by Wyatt, Dani
“Jesus,” I moan. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.” A possessive growl rumbles in my chest. “Please, fucking tell me no one has touched you before, have they? No one’s touched what’s mine.”
Her eyelids flutter as I see her swallow a desperate breath, her hands looping behind my neck. The feel of her there, the delicate lightness of her touch, is infinitely better than I’ve imagined in the thousands of times I’ve played this moment in my head.
“No.”
Relief floods through me. She is pure. She is mine.
Her nipples harden as I cup each of her tits in my hands. The weight of them is exactly as I dreamed, and I begin to roll the pebbled peaks between my fingers. Her soft moan, the way her lips fall apart, and her eyes drift closed, makes my balls twitch and my dick grow another inch.
“Pants and panties off. Do it now Cricket.” I give my command with a pinch to each nipple, causing her to yelp as I step back. Reaching down to stroke my painful erection through my pants, I try to calm the beast as cum seeps from the tip.
After a moment of hesitation, her hands move to the waistband of the black stretch pants. She kicks off her worn tennis shoes, then begins to lower the pants, her feet wiggling and stepping on her socks pulling them off as well.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. You are such a good girl.” She stills for a moment at the words. A smile crests those lush, pink lips and I see the comfort glaze her eyes. “You like being a good girl? You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”
A soft nod and teeth indent her bottom lip, giving me her answer wordlessly as she slips the pants off and kicks them aside. Her simple white panties have me drooling at the darkened wet spot I see.
“You used to call me that. I never told you how it made me feel.”
Her hands fidget at her sides, and that discomfort only serves to make me even hotter for her.
I strip off my suit jacket, tossing it onto the chair in front of the desk. Next is my tie, then my shirt. I need to feel her against me and I know that in a few moments I’m going to be drenched in her juices. I want to wear them like a suit of armor. I want to give her so much pleasure that her cum drips down my chin.
“Spread your legs,” I half bark, urgency welling in me as I step forward, closing the space between us.
Her tits are perfect. Big and round, with the sweetest dark nipples that call for my mouth. I lean in, taking one in each hand, then trap one nipple between my lips and flick the hard, tightened pebble with my tongue, listening in awe as her breath hitches at the sensation. Her flesh is hot as I pull her deep into my mouth on a hard suck, drawing her in and out, then latching on as if I’m a starving.
I move to the other side, wherever I taste her it gets better and better. Her skin is sweet like she’s covered in candy-coating.
My hands come to her hips, holding her steady as I do something I’ve never done before.
I drop to my knees, lowering my hands to the full curves of her ass, pulling her to my face. I bow down to her, and so I should; she is my angel, my muse, worshipping her is what gives my life meaning.
As I lean in, her cunt’s scent hits me like a freight train.
“Walker.” Her breathy whisper meets my ears as my lips take the first kiss of her sex.
I glide my tongue over the smooth surface. She’s bare and silky, and my gratitude overwhelms me knowing no one but me has been here before. Her pussy is full and plump. Perfect, just like the rest of her. Her body trembles as I slowly slide my tongue down from the very top of where her cunt lips split open and taste the first sweet drops of her.
The inside of her is soft and slick. Her flavor rips through me, driving down into my soul and attaching her to me in a way that will never be undone. It’s like coming home. That flavor winds itself around me and binds me to her like a greedy shackle.
My cock throbs until I think I may fucking pass out, but it doesn’t stop me. When her hands come to rest on the sides of my head, balancing herself so that she can open her legs wider, offering herself up to me, giving me access to her warm flesh, I lose myself even more. I eat her like a ravenous wolf, licking, and slurping. I bring my hands down from her hips to pull her outer lips apart with my thumbs, making sure my mouth has complete access to her soft, pink inner folds.
I attack her clit, her fingers gripping and pulling at my hair as the volume of her moans ramps up. I play with her engorged clit as she begins to move her hips against my mouth. Her juices drench my tongue and I swallow greedily, wanting it all.
She begins to plead with me as I tease her with a flick, then lick her opening, scooping up her cream with my tongue before nibbling my way back to the hardened nub. I repeat the motion over and over until she’s desperate and begging.
“What do you want?” I stop, looking up to see her flushed face and needy eyes.
“Walker, come on...”
“Come on, what?”
“Make me come!”
“What does a good girl say?”
She whimpers and I slide my thumb in a circle around her clit, not touching it directly, and her hips start to twitch in time with my movements.
“Please! Damn it. Please make me come. Please let me come.”
“Yes, now that’s a good girl.”
Her head arches back as I cover her clit with my mouth and suck on her hot flesh. My tongue works that hard nub until she is whimpering with every breath, then my teeth give her a final push.
Her orgasm takes her hard and she makes the most beautiful sounds as her body releases a gush of her pleasure into my mouth, which I drink down with joy.
Then something happens that hasn’t happened since I was a fucking teenager. I come in my damn pants. Without a touch of her hands, her body or her mouth, just the taste of her pleasure, the sounds of her climax. My body shudders hard and I cream inside my damn boxers as she undulates with her release. I nearly black out from the sensations. The taste of her orgasm in my mouth, the love I feel for her in this moment, my own climax, all at once it is almost more than one mortal man can take.
Her orgasm seems to go on forever and she drives her pussy against my face with each wave until I feel her body go slack, and I reach up just in time to steady her before she falls.
I’m back on my feet then, hands around her back, swooping down to scoop her off the floor. My dick has lost none of its hardness, despite the sticky release of my cum filling my shorts. Mia’s eyes are at half-mast as I carry her to the long, velvet sofa in the center of the office. It’s as deep as a bed, and as much as I’d love to take her to my own bed for what’s about to happen, I find it fitting that this place—the place where I saw her for the first time—will be the very place where I finally bring us together as one.
“You’re going to be mine today, Mia.”
With that, I lay her gingerly down on the chocolate brown cushions, center a pillow under her head and watch her hair splay out in waves beneath her flushed face.
I take a moment to admire her before stripping the last of my clothes off and leaving them laying in a heap on the floor. To my surprise, Mia gives me a vixen’s smile as she pulls her knees up to her chin, then lets them fall open as she brings a finger to her mouth and bites down.
“Fuck. You are going to be the death of me.”
“I’m tired of waiting too, you know.” There is no hesitation in her eyes. “Every book I’ve read, every scene like this...I thought of you.”
I shift onto the sofa with her, on my knees, placing myself between her legs and bringing my arms up so my elbows rest on either side of her face. The tip of my cock weeps with cum and I fight the urge to spill the rest that is driving up my shaft onto her bare slit.
“Kiss me, Mia.”
She complies as I lean in and drag the tip of my cock against the scorching wetness of her pussy. Our mouths connect hard, casting aside any pretense of civility as I center myself above her and push gently forward, opening her body with just the head of my dic
k and embracing the warmth as her wetness eases my entry.
Mia is fresh, a virgin, and I don’t want to hurt her more than necessary.
I draw back from our kiss. Her breath warms my face, her eyes urgent and wide. Her legs open wider as I stall just inside her soaking opening.
“Are you ready to take me?” I grit my teeth against the urge slam into her like an animal.
She writhes beneath me, gently pushing her hips onto my waiting erection with a nod.
“Put your hands on my face then and look at me—don’t close your eyes. I want you to look into my soul right now because that’s where you live Mia.” Her body crowns my cock with her hot juices and I plunge forward past the barrier, feeling her tightness wrap around me like a promise fulfilled.
She freezes on our kiss, her fingertips digging into the sides of my face and her eyes rolling back. Her pussy is soft, slick, unbelievably tight and willing. The friction of even the first few inches inside her has me seeing stars, white dresses, picket fences and her swollen belly.
Quivering, painted mummers slip into our kiss before I pull away just enough to talk to her.
“I’m sorry, Cricket. I know it hurts. It will feel better, just let me in. Open your legs as wide as you can, baby.” I feel her body shift beneath me as she complies. “That’s my good girl.”
With that, I grimace and drive forward. She cries out and I draw back before pushing inside her again and again until my balls rest against her flesh and her juices drip down my sack.
“Oh god. It hurts! Hold there, don’t move, please...” She stutters the words and I freeze, feeling the amazing movement of her walls around my dick as she shifts. She’s so fucking tight I bite down on my cheek until blood seeps over my tongue to keep from going off right then and there.
Looking at her face, the tear that escapes the corner of her eye pierces my heart and I bring my hands to her hair, stroking and soothing her as I kiss her forehead.
“I have to move, baby. It will get better, I’m going to make my girl feel so good. I promise.”
Her slight nod gives me the okay and I begin to move again inside her, back and forth in short, slow strokes until I see her face lose its tension and her hips begin to sway with my movement.
“That’s my girl,” I grunt. “You’re just so tight. We’re one now.”
“You’re tearing me apart,” she cries as I cover her mouth with mine and fuck her slow and steady until I feel her body cream again on my cock. If I stopped now it would only be worse, so I kiss her hard and deep in time with the motion of my hips until her return kisses rise with passion.
The head of my cock bottoms out inside her and the painful whimpers coming out of her turn to low moans.
Her body begins to suck me in. Her pussy is milking me now, the silk pulling me upward with each thrust.
Her legs come up to wrap around my ass and I want to pound into her with a fury, but I force myself to hold back. There will be time for that sort of fucking, but that time is not now. Her movements turn wild, fucking back into me with each driving, forward stroke, until the joy on her face turns to bliss.
“Come for me, baby. Please God, I want to feel that on my cock. Let me feel you cum on me.” I’m begging and I press forward and up and down, forcing my dick in and out in short strokes while I grind my body down on her clit.
I bury my face in her neck, unable to help myself when my teeth clamp down on the soft flesh at the nape. That only serves to send her further over the edge into a bucking orgasm that brings me right along with her.
As her fingernails score the flesh of my shoulders I roar low and loud into her neck. Electricity shoots through me like I’ve never felt as we come together. Jets of my cum fill her as I slam into her, holding myself there as deep as her body will allow as my balls deliver every drop.
We ride out the waves, dragged along by the tide of our release until we’re left breathless, clinging to one another like we might otherwise drown. A sheen of sweat covers us, making our bodies slick and glistening. She clutches at me and moans as the last of her climax winds down and our hearts pound in time against one another.
In that moment, an overwhelming thought begins to cloud my mind and I ease up, dragging myself off of her, slowly easing my cock from her clutching walls.
“Don’t move, baby. I want to see your blood on my cock. I want to burn this moment into my memory.”
I put a hand on each of her knees as I look down and withdraw, an inch at a time, enjoying the way her body spreads to pull me back in. The crimson swirls that mix with our combined fluids tell me in no uncertain terms she is mine now.
The damage I’ve done is there in her blood, and I look into her eyes to silently thank her for giving me this, her most precious gift. A gift I will spend the rest of my life trying to be worthy of.
I pull out the rest of the way on her sigh.
“That was worth the wait.” Mia sighs and grins as I keep my eyes pinned to the swollen wetness between her thighs.
“It was. And I would wait a thousand lifetimes for you, Mia.” Looking down at her face, seeing the pleasure I’ve given her, my heart nearly bursts from my chest. “I love you, Mia. But you are mine now. Completely and utterly mine.”
“We should have used something.” She looks worried but I quickly shut that down.
“Never. I’ve waited this long. There will never be anything between us again. I am inside of you now. And soon enough, that will mean having our baby in your belly. I’m never letting you go, Mia. Never.”
“It’s like no time has passed. Like we’ve been together all these years. It’s so strange.”
“It’s us, baby. Time has waited for us. For this.”
She nods and I kiss her cheeks. Her nose. All those kisses make me shudder at one thought. Why I need to know I’m not sure, but I do.
“Mia.” I draw back, looking down into those ice-blue eyes that have decorated my dreams since the day I met her. “I need to know something else.”
She blinks, struggling to focus, her lips parted and still wet with desire. The scent of her breath swirls between us, the flavor of her cunt still thick on my lips and on hers.
“What is it?” There is hope in her words, hope for what I’m not sure but in my mind, it is hope for us. For a second chance. For this to be our time.
“I asked you if anyone else had ever touched you, but...tell me there’s been no one else that even kissed you since that day in your room. I need to know.” My heart thunders as I ask. “Has anyone else kissed you, Mia?”
She swallows and I feel rage bubbling up in each second that passes.
“Yes.”
That single word wipes all the light from me and thoughts of how I’d kill someone with my bare hands engulf me.
4
Mia
“WHO?” HE SEETHES THROUGH gritted teeth, and for a moment I forget what he’s asking. “Who the fuck kissed you, Cricket?”
The sound of my nickname almost pushes me over the edge into a mini orgasm. But there is a need in his eyes, a desperation for something to hold onto. I answer quickly. “His name is Marco. In Mexico, he and my father did business together down there.”
“You kissed him?”
“No!” I sputter as he thrusts upward, driving his girth deeper as his other hand comes to the base of my throat, rubbing up and down before finally coming to a gentle squeeze just beneath my jaw, controlling my breath.
“No what?”
There is a darkness about Walker I don’t remember. His body is every bit as powerful as I remember, even larger, stronger, but the shadows under his eyes tell me the years have been long.
But now I see hatred in his eyes. His erection has lost nothing as it stays seated inside me. After I answered his question, he’d shifted us so I am sitting forward on his lap. He’d entered me in one hard motion and I fight the urge to move again, even as the darts of pain from his size shoot through me.
“He kissed me. I didn’t ki
ss him back. I had no choice. It was a business thing.” The most pleasant sort of fear begins to rise in me. I feel like I’m floating and my hands flutter up and around, coming to rest on Walker’s shoulders. “He’d asked me out like a thousand times. I always said no. Until...”
Walker licks his lips, then his teeth bite into the bottom one on a sniff. “Cricket, you do realize I’m about to come completely undone. Tell me everything right fucking now before you kill me.”
The throb between my legs turns to a pounding as he pulls at my hair and re-focuses my attention as he repeats his question.
“Okay.” I clear my throat and feel the tension of his hand there. “Dad was running out of money, again. He’d gone through everything he brought with us, spent anything he’d made... the huge compound where we lived, the cars... it was all for show. He put some deals together but for whatever reason, we were broke again. Marco offered him a deal. I don’t know how much money, but if I didn’t agree...” I trail off again as I see the fire in Walker’s eyes, and for a moment I’m mesmerized. Then his hand slips to the back of my neck and I forge ahead. “Dad said, if I didn’t agree to marry him, he would put Nana on a plane back to Michigan that next day. She has no one here. No money. I had to take care of her. So, I agreed. That day in my Father’s office, they signed a contract and he kissed me. Put a ring on my finger. But this morning, before we left, I took it off. I just dropped it on the floor of my room. I didn’t want him or any of it.”
Flames flicker in his eyes but his hand falls from my neck, drifting down to cup the weight of my breast. Two fingers pinch the already sensitive nipple, making me close my eyes and gape as his mouth comes to cover mine. His tongue slips inside and my body ignites.
“No one will ever touch you but me, Cricket,” he whispers into our kiss as his hips surge upward and then his teeth bite into the nape of my neck, sending shivers through me. “Or they will die.”
His hand moves to my other breast while the other controls me by my hair. Our bodies begin to move together as if by some invisible force and the sound of my wetness slipping up and down on his thick hardness makes him smile.
