by Jagger Cole
“Oh my God, this is your house?”
“Yep. Or, it will be when it’s done.” It’s a small place, but it’s all clean, modern lines, with a shitload of glass, black iron, and natural wood tones. The design I got from a Marine buddy of mine who went on to become a pretty sought-after architect. I hired some guys to help with the foundation and roof framing, but beyond that, it’s all me. It’s livable and pretty much finished on the outside, but there are a few things to finish out inside.
“It’s gorgeous out here,” Annabelle breathes, looking around at the pastels of the low sun across the rocky desert landscape. We pull up next to the house and I kill the engine. Inside, I bring her bags right into my bedroom. She hesitates at the doorway.
“You can stay in here. I’ll take the couch.” The house is pretty open concept, and the only real rooms are my bedroom, an office, and the half-finished bathroom.
“No, I couldn’t possibly.”
“Sure you could, princess,” I grin. “I’m going to throw some dinner together. You need anything?” I look at her, and every cell in my body replays what happened earlier in the garage, when I kissed her. The whole thing has been pushed to the back burner after all the shit with those mob assholes. But you can be damn sure I’m still playing it over and over in my head.
“A shower would be great.”
I repress the urge to laugh. I already know how this is going to play out with a pampered princess like her. I glance past her, out of the big wall of glass doors that look out over the deck, and I point to the open shower area I’ve set up on one side of it; just a shower head coming out from the side of the house, and a drain in the deck under it. Personally, I prefer to shower out there, even if I did have the one inside working.
Annabelle frowns. “Very funny.”
“It wasn’t a joke. That’s the shower.”
“Outside?”
I shrug, and she stares at me in shock.
“There aren’t any walls!”
“There aren’t any neighbors.”
She looks indignant. “I’m not showering out there.”
“Suit yourself.” I turn to walk into the kitchen to get some dinner going, and she follows.
“Will you go on a hike or something?”
I shake my head. “You’ve got a funny way of showing thanks for some hospitality. And no, I won’t.”
“Please?”
“Sweetheart,” I growl, turning to her. “Like I said before, if I wanted to see you without any clothes on, I’d just tear them off you.” She blushes deeply, but I don’t see scandal in her eyes, I see desire. And damn does it get my cock hard. “I’m not going for a damn hike, but I will give you some space. I’m going to go chop some wood out front. You take your shower.” I’ve got an oil tank and a furnace, but I do like to enjoy a fire in the fire pit on my deck whenever I can. Hence the chopping.
“Thanks,” she mutters quietly.
I leave her to it and head outside with a beer. I grab a beer and the axe and get to work, and soon enough, I hear the sound of the shower spray on the other side of the house. I growl to myself as thoughts of her tempting, curvy little body under the shower spray fill my head and swell my dick. My hands remember the feel of her tits and her ass, and I grunt as I swing the ax through a log. I take a break to peel my sweaty t-shirt off and slug some of my beer. Fantasy images of Annabelle soaping up her tight, perfect ass burn through my head, I grunt as my cock gets harder and harder. I start to swing the ax again, when suddenly I hear her scream.
I bolt on instinct, ax in my clenched hand. I growl like an animal as I dash around to the other side of the house and jump up onto the deck. I fly around the corner and come to a jarring halt when my eyes land on the very naked, dripping wet Annabelle. She’s screaming, oblivious to the way my hungry eyes are soaking her in. She’s got an arm across her tits, but all it’s doing is pushing the up like they’re about to spill over. She’s half-turned, dancing like she’s kicking at something, and I groan as my eyes sweep over her tight, curvy ass.
“Get it! Get it!” She screams. I blink out of my reverie and glance down, only then realizing what she’s going on about. Glossy snakes look like something bad, but they’re totally harmless. That’s what’s squirming around near her feet trying to get out from under the water’s spray. Annabelle shrieks and looks like she’s trying to climb the wall of the house as I step forward. I toss the ax aside and stoop down to pluck the snake up. The little guy wriggles in my grasp before I toss it off the deck into the underbrush. I turn back, and we both freeze.
There’s no snake now. Just her and I staring at each other barely two feet apart. The water streams down over her naked skin and mine, soaking my jeans and dripping down her smooth curves. She trembles as her arms cover herself—one across her tits and one hand cupping her pussy as she crosses her legs. But she’s not running away, and she’s not screaming at me to get away. Actually, when our eyes lock, all I see is the same desire in hers that I know are in mine.
I move towards her, because I know there’s no way I could walk away from her right now. She whimpers, and her eyes grow a little wider.
“Wait…”
“No,” I growl. She moans, and I know she’s mine. I crash into her, and this time when my hands slide over her, there’s only bare skin and temptation. I groan as I grip her hips and pin her to the wall, and Annabelle moans softly as I move in. Our lips press tightly together, and I grunt as I get another taste of her sweet mouth. Her hands drop away to touch my abs, and I can feel her hard-pebbled nipples pressing into my chest. My cock is rock hard in my soaking wet jeans, and it pulses against her bare mound through the denim.
Soft lips open for mine, and her soft skin rubs against mine. Her tits press to my chest, and I drop a hand to grip her ass tightly. She moans into my mouth as my tongue dances with hers, and I push my hand lower. It slides over the swell of her ass, but I don’t stop. I keep pushing lower down between her legs. Annabelle moans as I slide it between her thighs from behind. My fingers find the soft lips of her pussy, and I groan as I stroke her little slit.
Annabelle moans into my kiss as she trembles against me. I stroke her pussy from behind as my cock fights to tear it’s way free of my jeans. I kiss my way down her neck as she gasps and clings to me. My fingers push between her lips and I groan at how damn wet her pussy is. She arches her back and presses herself against me, like she’s putty in my hands. My mouth moves lower, until I’m sucking one of her perfect dusky nipples between my lips and teasing it with my tongue.
She cries out in pleasure, and her fingers drag over my abs. She moans as she explores lower. Her hands shake as they hesitate at the waist of my jeans, but when I nip at her nipple with my teeth, her moan turns to a gasp. Her hands push lower, and she gasps as they slide over the big bulge in my jeans. Her grip tightens on me through the denim, and she furtively strokes my cock.
I reach down and undo my belt and zipper. My jeans peel open, and she moans quietly into my kiss as her hands slip down my lower abs, following the trail of hair until her fingertips brush my cock. She moans as her hand pushes lower and wraps around my dick, and when she does, she pulls away with a whimper.
“You’re so big…” she whispers before her mouth falls open in shock.
It’s not like I’m unaware of the size of my cock. But it’s her that’s got it thicker and harder than I can ever remember it being.
“All for you, sweetheart,” I grunt as I slam my lips back to hers. I push my jeans down and kick them off my feet, and Annabelle moans as her hands explore my big cock. I push my hand down between her legs and spread them before I slip my fingers over her lips again. She’s so fucking wet for me, and I easily sink a finger into her. My palm rubs over her clit as I stroke my finger in and out, and Annabelle moans in pleasure as her small hands jerk my cock.
Suddenly, I can’t bear to not be inside of her any longer. I don’t care that she’s objectively off limits. Her father being a powerful po
litician, her being nineteen and so much younger than me. The danger following her around. All of it should turn me away, but there’s no turning away from her. I’ve barely looked at a woman in years, but I crave her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. And now, she’s going to be mine.
She moans as I spin her around and push her against the wall. Water trickles down her back and over my chest and abs, and I grunt as I stroke my fat cock. I move against her and rub my big head over her ass before I slip it lower. I hiss in pleasure as the wet heat of her pussy teases my cock head, when suddenly, she tenses.
“Wait.”
There’s an urgency in her voice that does actually stop me, and I pause.
“Annabelle?”
“I’ve… I mean… I want to, it’s just that I…”
She turns towards me and looks up into my eyes. Suddenly, realization clicks in my head, and my heart skips. “You’re a virgin.”
She turns red, and it looks like she might try and refute it, but she doesn’t. She looks down, looking embarrassed, but I suddenly wrap my arms around her and pull her against me.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers dejectedly.
I frown as I look down and raise her chin with a finger. “For what?”
“Disappointing you,” she mumbles.
“Do I look disappointed?”
She gives me a half smile. “I’m sorry. I… I wanted to, it’s just that I’ve never done it before.”
I lower my lips to hers and kiss her softly, which seem to ease the tension in her. “And I won’t take your virginity against the wall of a shower.”
“You—you won’t?” She looks disappointed, and the animal inside of me groans in desire.
“Uh-uh,” I grunt. My hands slide over her hips, and she gasps as my grip tightens. I pull her against me, and she gasps again when she feels my rock-hard cock pressing and throbbing against her stomach and her pussy. “No, sweetheart,” I growl. “I’m going to take it in my bed.”
She moans, trembling against me as the desire sparks in her eyes.
“I’ll make you mine the proper way,” I groan. “And when you come for my cock for the very first time, it’ll be with sheets against your back, and my name on your lips.”
I kiss her fiercely and pick her up easily in my arms. She moans into my lips as I crank the water off and turn to stride into the house with her, to make her mine.
7
Annabelle
I moan into Rowan’s mouth as he carries me into the house. My heart races, and a desire I’ve never even come close to experiencing before swirls through me. For one, I’ve never been like this with anyone—totally naked and wrapped in his arms. I’ve only ever lightly fooled around before, with politician’s asshole sons or rich boys who just wanted things from me. Guys who clearly wanted me for a trophy fuck, or as a notch on a bed post.
Rowan obviously wants me, but it’s different. When he kisses me, or touches me, I can feel exactly the way he craves me, not just craves something from me. And he’s all man—and oh my God, what a man. He’s all muscles and tattoo ink and rough growls. It’s like I’m kissing a man who’s part caveman. Maybe part savage, too.
Then there’s the big, pulsing hard cock hot against me as he carries me through the house. I may be inexperienced, but I know enough to know that the thick muscle between his legs is easily twice as big as anything I’ve ever felt through pants during awkward make out sessions. The thought of that big dick actually fitting inside of me is honestly a little scary. But at the same time, it’s got me wetter and more eager for it than I’ve ever been before.
Rowan crashes into his bedroom, and I gasp as he drops me onto his big bed. His firm grip turns me over, and I tremble as I find myself on my hands and knees. My face turns red as he pulls my naked ass up in the air. I feel so exposed and so bared for him, and yet, I trust him. I don’t feel forced, or uncomfortable, even if this is new for me. I just feel lust, and desire. Rowan crouches behind me, and I whimper as I feel his hands slide up thighs.
“You ever had your pussy licked before, sweetheart?”
I shake my head, moaning softly. “No,” I gasp.
Rowan growls almost savagely. “Good. Because this little pussy is all fucking mine.”
I feel him lean close, and suddenly, all I can feel is pleasure as his tongue licks over my pussy. He presses his mouth to my lips, and I nearly come instantly. I moan in pleasure and grip the sheets tightly as his tongue slips over my seam.
“Oh my God that’s so good!” I gasp. I twist and squirm on the bed as the rough mechanic teases my pussy with his mouth. His tongue slips over my button, and I cry out in pleasure. He teases my clit in slow circles with the tip of his tongue, making me tremble and ache for more. His hands grip my ass firmly, keeping my pussy tight against his mouth. Rowan starts to plunge his tongue into me, like he’s fucking me with it in and out, and my entire body begins to tense. His tongue on me, and his hands gripping me like I belong to him is all too much. And suddenly, I can’t hold back anymore.
I’ve made myself come before, obviously. But I’ve never orgasmed at someone else’s hands before. When Rowan makes me come against his tongue, it’s the biggest, most intense feeling of pleasure I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s like fireworks are going off across my skin, and like I’m falling into pure bliss. I scream in pleasure as his tongue makes me explode against his mouth.
I start to lower myself to the bed, but his hands stay right where they are, gripping my ass.
“Did you think I was done with you, sweetheart?” he growls. His tongue slips over my pussy again, and I gasp as it makes me shiver. He leaves a trail of kisses down the back of one thigh, and then back up the other. He kisses higher, trailing them over the curve of my ass. His big hands grip me and spreads me wide open, which makes me blush but also takes my breath away. His lips move towards my center, when suddenly, I feel his tongue slide over my asshole. I gasp in shock and jerk my hips.
“Wait, Rowan. Not there—oh my God!”
It’s so naughty, and so dirty. But I can’t deny how amazing his tongue feels on my ass. His thumb rubs my clit in slow circles as he tongues my butthole again, and I close my eyes as forbidden pleasure spreads over me. “That’s… that’s so good!” I moan.
“Let me lick this naughty asshole, baby,” he growls savagely. “I can tell you like this. I bet none of those rich pretty boys ever played with this little asshole, did they?”
I moan deeply, and my face burns hot at his dirty words. I shake my head.
“Tell me,” he grunts. He’s so demanding, and so dominant. And I love it.
“No!” I gasp. “No, they didn’t.”
He grunts and suddenly, I feel his fingertip tease against my little hole. I tremble and moan as he rubs my clit and my asshole at the same time.
“You like my finger touching you there, don’t you, naughty girl.”
“Uh-huuuhhhhh,” I moan. Rowan pushes, and I whimper as his finger slides into my asshole. He slides two other fingers into my pussy, and I almost come again instantly. His tongue slides over my clit, and my whole body shakes in pleasure as he starts to lick me and finger both of my holes. His fingers rub against my g-spot inside, and the one in my ass just feels so fucking amazing that I start to tense and gasp for air.
“I want you to come for me, Annabelle,” Rowan grunts as he licks my pussy and fingers me. “I want to taste how sweet this tight little cunt gets when you come like a naughty girl for me. Come with my finger in your ass, baby. Come with my tongue on your clit.”
His fingers push in and out of me, and he swirls his tongue over my button. It’s all too much, and I cry out as the orgasm erupts through me. I can feel my pussy and my ass clenching down on his fingers as I spasm like crazy and come so hard for him. His tongue slides over me as I come for him, pushing me higher and higher before he finally shows mercy.
I collapse onto the bed, panting and trembling. Rowan groans as he climbs onto it next to me an
d wraps his arms around me. I snuggle into him and gasp for air as his lips find mine. I press against him and feel his huge, rock-hard cock against my stomach, and I moan. He’s so fucking hard.
“Are you…” I pull back from the kiss and look into his gorgeous eyes. “Are you going to do it now?”
“Do it?”
“Fuck me,” I breathe.
“No,” Rowan growls.
The warmth starts to fade, and I drop my eyes from his. But suddenly, I feel his arms tighten around me, and his hand moves up to ease my chin up so that I’m looking into his eyes again.
“I’m not gonna fuck you, baby girl,” he grunts. “I’m going to claim you.”
8
Rowan
I roll Annabelle onto her back, and then I sit back and just stare at her. My eyes wash over her, stretched out naked and so tempting across my big bed. Her cheeks blush shyly as she starts to tuck her legs under her, but I stop her with a hand on her knee.
“No, sweetheart,” I growl. “I want to see all of you.”
I’m more than capable of spreading her legs myself, but when she does it willingly herself, my cock throbs with lust. I groan as Annabelle spreads her legs open for me eagerly. God she’s fucking beautiful. My dick swells harder than I’ve ever been as I drink in the site of this perfect little slice of forbidden temptation. Her soft, pink pussy is spread for my gaze, and she’s so wet that I can see it leaking down her thighs. Her cream drips all over my sheets, and I want to bury my face between those thighs and lick her clean. But it’s time to make her mine. It’s time to stretch her little pussy open for the very first time and give her every inch of my fat cock.
I growl as I move between her legs. I stroke my cock, coaxing pearly-white drops of pre-cum from the thick head. My balls are so full of seed for her that it feels like I could come twice right now and still be ready to fuck her senseless. I move over her until my dick is poised just above her pussy, ready to plunge inside and take what can only be taken once. My eyes find hers, and I hold her gaze.
