“I…” she averts her eyes and I can feel her chest heave in front of me, the air between us becoming thick with her want. I can smell her, sense her pussy lips beading with desire, with the sticky honeyed nectar between her thighs.
“Let me make this easier for you, doll. You are still a bit shy, aren’t you?”
She swallows visibly, her graceful neck moving as she looks up at me.
“Yes,” she says directly.
“Do you like being here with me?”
Her lips pull up into a bright smile.
“Yes.”
She blushes, as though she can sense my knowledge of what she is becoming right before my eyes.
“And do you want to see what’s behind the doors? Behind the mask?”
“Yes,” she moans, softening under my touch as I bring her closer to me. Her sighs into my chest as I bring my fingertips to the back of her neck.
“You’ve never felt a man inside you, have you? You’ve never cum with a man sliding between your legs, opening you. That’s right, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
Her voice is just a whimper.
“And do you want to feel it, baby?” I glide my hands down her body, one caressing her face in a waterfall of tenderness, the other gliding down her arm. I give the top of her arm a squeeze. Not hard, but not soft, either. Just so that she knows she is mine. And for any stupid fuck looking at us who thinks they can touch her, so they know she is mine, too.
“I want it,” she whimpers. “I do want it.”
“Say the word, Avery.”
“Yes.”
“That’s our word now, baby. You say it, and I will keep going. I ask you if you like something, and you say yes. It’s so simple and it is ours.”
I slowly go in for a kiss, and the band slows their notes down as she and I rock to the music. Her curves make me feel like a blind man who has just been able to see again after a lifetime of nothing but darkness. And I can see them with just my hands. I pull away from her mouth, her taste still on my lips, like fucking sugar sweetness, and I can see the outline of her body in my mind as I graze my hands over her sweet, sinful curves.
“Come with me,” I say, taking her hand. We weave through the crowd of people, now becoming more dense. Her eyes glide softly at our surroundings as she takes it all in. Her eyes land on a couple in a corner, a stunning young woman and a slightly older, handsome man, on a couch tucked into the far corner of the room.
I can’t see his hand, but I can see her face twisted into a wanton expression of pleasure.
Avery’s breath hitches deep inside her throat at the sight.
“You’ve never seen anything like this before, I know,” I say, putting my hand on the back of her neck.
I guide her to a sweeping, spiral staircase behind the grand Christmas tree.
It is time. I have waited long enough. She has waited long enough. I can feel that she cannot wait any longer.
Avery, my sweet young beauty. It’s time to show me your skin.
Avery
My legs are like jelly as he guides me up the staircase, wrapping around the back of the Christmas tree tucked into the corner of the ballroom. This is absolutely a night of firsts for me.
And I don’t know what I’m doing.
I feel like a sex-crazed slut.
And I’m still a virgin.
Technically.
And I am about to give myself over to the sexy man who has claimed me, saved me. He saved me at just the moment I needed it.
I didn’t even know the danger I was in.
The room is warm and glows around us, and as we go up the winding staircase, the white marble floor is replaced with lush, dark red carpeting. The warmth of the room recedes beneath us and behind us as we ascend the staircase, and I follow him up into the darkness.
We get to the top of the stairs. I’m breathing heavily in anticipation.
“Avery, I want you to understand what is going to happen,” Gabe says as we get to a dark hallway at the top of the stairs. It looks like a hallway inside a hotel. It’s dark and the walls are covered with thick damask wallpaper, catching bits of light in the otherwise dim hall.
Gabe takes me and pushes me softly against the wall, and I melt into him as he gazes into my eyes.
“I am going to fuck you, make love to you with my cock, my mouth, my hands. I’m going to lick your hot pussy until you beg me to stop because it feels so good. But I am not taking your virginity. I am claiming it. I will keep it with me and remember how good you feel and taste. And once that happens,” he says, reaching behind me and beginning to slide the zipper down my narrow back, letting the soft silk unbind my breasts, “you are mine.”
My pussy clenches in anticipation. My mouth waters.
“Yes. Yes.”
He reaches past me to open the door next to us, and we tumble inside, our mouths searching each other’s with frantic, buzzing energy. I am soaked, the insides of my thighs covered with my own desire for him, my pussy craving him with so much pent up desire.
I don’t pay attention to anything inside the room. My attention is focused purely on him, on us, on the feeling in the air between us. I can nearly smell my own arousal, and he pushes me gently down onto the bed, grasping at the zipper on the back of my dress.
“Turn,” he says, letting go of the zipper and kneeling before me. I comply easily, my heart flitting around in my chest.
“Put your hands up on the wall and keep them there.”
I am not wearing panties, as he commanded. He said he wanted to know that I was right there for him with nothing in the way. With my dress gone, I am just wearing my black lace bra and stockings with garter belt from earlier.
Butterflies erupt in my belly when he unclasps my bra and allows it to fall down in front of me.
“Spread,” he growls. I feel my forehead tense up as I bite down on my lower lip, bringing my knees apart gently. My pussy tenses, anticipating his imminent touch, but instead he snakes his hands around my body and finds both of my small pink nipples, taking each between his fingers - hard - and pinching them, twisting them.
And I moan, sending my pleasure into the air. I surprise myself. It doesn’t feel like me.
“Stay right there, like a good girl should. Now don’t. Move.”
He kisses the back of my neck and grazes the undersides of my breasts with care, tickling my hot flesh with the palms of his large, broad hands.
And then his hands go lower. A knot of heat unfurls inside my belly. His hands wrap around behind me and spread me apart from behind.
And that’s when I feel my face get hot, and then cold. I feel the blood rush from my face and into my clit as his fingers find their way against my hot, wet pussy, gliding across my folds and up to my clit.
“Oh, baby,” he growls into my ear. “You are such a pretty little thing.”
My eyes roll back in my head at his words. I feel safe and cared for, so much attention lavished upon me.
And I don’t want anyone to do this to me ever again.
Gabe knees behind me. God, and I can feel his heat as he breathes on my pussy, making me so wet. I can feel the moisture dripping from me, down the insides of my thighs.
“I am going to kiss you,” he says. “I am going to make you feel so good. Like a bad girl should feel.”
I look down and see his tongue find my clit deftly, encircling it with attention and care, but with a wicked desire deep inside his eyes as he looks up at me and wraps his lips around my clit, drawing it into his delectable mouth.
He flicks against me and his fingers find my wet hole, and my body tenses.
“I feel like…”
My whole body shudders and I can’t say anything else as the heat inside me grinds to the edge of pleasure, halting there, and then spilling over, sending my head reeling.
My moans fill the air as his fingers grind inside of me, and I buck my hips against his mouth, cumming so hard.
“Please,” I cry out. “T
hat feels so good.”
“Please what, my sweet? You can’t take anymore, can you?”
“No,” I whine.
“That’s good. That’s very good.”
He flashes me a dirty smile and pushes my leg gently over him, guiding me softly and surely, and gets up, positioning himself behind me again.
I hear his pants unzip and his belt clank metallically in the air. And then…
And then I feel the head of his cock pressed up against my seam. It glides against me, making him wet, and I feel his balls press up against the backs of my legs.
“Spread,” he growls, and I comply quickly.
“You love having me between your legs, don’t you girl? You like feeling me right there. You like it when your body begs for me and you don’t even have to say a word.”
“Yes,” I moan.
It’s my new favorite word.
Yes.
“Grind yourself against me.”
“But...I don’t know how to do it right. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”
Gabe reaches around and puts his fingers on my chin, turning my face to him slightly, taking my mouth with his, plunging his tongue between my wet lips.
“Yes, you do,” he says, breaking away from me. “Whatever you do - it’s perfect. Now use my cock to get yourself off again. And I don’t want you to stop until you cum all over me. You understand that?”
Whimpering into his mouth, I move my ass against him, his thick rod between my legs. He is so hard, and I feel like I could cum any moment. I don’t want this feeling to end. I don’t want it to stop. But even the slightest movement against his massive body, feeling his broad chest against my back, my ass up against his belly...I can’t stop myself.
I grind my hips against him, my legs spread out at the knees, wide and exposed, and as I rock against him, my pussy contracts hard and I begin to cum again.
“You’re a good girl,” he whispers into my ear. “And good girls get what they want. So Avery, what do you want?”
His words are punctuated with the crush of his massive cock against the opening to my pussy. I groan with desire, drunk on him, drunk on the hot air between us, all around us.
“I want you to fuck me,” I cry out, desperate with need.
“You want to give me your virginity. You want to be my good girl forever.”
“Yes,” I moan. I am pleading with him.
“I’ll take good care of you,” he says. He grinds the tip of his cock against my opening again, pushing slowly into me. I spread around him, taking him inside me. With every little bit he goes deeper, my vision becomes more and more filtered with bright white light, like a thousand bolts of lightning flashing before my eyes.
Then he stops. It hurts when he pushes forward. But it’s pleasurable pain. And he takes my hips into his hands, and pushes forward a bit more, and I feel myself melt.
“That’s my cherry now, Avery,” he whispers into my ear.
He pressed forward gently, but with how big he is, there isn’t much he can do to ease the pain other than going slow.
And he does. And it is heaven.
His hand snakes down in front of me and his fingers find my clit, shooting a spark of electricity through my belly. It connects us and he grinds his cock out of me, dragging the insides of my walls with his massive strength.
“You are everything, Avery. Perfect.”
He grabs the back of my neck gently with his fist and takes my hair into his hand, winding it around his knuckles like a glove.
And when he tugs, and pushes into me, I’m about to lose it again.
“Avery, baby, you’re going to make me cum. Do you like that?”
His words are like a command. I meet his thrusts and he groans, a massive moan coming from his lips and into my ear.
Have I ever been wanted like this?
Have all the assholes I’ve touched and made feel good with my hands and my talent gone home and thought about me in this way? Was I naive to never think about it?
Was I too innocent to know what was really going on in that place?
It doesn’t matter.
Because this is the perfect way to be wanted.
“You are what I was looking for, Avery,” he groans into my ear, breathing life into my body, my soul.
He slides into me over and over, making me tighter and wetter and more alive with each thrust.
His fingers search my clit for new ways to touch me, new places to reach and new ways to make me feel.
And it’s all so new.
It is like nothing I have ever felt before.
Pressure rises in my belly as he pushes forward, slamming against me. He fills me up so perfectly, and I feel lost within the moment.
His teeth come to my neck and I feel them press against my smooth, exposed skin, and with a moan I feel my clit heat with an imminent orgasm and my pussy clench around his massive cock.
“Yes, baby. That’s my good girl.”
He feels me on him, against him, and one of his strong hands comes down onto my ass, sending a sharp sting through my body, straight into my clit. I did not know it would be possible for my clit to feel more engorged with blood and hotter without exploding, but the singe of pain against my pure skin has made me hotter and more wanting all over.
“That feels so good,” I cry out, “please don’t stop.”
“I won’t stop,” Gabe says, “until you are good and ready. Until you are dripping with cum. Because you are a good girl, my good girl, and you are going to be my little slut.”
My eyes widen at his words. It’s so wrong, so dirty.
Slut.
I was a virgin, never touched, never fucked, until today.
“Say you want to be my little slut,” he says.
“I want to be your…” my voice creeks, and I can think the word but I can barely say it. It feels wrong, but that is what’s drawing me to it.
This is wrong, but that’s what’s kept me here.
His touch, this place, is so right.
“Say you are my good little slut, baby. Say the words.”
He slams his cock into me, making my pussy clench up on him, making him feel impossibly full and big inside my tight, soaked channel.
“I am your good little slut,” I moan.
Holy shit.
His hand comes down on my ass again, and he spreads my ass apart tenderly, exposing all of me for him.
I feel his lips on the back of my neck, and then lower, and he nuzzles into me with his chin and makes me bend forward as he slides my legs back under him, all while keeping himself deep inside me.
“I want to see all of you,” he commands, pressing my body down beneath him. I fall forward gently onto the bed and prop myself up with my elbows, swallowing deeply as my whole body is on fire. “All of you.”
Gabe
I could make her cum again right now.
She is what I wanted.
I was looking everywhere for her. In my club, at the girls who came through my doors. They all wanted something from me, and they all could give me what they thought I wanted.
But that is not her.
There’s something inside her that I need. That secret she told me - that she kept herself pure and untouched - that was what I needed. I needed to know her secret, and I needed to destroy that secret. Because she was pure until she met me. Now she’s mine, and she will never want for anything again.
Why the fuck was she in that place? It doesn’t matter, because she won’t go back there ever again.
But she is not a slut. She is a fucking perfect creature.
She is my slut, not a slut.
Big fucking difference.
I bend my legs at the knees and press my hands against her ass, spreading her apart so I can see her tiny, puckered hole.
Pressing my fingers into her back, I allow my thumbs to pull her open.
“Ohh!” her voice fills the air, sending a fucking chill up my spine.
“Do you like
that I can see every inch of your perfect little body?” I say, grabbing her ass and massaging the flesh between my hands.
“Oh, yes,” she moans. Her sweet voice sends my head reeling, and her body heats against my touch.
“I need to see your face, love, when you feel me plant my seed deep inside you.”
I pull my cock out of her and see her pussy twitch and ache for me as she moans and turns over onto her back, scooting up the bed and spreading her legs for me.
“That is what my good girl does,” I say, “she knows what to do without me telling her. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” she breathes, glowering at me, her pure eyes wide and glimmering. She looks down at my cock and reaches out for me, but I grab her hands and press her down onto the bed, her fingers slipping through mine.
I press the head of my cock against her clit and move it there for a moment, thinking of new ways to drive her fucking crazy. Her eyelids flutter and she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, pressing down with a delicious smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
“You’ve waited long enough,” I say, pushing myself into her. Her cherry is gone, and she’s already been thoroughly fucked, but I haven’t had the pleasure of cumming with my cock buried deep inside her yet. And that’s all I fucking want.
“I have,” she mewls as I drag myself in and out of her.
I push into her with new ferocity, cupping the back of her head with my hand, tugging on her hair and biting her lip as our bodies tangle together.
Just a little bit of pain is all she needs. It’s all she wants. I wrap my fingers gently around her throat and let my thumb reach up to her bottom lip, and squeeze ever so slightly, and that’s when her pussy wraps me up with impossible tightness, and I feel my cock twitch and explode.
“Fuck,” she cries out, and I trace my thumb along her throat, playing with her skin with my teeth as I allow myself to empty out into her.
“That’s my girl. My sweet girl.”
Her hips buck into mine as she cums, her body losing control as I maintain the momentum we’ve built. She can lose control with me, and I’ll keep her in check.
This is what I want to do for her.
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