by Snow, Nicole
“Fuck yeah, Wendy. Don't be shocked, but I haven't done my fair share of fucking over the past few years. Not hardly as much as I'd like. Being a parent hasn’t left a lot of time for dating. Or anything else. I'm wound so tight, the word ready doesn't mean jack shit. I need you under me.”
I'm in disbelief. It's like a crime, just knowing a man who looks like him hasn't been able to put his body to work on anyone very often.
And anyone he cared about? Did he ever?
His honesty touches me deeply. It also makes me feel like less of a total virgin weirdo.
I wonder if I should tell him I’ve never had sex. Oh, I've toyed with myself, learned how to do that years ago. But sex? With him?
Until this past month, I never could've imagined such a thing. Now, it's just one breath away from becoming anything but imaginary.
I plant a quick kiss on his lips, and then climb off his lap.
I stand between his knees, and holding his gaze, I reach down and grasp the hem of my dress. I don't know what I'm doing, but Lord if I don't try.
Inching it up slowly, fingers shaking, I say, “Hunter...let's do this. You, me, and that bed. I'm so ready.”
He sucks in a breath and utters one word.
“Fuck.”
I can see his pulse thudding, the vein in his neck bulging slightly.
Smiling, I pull the dress up, over my head, and then toss it on the chair.
He grasps my hips and pulls me forward.
“You're goddamned amazing. Just the right blend of sugar and spice.”
My nipples pebble inside my black bra at being so close to his face. “The perfect treat, huh?”
He laughs, and I hope I'm not being lame.
Thankfully, there's nothing remotely lame when he slides his hands up my body.
Heat tenses my pussy the second he pushes my bra up, over my breasts, exposing them for his taking.
First, one nipple meets his tongue. A low moan rumbles from my throat.
Then a whole lot of them. I never had a chance.
“You have no idea,” he tells me, almost snarling. “Treat doesn't begin to describe my Sugar and Spice.”
“You imagined how I taste?”
He licks my nipple again, taking his sweet time and sucks it, then flicks a thumb over the other. It's a miracle I'm still standing. My knees buckle in.
“More than you can possibly imagine, babe.”
I run both hands through his hair. “What else have you imagined?”
“You really want to know? You want me to tell you how many nights I jerked off, thinking about your sweet cunt? You want me to count how many times I came, biting my fucking wrist, thinking about how I'd still be tasting you after I'm balls deep, fucking away till you come real sweet for me?”
Holy hell. Yes.
“Maybe,” I whimper.
He takes my entire nipple into his mouth and sucks it hard. The pleasure forces me to tighten my thigh muscles, afraid I might come then and there.
I can barely breathe, but I manage to tell him, “I really want to know. Tell me everything.”
“No. How about I show you?”
He slides one hand between my legs. I gasp, pressing down against his palm.
I can’t take much more of this. “Please, please show me.”
With movements so swift, I barely have time to think about them, he unhooks my bra, shoves down my panties, and pulls me onto the bed naked.
It happens all at once. My feet dangling over the edge and him between my knees.
He leans over me and sucks another nipple, rougher than before, and then the next.
My thighs can't get any tighter. I’m close. So close.
Too freaking close.
I usually need more, every time I ever used my own hand or a vibrator, but now?
But now, dear God, I'm in untamed country ruled by Hunter Forsythe.
“Hunter.” I can barely say his name.
He looks at me then, barely slowing, easing the delicate, sweet pressure of his teeth around my nipple.
“I’m. Oh, shit, I think I’m about to...”
I can’t speak over another moan rumbling inside my throat. He lets go and rears up.
“Fuck yeah, you are, and it's gonna be so good. Let me finish.” He slides a hand between my legs.
My hips buck up, swinging like mad, as his fingers trace my labia.
“You’re wet. Ready,” he growls. “I'm already in love with this pussy and I haven't even given it a proper introduction.”
“I’ve been wet and ready half the night,” I whisper desperately.
“Yeah? Then I'd better get a closer look.” He kisses my stomach while lowering to his knees.
Then his finger finds my clit and presses it hard. Those circles he starts making are pure heaven.
I arch into his touch, loving the intensity, unable to pull away to save my life.
He spreads my legs farther apart. “Knees over my shoulders, babe,” he whispers up at me.
I follow his directions, wanting, needing more.
“That’s it, babe,” he whispers. “So wet and tight for me. So fucking perfect.”
The heat of his breath on my pussy forces another moan to rumble, loudly, in the back of my throat.
“You like me here? Between your legs? Been dreaming about this tongue on your greedy little pussy for weeks?”
“Maybe. Oh. Yes!”
Oh, gawd, I’m going to lose it. Going to come on this man's insane, filthy talking mouth.
“Wait's over, Sugar. You're gonna come hard for me.”
He licks me then. Just a long, slow, intense tongue-stroke that spreads me apart, a hint of the very best he can do. His tongue circles my clit, teasing and searching, before it pulls me in.
There's swelling, pressure building, this frantic heat in my lungs warning me I'm going to burn down if I don't do exactly what he said: come my brains out.
I don't even notice my hips pumping against his mouth until it's too late.
He licks, sucks, and pushes me until I can’t take anymore.
I bury my hands in the bedspread and brace.
Toes curled. Panting. All fire.
As much as I want the release, I don’t. This is too good. He’s too good.
But I’m close. So close.
“Hunter!” I arch into him one more time before the fireball building in the center of my hips explodes, ripples, tears me in two.
Coming!
He doesn’t stop for anything. Not for the screams, the whimpers, the way I lock my legs around him like a vice and bury my pussy in his mouth. He just keeps on with his mouth long after I'm a shaking mess.
The most amazing, most intense, most grateful mess of my life.
As the last bursts of pleasure slowly fade, I sink deep into the mattress, my chest still heaving. My pussy hurts so good. My limbs are limp. And I haven't even officially given him my v-card.
Holy hell. Times a thousand.
Hunter lifts me, shifting us farther up the bed so my legs aren't hanging over the edge.
“That,” I say. “That was intense, Hunter. Insane.”
“That,” he growls back, before smothering me in another deep, sultry kiss, “was just the beginning, sweetness. Now for the main course.”
10
Papa's Here (Hunter)
My cock is so fucking hard it feels like concrete.
I’ve had a hard-on half the night, but after tasting her, my dick is screaming to sink deep inside that pussy of hers and make up for all the years I've spent without a good fuck in one frantic, unforgettable night.
“The beginning?” she says breathlessly.
I look at her and nod.
Her smile is serene. Sexy. I think it’s the twinkle in her eyes that makes my pulse race harder, though.
“Good,” she says, tugging on my shirt. “Because I've been waiting to see you, Hunter. All night.” She lets out a long sigh. “I’d help, but I can’t move yet.”
“I’m not too tired! Just...more like rebuilding my strength.”
Little minx. She knows I won't follow through on my threat to walk away. Wouldn't turn down the chance to get between her legs for anything.
She's so fucking perfect with her messy blonde hair and long legs beckoning up to her pink. She was gorgeous before, but now, fully naked?
Fuck.
That little black number she wore tonight turned every head in the room. I’ve never been so proud to be that guy. The man with the hottest chick in the room, the knockout who's been hiding behind her own fears and doubts for too long.
I throw my clothes off in record time, and then grab a condom out of my bag. I’d bought a fresh pack yesterday, hoping this is exactly how things would work out.
Her lying on the bed, naked, with her hair spread out across the pillows and her perky tits begging for my hands and tongue.
Wendy watches as I roll on the condom and then climb on the bed.
“I’ve never seen that before,” she says, running a finger down my chest.
“What?”
“This.” She touches the end of my cock.
She’s never seen someone put on a condom? “Why?” I ask her.
Her grimace is adorable, and so is her shrug. “Because I’ve never had sex.”
I freeze. Become stone. Everything except my cock. It just throbs harder.
“Bullshit? You're telling me you're a –”
“Yeah. Virgin. Guilty.” Her cheeks turn cherry red, pun intended. “I mean...I’ve pleasured myself, but that doesn't count.”
I can't speak. Air is lodged like wet cement in my lungs.
“It's been a long time coming, and I want you to be the first, Hunter. Really, really want it.”
Fuck me with a lightning rod.
I’ve purposefully stayed away from virgins. Never needed the extra complication, the drama, but the idea that’s she’s never been with anyone else – ever – thrills me in this wicked, animal way.
I can feel it in my blood. Raw greed. This hunger to take her, mark her, own her in a way she'll never forget. This raging need to brand my name all over the blank slate of her body with teeth and tongue and hard, furious strokes of my hips.
It's a bear just to breathe again, but I do. I have to give her fair warning.
“You’re sure? Last chance, Wendy. Because once we start, we don't stop.”
“Very, very sure.” She shifts her legs, spreading them wider, showing me that slick, wet heat at her center. “I’m hot and bothered just thinking about it. Don't make me think too long.”
Her honesty is fucking amazing. So is the way she gives herself to me, pussy begging with every bit of her soul.
Sweet fuck. I get a mad thrill of satisfaction knowing how bad I turn her on, and my dick jerks at the idea of being buried deep inside her.
Holding back is killing me. “Then it's time. Leave it to me to get you up to speed, babe.”
Her eyes are locked on mine, full of lust. “Please, Hunter. Give it all to me.”
And I do.
Slowly, teasingly, I push two fingers into her pussy. She's all hot, wet, and ready. I fuck her with just my hands for a few strokes, find the spot along her walls, watching her eyes roll back while she creams.
Then I position myself between her legs, barely able to hear over the roar of blood in my ears, my heartbeat moving into my dick.
“We'll go slow, at first, let your little pussy get used to me.”
“Whatever you think,” she whispers, still holding my gaze.
Her trust is just as amazing as her honesty. And they're both almost as incredible as she looks right now, wide open, aching for every inch of me.
Snarling, I grip the base of my cock in one fist, then guide it into her.
She lets out a sexy moan and sinks her shoulders into the bed, raising her hips up to meet me. I'm engulfed in young pussy, wet and eager and divine. And so fucking tight.
A little farther, to the hilt, and then I hold a few seconds until I can't take it. I have to rear back, and then slam myself into her so hard we both shake.
“Hunter,” she moans my name again. “Oh, yes. God, yes.”
That's all the encouragement I need. Her pussy opens more for me, stroke by stroke. I fuck myself into her deeper, three more times, going in to my balls while my spine goes electric.
She gasps.
I stop myself from another thrust and give her a kiss, asking one question in my eyes. We okay?
Her smile is pure sex. “I'm fine.”
And she lets me know how fine, hooking her heels behind my knees, thrusting up against me. Her hips meet mine, urging me on harder, and we find our rhythm.
I start to move, faster, in and out, loving the pleasure appearing on her face. I've seen a few virgins melt down in my time, but fuck, it's never been hotter than this.
Her, with her blonde locks whipping around her face the longer and faster we fuck, that sheen of sweat around her brow making her face glow, urging me on.
Her, raking at my back, all nails and a groan on her lips, the same sharp word hissing out over and over again.
Yes. Yes. Yes!
Her, sexier than sin itself. My Sugar. My Spice.
Her pussy. My dick. Our fuck.
Curious, I ask, “What have you tried?”
Our hips move with their own mad energy. We roll back and collide into each other again, our pleasure building faster and faster, until her pussy starts constricting my cock. It sucks and pulls with that desperate need that tells me she's ten seconds or less away from exploding.
“Hunter!” My name is just a hoarse whimper on her lips.
That's my signal. Pulling her legs up against my shoulders, I pound into her, fucking like mad, fucking like there's no tomorrow for either of us because honestly there might not be.
I have no earthly clue what happens after I've fucked this beautiful woman numb.
It's going to be complicated, wild, and all kinds of screwy. And maybe not knowing what comes next just makes me thrust harder in the moment, growling as her legs start shaking, and she's this damn close.
“Come for me, Sugar. Come so sweet it hurts.”
Watching this woman fall to pieces, clenching at my cock, is the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life.
I almost lose myself there. Bust in her like I'm eighteen and getting my first lap dance, and it takes all my years of discipline and sporadic, angry sex to keep fucking through her O.
She's still trembling when her little pussy eases its hold, gradually opening her soft hazel eyes again.
Leaning down, I press her lips to mine, slowing my strokes so I can drink her in. “Listen, you're one remarkable, incredible young woman, Wendy Agnes. Especially when you come like that.”
“Not half as incredible as you,” she whispers, running her fingers through my hair.
I smile. Does she really think I'll let her get away with that?
After tonight, when I've done everything in my power to show her how amazing she is?
I kiss her deeper, owning her tongue, and then this strange, chemical thing between us ignites.
It's like an engine someone just kick-started. Our tongues twist and curl, faster and faster, in perfect sync with our bodies. I swallow her moan, she tastes my growl, and my cock drives on, deeper and faster and harder in her trembling pussy.
Deeper, faster, harder until Sugar and Spice is mine.
Her arms are hooked around me now, like I’m her personal lifeline, the only thing saving her from flying away. I fucking love it.
Love the pressure, the white hot pleasure building inside me, too.
She’s everything tonight. All I can think of.
Wendy breaks the kiss first, gasping for air. I’m gasping, too, but I don't stop for anything.
Just notch up the speed between us, feeling how sweet her cunt clenches my dick, crazy for
my seed.
She’s on the brink of release. And I can't hold back the fire in my balls to save the world.
Her eyes go wider and her nails dig into my skin. I pump harder, press my forehead to hers, giving as good as she gives in this frantic, sexy marathon.
“Hunter, oh hell! I'm –” Pure ecstasy chokes her off mid-speech.
“That’s it, Sugar,” I snarl, surprised I can even talk. “Come the fuck with me.”
Because I've hit my limit, too, and it’s perfection. Just a hot, pulsing bomb at the base of my cock. Fire ripping up my spine as my balls unload, my whole body jerking as I pour my seething heat into her. I wonder if the condom will even hold as my dick pulses, deep inside her, full body writhing with every jet heaving out of me.
It's a high, a rush, a moment that could give the most taboo drug in the world stiff competition.
I barely realize what's happening when she grabs my head and kisses me. Over and over.
Then we're two spent, shaking bodies both sinking lower, into the mattress. I brace my weight on my arms and lift my head. My heart wells when I open my eyes and see the smile on her face.
“That.” She sucks in air. “Was amazing.” She laughs like an angel. “Beyond amazing. Where'd you ever learn –”
“You, babe. I haven't ever fucked anybody like that till you.” The worst part is, it's not even a lie.
All I can think as I flop back at her side, pulling her into my arms, is that Sugar and Spice may have just ruined me for sex.
I give her a gentle kiss, knowing this woman has marked me as deep as I've done to her.
We lay there for a while, letting our pleasure settle before I get up and take care of the condom. I bring her back a glass of mineral water from the bathroom.
“Thank you.” She drinks most of it and then sets the glass on the table. Glancing toward the window, she sighs.
A major amount of the euphoria still floating inside me dissolves.
I brace myself for the second thoughts, considering ways to combat whatever she’s about to say.
“So, about what happened –”
“The best sex of my life?” I ask, jumping on the bed beside her. “What about it?”
