A Real Man: Volume Two

by Snow, Jenika

  I reached down and took hold of my cock once more, stroked the fucker again and again, and heard this growl leave me on its own. “I want my cock in you, want to stretch you, see your virgin blood cover my dick,” I said crudely. My balls were drawn up and ready to explode, ready to fill her with cum. I groaned out loud from that thought and image. “I want to pop your cherry, make it mine.”

  “Lachlan, I need you.”

  “And you’ll get more than you can handle.”

  “Oh God,” she cried out.

  I grabbed the cheeks of her ass, squeezing the mounds, making her moan. I gripped a chunk of her hair, and pulled her head back, exposing her throat. I leaned forward and ran my tongue along it, loving the sweet flavor of her.

  I didn’t want to let her go. Not ever.

  “I need you in my bed, need you spread for me, ready for me.” And then I had her in there, right where I wanted her.

  Once The door was closed she obeyed right away, was on the mattress, her legs slightly spread, her pussy peeking out, and her wetness glistening.

  My arousal for her had been building from the moment I saw her, from the very second I knew I wanted her as mine. And even though I wanted this to go on all night, I also knew that I couldn’t last.

  “Spread wider for me, Layla. I want to see how wet that virgin cunt is for me. I want to see what I’ll be devouring tonight.” When she spread those pretty, creamy thighs for me, I groaned, my mouth watered, and my cock jerked. She was so fucking soaked for me.

  “Touch yourself for me, Lachlan.”

  The air left me on a whoosh at her command. She was being dirty as well. Fuck, I loved it. I started stroking myself from root to tip, my balls swinging slightly beneath my length from my motions. My bicep clenched from how strung tight my muscles were. Here I was jerking off while she touched herself. And it was hot as hell.

  Her pussy was this pretty pink color, her clit nice and swollen for me.

  I ran my palm over the tip of my dick, smearing the pre-cum around, getting my dick nice and lubed up for what was to come. I didn’t care if jerking off in front of her was amateurish. She liked looking at me doing it, and I fucking loved her watching.

  Her body shook, maybe from her nerves, maybe because she was just too damn worked up. Either way she wouldn’t deny me.

  “Put your hand between your thighs and touch yourself. Let me see—watch—as you work yourself over for my viewing pleasure.” I grabbed my cock, stroking that fucker like my life depended on it. “Rub that engorged little clit of yours, show me how good you can make yourself feel.” My focus was right between her thighs.

  She took in a stuttering breath, her body mine now for the taking, her need as strong as my own. The scent of her filled my head. And when I watched her do what I said, I knew there was no going back.

  Not now, not ever.

  7

  Layla

  He wanted to watch me touch myself, to watch me play with myself. And I wanted to show it all to him, even though I was nervous. I was so aroused, too, so damn excited, anticipating this, needing this like I needed to breathe.

  “Spread your legs wider; let me see all of you.”

  I felt my heart beat faster. It seemed like it would burst through my ribs. I parted my legs even wider, showing him the part of me no other person had seen.

  I couldn’t help but stare at him, watch as he touched himself, stroked himself for my viewing pleasure. I was so wet, my inner muscles clenching hard, needing that substance only he could give me. The long, thick length of him was impressive, if albeit a bit frightening. He was huge.

  “Go on. Do it.”

  I slipped my hand down my belly and ran my finger along my clit, teasing the bud, gasping at the sensitivity I felt. I rubbed my clit harder, and a moan left me at the pleasure that consumed me.

  “So fucking hot, Layla.” He beat off faster, running his hand up and down his shaft it was almost a blur.

  My pussy was so slick. He used the pre-cum that dotted the tip of his dick to lube his shaft, to make his stroking easier.

  “Does it feel good, baby?”

  I nodded, my throat tight, my mouth too dry to speak.

  “Go on, rub that clit faster; come for me.”

  I moved my finger to my clit and rubbed the bud faster. I couldn’t help but arch my back, my breasts thrusting out, my nipples getting harder. A gasp left me as the pleasure slammed into me.

  For long minutes all we did was watch each other jerk off, the pleasure mounting between us, the air in the room growing hotter, thicker. Before I knew what he was doing, he was in front of me, his hands on my knees, parting my legs.

  He ran his finger over the tip of his dick, gathered the cum on the digit and brought it to my mouth. He shoved the pad between my lips, forcing me to taste him. He didn’t need to tell me what he wanted me to do.

  I ran my tongue along his thumb, lapping at the saltiness that covered the pad. He was manly, clean and fresh. He tasted like he was all for me. I got even wetter.

  He made me lick every last drop of cum from the digit. He stared right into my eyes the whole time.

  “You like how I taste?”

  I nodded, unable to speak.

  “As much as I like teasing you, I need to be in you.” He smoothed his thumb along my bottom lip for just a second. “I hope you’re ready, because there’s no stopping you from being mine.”

  As much as I enjoyed this foreplay, I needed Lachlan inside of me.

  He used his massive chest to push me back on the mattress, the scent of him wafting around me, making me feel drunk. I loved the masculine, woodsy scent of him.

  I wanted to touch him, to run my hands over his hard body, take in the definition. Instead I lifted my hand and ran my fingers along his cheek, the scruff slightly abrasive. His gaze was focused on me, his arousal matching mine.

  “I’m going to be your first.” He cupped the side of my face, his palm slightly calloused … like a real man. He touched me like he owned me, like he’d possess every single inch of my body and then some. “So perfect,” he seemed to say to himself as he looked his fill of me.

  “You’re going to be my only,” I found myself saying, needing to get the words out, needing him to know how much I meant them.

  He cupped my chin in his big hand, stared into my eyes, and for a second time stood still. “I’ve been in love with you from the moment I saw you.” My breath caught, and I felt him smooth his thumb over my cheek. “I’ll be your one and only. I’ll be the man who takes care of you, the man who shows you what being worshipped, loved in every sense of the word, means.”

  He slipped his hand right between my legs, over my pussy. “I own this. I’ll always own this.” He added a bit of pressure. “You’ll soon realize that because you’re mine, no other man will have you. No other fucker will look at you, think about you, hell, assume they can talk to you.”

  I wanted to agree with him, but the words stuck in my throat, the pleasure and pressure he gave me between my thighs too much to even handle.

  He ran his finger up my slit and leaned in, his lips right by mine. “And one day I’ll fill you up with my cum, make you big with my baby, make us a family.”

  I should have been stunned but his words, at the severity—certainty—in which he said them. But they turned me on, and made me fall in love with this man even more.

  He started slowly grinding his dick against me, my body heat increasing, my pussy getting wetter. “Beg me for it all. All of it.”

  “I want everything you can give me. I want it all.” I stared right in his eyes, showing him I meant every damn word. He tilted my head to the side and started sucking at the base of my throat, having shivers race up my arms and legs. I knew without a doubt I could come from this alone.

  “You’re so gorgeous. I don’t know how I got so fucking lucky.”

  “Kiss me.” I didn’t care if I sounded like I was begging. And thank God, he had his mouth on mine seconds later, not
making me wait, not making me beg any more.

  He made this animalistic sound that told me he’d gone over the edge, that he was going to give me exactly what I’d always craved, what I’d fantasized about.

  “You feel what you do to me?” He thrust his big cock against me again.

  I nodded, not sure what to say, because right now I felt lost. The feeling of his big body on mine, of his heat seeping into me, had me arching up to him. I shifted, spreading my legs even wider, his cock now pressed right to my cleft, teasing me, tormenting me.

  He moved his hips back and forth, slow, easy, working me up to a fever pitch. We were both so sweaty, so ready. I wasn’t in control right now. But that was okay. I wanted Lachlan in charge.

  I heard him hiss and wondered if he was about to come … just like me. He thrust against me hard, pressing on my clit, having me cry out.

  “How much do you want me?” He thrust again and again. “How much do you want my big dick deep in your pussy?”

  “No more talking, Lachlan. Just fuck me already.”

  He chuckled low, deep. “I’ll give you anything you want. I’ll give you the fucking world.”

  I moaned when he pressed his weight down on me further, sandwiching me between him and the mattress, holding me captive to his desires.

  He reached between our bodies, grabbed his cock, and placed the tip at the entrance of my pussy. Everything inside of me stilled, became tense, ready. I was so primed for him, so prepared for this moment that I shook.

  “Relax, baby. Let me do the work. Let me make you feel good.”

  “You’re already making me feel so good.”

  He groaned, seemingly in pain. “There’s no going back.”

  God, yes.

  “I don’t want to go back. I want it all, and I want it now.” I was surprised at how forward I was. “I want it the way you want to give it to me.”

  I felt how wide the head of his dick was, pressed against me, foretelling what was to come.

  In one deep, hard thrust, he shoved all those huge inches into me, having me gasp, making me want to beg him to stop but ask him for more. I couldn’t help the way my back arched or how my breasts thrust out.

  He’d taken my virginity and had me crying out because it hurt so good. Tears leaked out the corner of my eyes, and in a swift move he was bent over me and licking at the tears, kissing away my pain.

  “It’s okay, baby. It’ll be okay. I’m here.”

  “I love you,” I said, the feelings and emotions that I had overwhelming.

  “God, I love you too,” he groaned. He rose up from me, beads of sweat lining his forehead, making me thirsty.

  “Tell me to fuck you; ask me for more.”

  I parted my lips, catching my breath, suffocating from the pleasure. “Fuck me, Lachlan.”

  He groaned deeply. Then he started pulling out and shoving back into me, making me moan, making me need more. Lachlan was frantic, his motions becoming fiercer, more determined.

  His focus was trained right on me. Always on me. “Fuck, baby. You feel so damn good.” He thrust into me deep, so deep that I gasped and gripped the sheets, tugging at the material. He plunged back in, over and over, stretching me, claiming my virginity, letting me know there was no one else for me but him.

  “I want you to watch as I fuck you, as I tunnel my big cock into your virgin pussy.”

  I gasped when he slammed into me, thrusting his massive cock into my body, making me take all of him.

  “Tell me you want more,” he ground out.

  I wanted to say that, to tell him that, but the words were lodged in my throat. The best I could do was open my mouth and suck air in.

  “That’s okay, baby, just feel what I’m doing to you, just fucking enjoy it all.” He slammed into me again, and again and again. I held on to his biceps at the same time he rose up, bracing his massive weight above me, fucking me into abandon.

  “Oh. Fuck,” he said softly, his eyes closed and beads of sweat dotting his temple. “Watch as I fuck you, as I take you as mine.”

  I rose up, bracing my upper body on the bed, and looked between us so I could see what he was doing to me. The sight of him moving his hips back and forth, plowing me, thrusting that massive appendage into my wet, tight body made me nearly come right then and there.

  God, it was hot.

  His body shook atop mine, his muscles strained, his form tense. I looked into his face, saw the strain, knew he was holding back, wanting me to get off before him.

  And then he went fierce on me, fucking me like he was a madman, like I was his vessel for pleasure. But before I could ask for more, he pulled out of me, making me wish he was plunged back into me. I lay on my back, my legs spread, my pussy swollen, sore from his fucking.

  I wanted so much more I couldn’t stand it.

  “Ready for more?” he said, low, harsh, reading my mind.

  “God, yes.”

  “As much as I like you like this, I want you on your fucking hands and knees. I want to see your ass in the air as I fuck you from behind.”

  My heart jumped to my throat, but of course I did what he said, because at the end of the day his pleasure was mine. I wanted him back in me, wanted him stretching my pussy, reminding me that he’d been deep in my body.

  When I was in position, he pushed my legs farther apart and brought his hand down on my ass. I felt the flesh jiggling slightly from the action. The sting was there, the burn feeling so good.

  Did he know how much I liked that? Did he know him being rough made this even better for me?

  For a second all he did was smooth his hand over my ass, stroking it, rubbing the sting away.

  “Mine.”

  I’d never get sick of hearing him say that, or feeling that truth fill me.

  He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back gently, growling like this damn animal.

  I loved it.

  He then shoved back into me in one fluid, swift move.

  “Fucking hell.” He started slamming his cock deep in me, over and over again.

  He grabbed my waist, curled his fingers into my flesh hard enough it hurt, and fucked me like he was dying for it.

  I was dying for it, dying to be filled up by him constantly, owned by him irrevocably.

  He pumped into me like a madman, his balls slapping on my flesh, my wetness back, his movements slick.

  “God, yes, Layla. Fuck. Yes.”

  I gasped as I felt myself climax.

  “I’m coming, Layla baby.”

  He slammed into me once, twice, and on the third time buried his dick deep in my body. I felt him pumping his seed into me, marking me.

  It seemed like our orgasms went on forever, and I never wanted it to end. I moaned as the sensitivity slammed into me, and Lachlan rested atop me. His cock was semi-hard in my body, his breathing haggard.

  Lachlan gave me this slow, sensual kiss, then pulled out of me with a grunt. I rolled over to face him, the sheets smelling like our combined passion.

  Before I came down from my euphoria, Lachlan had his hand between my legs, teasing me, bringing me to that peak once more.

  “You’re mine,” he said in this distorted voice, this harsh whisper. He lifted his hand and licked his fingers, his focus trained right on me.

  I couldn’t even think, let alone respond.

  Lachlan was breathing so hard, his hot, fast pants bathing my flesh, making my arousal climb higher. This moment, right here with Lachlan, was right. This was exactly where I should be. I shifted so I could look at his face, see the post-euphoric expression he held as well.

  “When I say I’m not letting you go, I mean it, Layla.” He looked into my eyes.

  “I want you, Lachlan. I want to be yours forever.”

  “I don’t care what anyone says, not your father, not anyone. I’ll fight for you.” He cupped my cheek and stared into my eyes, the heat from his body spearing right into me.

  I’d wanted him for years, but the truth was I hadn’t r
ealized exactly how much I’d needed him in my life. It hadn’t been about the sex, and that’s not how I understood this emptiness he’d filled in me. It had been about so much more. It was about the connection we had, the way he held me, touched me … spoke to me.

  “Your father might kill me.”

  I laughed softly. “What a way to die,” I teased. Although my father wanted me happy, and I was with Lachlan, I didn’t know how he’d react. I wouldn’t back down from what I wanted, not now or ever. No one would dictate who I loved or who I was with. This was my life.

  I didn’t want to let that go. I wouldn’t.

  When I was with Lachlan, I felt alive.

  Layla

  One week later

  I stared at my father, not sure what his reaction would be.

  “You want to be with my daughter?” my father asked Lachlan. My mother stood beside him and my sister beside her, the expression on both of their faces a little stunned.

  Lachlan pulled me slightly behind him, and I couldn’t help but feel warmth that he was always trying to protect me.

  “Yes, sir,” Lachlan responded, still holding on to the side of my waist, making it known he wasn’t going to budge on being my human shield, even from a verbal attack my father might launch. “And as much as I respect you as a man and my employer, I also have to say that I won’t walk away from her.”

  My heart was thundering, my body starting to become tense, tight. What would my father say? How could he react? Would he fire Lachlan, force him to leave, make it impossible for me to see him? I wasn’t a child, and nothing short of throwing me into a cell would keep me from getting to the man I loved.

  I also knew Lachlan wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t just let me go. I could be in a bricked-up building, no entrance in sight, and he’d still find me, still get to me.

  “I love her, sir, and she loves me.” Lachlan turned and looked at me, the love in his expression, in his eyes there, real. “I’ll protect her with my life. Always.”