by J. L. Beck
“I want to be slow with you. Take my time, let you get to know me, but I can’t. It doesn’t matter if we know each other, not when the connection between us is as strong as it is. I can feel you in my soul, feel your pain, your pleasure. You can feel it too, can’t you? This connection between us?”
“Yes.” I nod, “But… I’m scared. You’re so big.”
“I know, I’m a little worried too, but I swear, I’ll be very careful with you. I’ll go slow and make sure I don’t hurt you. Do you trust me?”
I nod my head without thinking and only then do I realize that I do trust him not to hurt me, at least not on purpose.
“Good.” He smirks, and my stomach does a flip.
We drive the rest of the way in silence, but the tension in the car has every hair on my body raised. My skin tingles all over, and I feel like my blood runs a few degrees hotter than normal. Overall, I just feel… alive, excited like I am on a high.
When we pull up to his enormous house, those feelings are only intensified, and I think my heart might explode soon. He helps me out of the car, his touch so gentle, and that calms me down a little.
Taking my small hand in his large one, he walks me inside. The first thing I notice is that the house is unusually quiet.
“Where is everybody?”
“I gave the staff this weekend off. I want you all to myself.”
Eagerly, he leads me to his bedroom. I can barely keep up with his long strides, and as soon as he notices, he bends down and picks me up. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on to him like my life depends on it.
“I’m not going to let you fall.”
“I know,” I whisper, but still cling to him just because I want to. Being close to him, holding him like this, makes me feel safe, a feeling that has been absent from my life for way too long.
By the time we get to his bedroom, I’m not afraid anymore. A calmness I’ve never felt before washes over me as he places me on his bed. Through hooded eyes, I peek up at him. He looks like a mountain of muscle, a mountain that is about to come down on top of me, threatening to bury me under an avalanche of pleasure, and still, I’m not scared.
“You are so beautiful,” he tells me as his eyes rake over every inch of my body. Even with the clothes I’m wearing, I feel naked and exposed, and I like it. My inner muscles clench around nothing, just thinking about what we are about to do.
Watching him undress, I take in every ridge of his muscular chest and every dip on his six-pack abs. When he pulls down his boxers and his cock springs free, I gasp. It’s massive, and the head is an angry purple. It’s so hard, it’s pointing up to his navel. A sliver of fear slides down my spine and into my belly.
“I’m gonna make you come before he comes anywhere near you. I’ll make sure you’re wet and relaxed first. Begging for me to come inside of you.” His gaze lowers to between my legs, and I can’t help but squirm, remembering the last time he made me come with his tongue and fingers. “You remember how good I made you feel last time, don’t you, with my tongue licking your little pussy?”
Nodding, I feel myself growing wetter for him, my entire body pulsing with need. Lifting my hips, I slip my fingers into the waistband of my shorts and pull them down my legs. Miles’s eyes follow my movements, and when I reach my calves, he helps, pulling them the rest of the way off. He licks his lips, salivating like a man who is awaiting his last meal.
My arousal coats my pussy lips as well as the insides of my thighs. My cheeks flame as I stare up at him. “I… I want you to…”
He grins already knowing what I’m going to say. Without an ounce of hesitation, he dives between my legs, his fingers digging into my thighs as he parts me far enough to fit his broad shoulders between my legs. Once spread, he slips his hands down to my ass, cupping each cheek before lifting me to his face.
He gives me one long generous lick, and that’s all it takes for me to start moaning his name. “Miles…” I mewl into the air and place a hand against his head, never wanting him to leave. Pleased, he growls against my folds and starts to feast, rubbing against my clit while he fucks me with his tongue, slow and leisurely.
“Ohhhh…” Pleasure builds deep in my belly, and warmth radiates down my spine and into my limbs. This feels different, deeper, and I’m not sure how. Miles works me to the edge of existence, his lips tugging at my clit, sucking every drop of arousal out of me.
“Come for me. I want to feel your tight little pussy try and push me out,” he growls against my mound, the rumble of his deep voice pulses through me and I shatter into a million pieces, all of which go in a million different directions.
My lids fall closed, and I tremble against the sheets. I don’t get a chance to come down from my high though. Miles gently eases a finger into my channel, pumping in and out of me until I’m gasping, my back bowing off the mattress.
“I… I can’t…” I whimper, feeling as if I’m going to break in two, the pleasure so consuming it could swallow me whole.
“You will… you’re going to come all over my hand before I stretch you with my cock. Now, be a good little girl and come for me, show me how bad you want me to fuck you. Show me…” Miles orders gruffly, and it’s like he has some type of pull on my body, like he knows me better than I know myself.
Adding a second finger, he pumps faster and faster, stretching me, filling me, adding a bite of pain to the mix and it’s enough to send me over the edge.
“Ohhh…” I cry and bite at my hand as I place it over my mouth to stop the scream from escaping, but all it does is muffle it as he slingshots me into the dark. Goosebumps zing across my skin, and my nipples harden to the point of pain as every function of my body ceases to exist in that moment.
I’m vaguely aware of Miles’s fingers easing out of me, his huge frame moving above mine. When I finally open my eyes, I see him hovering above me, his eyes the color of melted chocolate, his features brimming with frustration and need.
His body shakes as he spreads me wider and takes his cock into his hand, giving it a few shallow pumps. I’m mesmerized by the movement and watch with bated breath as he brings it to my entrance.
Looking up at me, he grunts, “I don’t want to hurt you. You’re so fucking small, and I’m… a beast. I don’t want to scare you, but all I want to do is sink deep inside you, fuck you until my cock is smeared with your virginity.”
Lifting a hand, I place it against his cheek. His skin is rough and warm, and he feels like home. Like being in his arms is where I belong.
“You won’t hurt me… I trust you,” I whisper.
“Maybe you shouldn’t, sweets, you really shouldn’t, but there isn’t anyone else I’d ever let have you, so you’re stuck with me. Mine. All-fucking-mine.” The way the word mine rolls off his tongue tells me he isn’t lying. I am his, but is he mine?
Pressing his groin into my center, I feel his cock head brush against my wet folds, the question disappearing from my mind. Something inside my chest tightens as he slips down to my entrance, he eases into me, my channel fighting against him as he pushes forward.
My virginity is no match against a man as big as Miles, and without much effort, my pussy gives way, stretching around his thick member. My muscles burn as he stretches me, driving his hips forward. Whimpering, I force myself to breathe as I feel him press against my virgin barrier.
“You’re so tight and perfect just as I knew you’d be,” he hisses, pausing for a moment inside of me. He cups me by the cheek and kisses me deeply, his tongue swirling around mine, distracting me from the pain.
When he finally breaks the kiss, I’m panting, my pussy clenching around him, my nipples pebbled against my thin T-shirt. His gaze slides down my chest, and when he sees the hardened nub, he sucks on it through the fabric.
“I want to fuck you deeply, fuck you until all you feel is my cock for weeks, but I can’t. I have to be gentle with you. I have to care for you. You aren’t just anyone to me, you’re my all, my everything.” Pulli
ng out to the tip, he pushes back in, the pain has lessened tremendously, but still, he’s so big, and I feel so full, I doubt I’ll get any pleasure from this.
Miles seems determined to prove me wrong, he presses a thumb against my clit as he moves in and out of me. His movements are slow and precise, and soon I’m drenched, my sex pulsing with a need that rivals anything I’ve ever felt before. My heart swells inside my chest as our gazes clash. The pressure inside of me builds and builds, and still, he fucks me at the same speed, giving me just enough to keep me coming back for more.
His hot breath fans against my cheeks, and I watch as sweat beads his brow, his muscles are tight, his body rigid, and I know he’s holding back, but I don’t want him to. I want him to take me, own me, possess me.
“More,” I lift my hips beckoning him forward, begging for him to take me deeper.
“Can’t,” he grunts, shaking his head, his eyes fall closed, and I know he’s grappling for control.
“Please,” I beg, wanting, no, needing him buried to the hilt.
“Rose…” it sounds as if he’s in pain, and I know if I want him to do this, I’ll have to force him. Lifting my hips at the same time, he pushes forward, the movement causes him to enter me deeper, pleasure pools deep in my gut at the feeling.
“Again,” I urge, wrapping my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass.
“I don’t want to hurt you. If I lose control, I could fuck you until you’re nothing more than a bloody mess against the sheets,” he grits but continues to hit that spot just a little deeper inside of me. A few more thrusts and butterflies are taking flight in my belly. Miles grips me with bruising force as he drives in and out, in and out, until we’re both falling apart.
Clenching around his length, I let the orgasm rip through me, destroying all my fears and worries. Miles explodes inside of me a few moments later, a slew of curses follow behind him as his chest rises and falls, pleasure filling his features. He holds himself up with one arm, keeping his weight off my body as his cock jerks inside of me, jets of hot semen fill my channel.
“Your pussy is so tight and small, it’s pushing my come out and down my cock,” Miles grumbles as he presses his face into the crook of my neck. “I want to mark you, but you can’t take all of me. I am just too big, too much for your tiny body.”
“You’re perfect,” I murmur, threading my fingers through his sweaty hair. A dull ache has formed between my legs, but it’s nothing I’d have ever expected it to be. Sex with Miles is indescribable.
Lifting his head, his eyes bleed into mine, “No, Rose, you’re perfect. I am a sinner, unworthy of someone like you, but you’re mine, and I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me. Only I will fuck you, taste your pussy, and show you pleasure. Only I will give you what your body craves and needs.”
Not that I understand what I’m feeling yet, but I agree with him. He saved me, and no one else is going to care for me as he has. “Yes… only yours, always yours,” I whisper against his clammy skin.
9
Miles
I’d had sex with many women in my life, but nothing measured up to what sex was like with Rose. I’d never felt so much passion or been so consumed with the need to care for the other person. For the last six hours, I’d watched her sleep. Her body tucked into mine, her cheek plastered to my chest. It took every morsel of control I had not to fuck her straight into the mattress again after coming inside of her last night.
The need to take from her, again and again, was all-consuming, like a raging beast that beat against my chest, begging to be set free. But I couldn’t, wouldn’t take from her. Remembering how she barely took my cock inside of her tight body made me shudder. I wanted her to take all of me but knew it would take patience, one thing I had never had to deal with before. Nothing is like I expected it to be with Rose.
Looking down at her naked body, I know I have to get out of this bed before I do something I may very well regret. Slowly, I untangle our limbs, listening as Rose mumbles incoherent words against the sheet. Slipping out of bed, I do my best to pad across the floor quietly, but when you’re as huge as I am, nothing is quiet.
The ache in my balls makes it hard for me to walk, and with my massive cock harder than stone, it might as well be a sword that I use to kill since it won’t be sinking inside Rose’s tight channel for some time.
Closing the bathroom door, I flick the light on and head for the shower. I turn the water all the way to hot, and then step beneath the spray. If I plan to get any fucking work done today, I’m going to have to use my hand and beat myself off because there won’t be finding any whores to fuck, not after what I did with Rose last night.
She is it for me, and as soon as I get my urges under control, all will be well between us. It’s controlling myself and being gentle that terrifies me the most.
Taking my cock into my hand, I squeeze the organ, a hiss expelling past my teeth.
“Fuck,” I whisper as I lean forward and rest my forearm against the tile. I stroke my cock hard and fast, remembering how good and tight I fit inside Rose. Fuck, I wish I was fucking her right now, instead of my hand.
My balls ache, begging for release as I pump faster and faster until pleasure and pain blend together. Thrusting my hips forward, I tighten my hold, squeezing tighter as I picture my hand as Rose’s snug little pussy.
So tight and warm.
Clenching my jaw so tightly I feel my molars crack, I explode, my cock jerking as ropes of sticky white come hit the wall and drip down the tile. All I can do is stand there, my chest heaving, and my heart racing as exhaustion overcomes me. Sleep isn’t an option right now, not when I have to meet up with Nick.
Releasing my cock, it falls limply against my thigh. Slowly, my breathing returns to a normal rate, and I finish showering before turning the water off and stepping out. I dry with one of the fluffy towels hanging from the rack.
When I’m done, I toss it to the floor and walk back out into the bedroom, stark-ass naked. Rose is still in my bed, our bed, sleeping, her head tipped back, her lips parted. Even asleep with her hair going in every direction, she is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Of course, my cock decides to stir to life, and I’m forced to put my clothes on and grab my stuff before I’m tempted to crawl back into bed and between her legs.
I press a soft kiss against her forehead before I walk out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me. Descending the stairs, I spot Daniel, one of my men, walking toward the kitchen. He is still young and in training, but someday he will be a great collector.
Clamping a hand on his shoulder, I stop him dead in his tracks. He twists around to face me, a scowl on his face, which drops as soon as he realizes who it is that’s stopped him.
“Rose is upstairs in my bedroom. Do not let anyone go in the room, and do not let her leave the house. If something happens, call me asap.”
“Of course, sir,” he gulps.
“This goes without warning, but if you hurt her, lay a single hand on her, I will kill you.” I don’t even have to think about the threat. I’ll do whatever I have to, to protect her.
Daniel’s eyes bulge out of his head, but he nods, nonetheless. I give his shoulder a tight squeeze and then release him. No point in scaring him further, he’ll spread the word to the rest of my men and if anything happens, which it shouldn’t, but if it does, he’ll call me.
“Make sure she’s got breakfast too,” I tell him heading out the front door. Guilt gnaws at my insides, but there isn’t anything I can do about it. If I stay upstairs with Rose, I’ll ravage her alive. Take and take until there’s nothing left to take. I want her badly, and I’m consumed with need, consumed with want.
We need space, at least for her. It won’t be good if I’m tempted to take her again so soon, especially after having her for the first time last night.
Pushing the guilt away, I walk out of the house and straight to my SUV. My men will protect her with their lives. Without looking back, I pull
out of the driveway and head to the strip club to handle business.
When I arrive at the club, Nick is waiting in my office, sitting back on the leather couch, his feet up and resting against the table. I shove them off the table and shake my head.
“You’re late, boss, and I’m tired, so I was taking a little nap,” Nick tells me.
I snort, “Napping on the job, you think this is a daycare or something?”
He shrugs and sits up, stretching his arms over his head, “If you’re done complaining, maybe I can give you the dirt I found on her family and Drake?” I shove down into my chair and sigh. I’ve been waiting to hear about Drake, and Rose’s pathetic foster parents since she told me about what happened to her. I promised that they would all pay, and I have every intention of making sure they do.
“Well, pull the cock out of your mouth and tell me.” I grin.
“You’re an asshole…” he shakes his head, “I shouldn’t even tell you if you’re going to be a dick.”
“Tell me, or I’ll find someone else to do your job.” Nick blinks slowly, and I continue, “Friends or not, that girl means the fucking world to me, and if I can avenge her and make certain she doesn’t suffer anymore, or that her pathetic foster parents never talk to her again, then I will. You can either help, or I can find someone else, what’s it going to be?”
His features go from shocked to serious in about a second, and yes, I know I’ve given my feelings about Rose away, but it was bound to happen one way or another.
“The foster parents needed money, apparently, caring for kids doesn’t pay much, and it seems like that’s the only reason they foster at all. They had planned to sell Rose to Tony, but when he never showed for the meeting, Drake became their only option. He took her, gave her to you, but because he didn’t sell her, the family got no money. Apparently, Tony just made a payment to your girl’s family, telling them that he would find her and that the deal was still good.”
