens and I claim every inch of you baby, there is no going back. You will be my woman. To protect, cherish, and fuck as I please.” Slowly, I stand next to her and take a second to admire how soft and radiant her skin is. I rub my hands up and down her arms taking note of how nervous she is but aroused as well. When my hands reach her neck, I put my thumb right over her pulse as I wrap the rest of my hand around her neck and the other around her waist.
When I pull her in closer to me and she licks her lips in anticipation of what I am going to do to her, game over. Slamming my mouth onto hers I turn us, so she is backed into the bed and lower her down. I am surprised that in my ravenous state, I find the inertia to not drop her on the bed and toppling on top of her in the process. Breaking from the kiss, I make sure to let her know what she means to me. Not through words. No. That would never do. Through touch. I kiss both her eyelids multiple times and all over her face.
Making my way back down I stop at her lips, because now that I have tasted her even this little amount there is not a part of her, every hour of every day that I am not going to have in my mouth. When her mouth is red and swollen from my demanding kiss, I move down to her neck and latch my teeth onto her. Listening, while her moans grow louder. I know I have learned something new.
“Brad.”
She moans as I continue to bite and suck on her neck. Things like hickeys never really appealed to me. But, I find ever since I have met her, I have wanted my mark on her. Any and everywhere I can put it to show the world she is taken. She is MINE.
When I am satisfied with the redness and visibility of my claim, I move on to her breasts. Not too big, but ‘definitely’ more than a few handfuls and I have been imagining my children getting their nutrients from her bountifulness. My turn will be when they are asleep, sucking and licking at her sweet cream as it slides down her nipples towards the underside of her tit, quenching the thirst only her life’s cream could quench. The tips slightly darker then the finest caramels due to her Latin heritage.
Bending down I kiss the tips just to have them near my mouth. She pushes her chest further in my face and giving me the green light. Licking one tip as I pinch and pull the other, the growl that leaves me cannot be stopped. She tastes like pure sugar cane.
“Fuck babe. What you got on your tits? They taste like the dessert after the dessert.”
“Mmmm… strawberry body butter. Lily made it. Just something we are trying out. More Brad, I feel so hot.” She says, grabbing my head pushing my face further into her tits. When I pull back with an obscene ‘pop’ and am satisfied with how swollen and distended it is, I move over to the other one and do the same thing.
She writhes and squirms beneath me and I can no longer resist the call of her pussy. Taking my not busy hand, I slide it down her panties and the fucking
well of moisture I feel already leaking out of her, makes the beast in me wake up. Slipping my fingers through her slick bare lips, I rub her tiny little nub. I want her to be ready for me. I am nine and a half inches of pure girth and if she is a virgin like I think she is, I will murder her tiny little snatch.
“Oh, fuck Bradley. Yes. Touch me right there.”
“You like that baby? You want me to make you feel good? Make your body sing for me sweet Cinn?”
“You can make me feel better than this? Holy fuck!!!”
“Oh, little Cinn. You haven’t felt nothing yet.”
I slide my finger further down and suddenly my finger is encased in the hottest wettest pussy I have ever felt. Holy shit!!! She is so tight, I have a moment of doubt that I will fit. A slight twinge of fear guilt and concern. It is quickly replaced by the knowledge that no matter what, we are meant to be.
I slide my finger in and out noting her skin becoming more and more flushed and wet with perspiration. She begins thrusting her pussy trying to get me further into her and it is one of the single most erotic visions of my life. I add another finger making sure to look at her face for any sign of discomfort or pain, but all I see is her heaving sweaty chest and her hard-erect nipples still swollen from all my attention. The hunger within me is demanding I take and conquer right now. But the part of that is here for her, is telling me to make sure she is ready for me.
Under the illusion that I am in control over the situation and myself, that I can finally put my mouth on her sweet innocence, little Cinn blows it all to shit.
“Oh, fuck Bradley. Fuck me. I need to feel you inside me. please…please… I need you.” How the fuck am I supposed to say no to that.
“Baby girl. I want nothing more than to fuck you. And I am going to. But, I would be less of the man I will always be to you if I didn’t make sure you were ready for me.”
With that, I make my way down and I almost fucking cry. Her pussy is a fucking thing of beauty. It is covered in her juices with her clit playing peek-a-boo. Shades of pink glistening and winking at me as I stare at the oasis after years in the desert. I lick my lips knowing she is going to make my mouth go numb with all that sweetness. I spread the lips that are hiding my nirvana and stare as her arousal drips down to her asshole. My cock stands at direct attention knowing someday soon I am going to claim that place as well. There will be no part of her body that I haven’t taken and made mine.
Putting my face directly in front of her pussy, I inhale her spicy floral scent and my fucking cock weeps between us. I take one long lick from her entrance to her clit and she yells a melody of want and desperation. It is music to my motherfucking ears. I do it again over and over knowing I am torturing her, and it gets me off more than she can ever know on how much control I have over her body right now.
“Brad, I can’ t. It’s too intense. Please.”
She begs me as she pushes with her hands but chases my tongue with her pussy. I finally impale her pussy with my tongue and fuck her with it, like I am going to with my cock. But I need her to get off first, so she is soaked and soft for my invasion.
“Brad… Brad…I… close… yes…no…oh God…oh God…”
Smack. I smack her pussy causing her to yelp and her pussy to contract. Hmmmm…Interesting. She liked that.
“What did I tell you? Whose name do you say baby?”
“Yours. Brad. Oh shit…oh sit…”
I reach my other finger up and squeeze her clit and she will go off like a fucking rocket.
“Yessssssssssssssssss……”
I continue to eat and finger her through her orgasm to keep her pussy pliant until she stops moving and I sense it has subsided. I place a kiss on her pussy lips one last time and make my way back up. When I reach her face, she looks radiant and blissfully satisfied. I always want to see that look on her face. The trust and utter innocence she’s conveying in her eyes makes me want to be the best man I could be and though I know I am a great man, I want to be even better for her.
Leaning in, I kiss her and sharing her taste with her. I want to make sure she knows I too am lost in the haze. Kissing her has its own effect on me. Her enthusiasm for this connection between us is intoxicating. I grab my cock and stroke it a few times before sitting it right at her entrance. Leaking and wet from all of the weeping it has been doing; I rub it up and down her slit making sure I hit her clit over and over, but never breaking our kiss. Every time I move it away a bit, she moans in my mouth and raises her hips.
Taking her direction, I slowly begin to slide in and I swear I black out for a second. She squeezes me so fucking tight, I think my cock is suffocating. I look down at her and for a second, I allow myself to think of what I am holding in my hands. Relishing the feel of her soft tanned skin in my hands and running my hands between her breasts. Looking into her eyes, as she comes back from the pain and finds her way to the sensation of being one with me. When she tests out the feeling and squeezes my cock with her pussy, my moment of silence and wonder is over.
“Holy fuck Cinnamon, baby. The tightest fucking pussy. God damn it. You feel so fucking good, baby. I’m trying so hard to go slow, but motherfucking… sonofabitch… I want to fuck the shit out of you.”
“Mmmmmm… yes baby. Fuck me. I don’t want gentle Brad. I just want you.” What the fuck is she doing to me.
I DON’T KNOW WHO THIS wanton hussy is that has taken over my body, but my need for him is outweighing any shyness and reserve. I have never felt this sort of electricity before. It is like being struck by lightning repeatedly. My heart though, my heart feels more than enough to know this is not a mistake. I still need to tell him.
“Brad its ok. Just do it.”
“I don’t want to hurt you. I can feel your cherry baby.”
“Just do it Brad. Just, fuck me please. I am burning up and I need you to make it better. Please just…ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” Suddenly without warning, he impales himself inside of me and the pain is intense. More so than I thought it would be, but as my mom used to say, ‘better to rip the band-aid off’.
“I’m sorry baby. I won’t move until you tell me I can. Shit. You are strangling the fuck out of my cock. This is going to be over faster than I would like, but I will make it up to you.” And just like that, with his concern for me, my pleasure, and pain, suddenly the pain doesn’t matter. I wiggle a little to test the filling of being so full.
“You can move now. It feels…full. Like a good full.” I squeeze my pussy and the hiss that he emits is empowering, and all I need to know is I also have some of the power. Apparently, that feels good to him.
“Shit. Don’t do that baby. Not if you don’t want me to blow before you have a chance to come.”
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I reach down and grab his ass, prompting him to go deeper. The dots dancing around in my head at the further depth he slides in, are amazing. I had no idea he still wasn’t all the way in. He leans away from me and looks into my eyes. His face expresses concern and something else I don’t want to read into right now. However, I am also enthralled by his intense gaze into my eyes. So much so, tears come to my eyes. I look away in embarrassment, but he turns my head back around and kisses my tears and licks them away.
Why is this also erotic? What is wrong with me? He grabs my face and simply says. “I feel it too baby. I feel it too.” As he kisses me, he begins to move in and out. The burning has more than subsided and in its place is a pleasure so intense, my skin is prickling and itchy. I find myself meeting him for every thrust, greedy for him to come back each time he withdraws.
“I had no idea it could be like this.” I confess to him.
“It is never like this baby. This, this is something different.”
“It feels so good. I can feel you everywhere. It’s like a dream.”
“Not a dream baby. I am all real and so is this.” He continues to move in and out, and I remember that he sucked my neck, bit me, and now I want to do the same to him. I bring my teeth int
o his shoulder and he loses it.
“Fuck. Cinnamon.” He begins to thrust in and out in a more rapid speed. The feeling increases and becomes more…everything. I moan louder than I mean too, but I could care less. He moves back and sits up, grabs my legs and pulls me into his lap rutting into me over, and over again.
“Ahhhh… yes…brad…just like that…yes…I love having you fill me…oh Brad…”
“Oh baby, I haven’t filled you yet. But I am. In just a little bit. I am going to fill this virgin pussy with my cum over and over again tonight, until your pregnant with my baby. Oh, yea my Cinn, I’m going to breed you baby. Then I am going to marry you and breed you over, and over again for the rest of our lives. Now give it to me. CUM!!” How in the hell is the idea of making a baby with him so fucking hot and sending me straight into ecstasy?
“Yes Brad. Yes. I’m cumming. Oh shit. I’m cumming…ugh… you’re so deep…ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh” I come apart in the most glorious array of light and air surrounding me. Then I hear his shout of release as he continues to impale me on and off him. I can feel his sticky hot cum filling me up and his words play over and over in my head. I find myself allowing my hands to move to my stomach as I ponder the future although impossible.
He pulls out of me and falls to his back. Grabbing me around the waist and pulling me into him; wrapping me in a warm safe cocoon and it feels divine. I have no idea how long I lie there, but when I hear the steady in and out of his breathing I know he has fallen asleep. Suddenly without his kisses on my neck and whispering in my ear how much this meant to him and how beautiful I am, I can feel the panic set in.
What the hell am I doing? I let him cum inside me with no protection and… oh man…I am on birth control, but there are things such as disease to be worried about. I know he said he was trying to get me pregnant, but men say things during sex, right? I mean, I cannot hold him to it. Can I? Oh no. I am going to be sick. I Keep replaying over and over everything I said to him, while in the throes of passion and I feel even worse. I mean I cursed a lot. I never curse. Unless, I am ‘really’ ‘really’ angry, and it is usually a word like damn or hell. But apparently, I curse when being fucked by Bradley O’Donnell.