by Wyatt, Dani
“You want something?” The darkness in his eyes flickers.
I nod, my lips open, but no words come.
“Tell me what you want.” He growls, his body lowering, arms locked, fists sinking into the bed as he hovers over me.
My eyes are focused on his as I fight to find words.
“You.” I finally manage, as my hands go to the trucks of his rock-solid forearms and cling to him for everything I want.
“You already have me.” He answers, and my belly flips as he brings his hips down between my open legs. The coarse fabric of his jeans against me, the cool metal of his belt buckle on my lower belly, almost sends me into orbit. I wrap my legs around him, pushing up, trying to find relief from the incessant thrumming between my legs. “Needy girl.”
He grinds down and I feel the length of hardness there as I raise my hips, desperate for the friction that will give me what my body is demanding.
Our eyes are connected, along with our bodies, and I want him in a way I didn’t know before.
When he opens his mouth to speak, I almost know what he’s going to say.
“I know...” His jaw muscles tighten as he rubs himself in slow strokes against me. “Why I waited. It all makes sense now.”
The tiniest of nods lowers my chin, then back up. “Me too. No one ever felt...” I try to find the right words but thinking right now is difficult as I shrug a shoulder toward my ear and Mathias buries his head in my neck, only making the situation worse. “No one ever felt...real. It’s like anyone before, anyone that sort of was interested or whatever, they felt one dimensional. This...” I gasp as his warm, wet tongue traces up the side of my neck to just behind my ear. “...This feels like six dimensions.”
“Yes.” He grits into my neck. “You were my first kiss. I know now, if I’d ever kissed another woman, touched another woman, this, right here, would be diminished. I want no one before and no one after. Ever.”
It's hard to believe he’s never even kissed a girl. I’m the geeky, goofy girl that didn’t really register on any boy’s radar. As well, I’m only twenty-one, Mathias is at least ten or fifteen years older than me. He’s had plenty of years to sow his oats...
“Never? Not even a kiss?” I challenge.
He brings his face to just above mine. His warm breath is on my cheek as he shakes his head.
“I had a few close calls.” He sounds so serious and I can’t suppress my own giggle. “What’s funny?”
“Uh, the image of you fighting off some girl’s kiss? It’s funny. Close call.” I giggle.
“I can’t imagine kissing you after someone else’s lips had been on mine. Let alone...” He shakes his head. “Other things.”
The way his voice thickens when he says ‘other things’ has my clit aching and I’m dry humping the steel rod still sequestered behind his zipper.
My heart is racing as he stands, towering over me as I lie here knees wide, his gaze drifting back to my open legs as he licks his lips. His hands drop to my kneecaps, pushing them open until my hips feel like they are going to dislocate.
I’m panting and begging when he lowers his massive frame down and kneels at the edge of the bed, hands shifting from my knees to my hips. He jerks my body forward, my ass barely hanging on the edge of the mattress, when he leans back and strips his t-shirt, tearing the neck in the process as he flings it behind him.
I feel his breath on my folds, teasing and taunting me as his hands lock down on my hips and even if I wanted to get away, I couldn’t fight him off. He’s gotta be as strong as five men, and when he lifts my hips, pulling me to his mouth, I’m utterly at his mercy.
“This little pink demon already owns me.” He grunts just before his mouth opens and the first connection of lips to lips sends pleasured shockwaves through me.
His tongue feels as large as the palm of his hand as he licks me from my virgin opening upward, and my mind turns to mush.
When he circles my clit, his hands leave my hips, looping around the tops of my legs until I feel the pinch of his fingers on my outer lips spreading and exposing me to his devouring mouth.
He’s everywhere at once, licking around and down, then pausing with his tongue at my entrance, making my body twitch and shift. I need more. I lift my ass, trying to take what he’s teasing, but he retreats. His beard scratches my sensitive flesh, just before the lightning bolt of pain shoots through me as his teeth pinch my inner thigh.
“Owww!” I snap as I look down and see his eyes on me.
“I’ll give you what you need. Be patient little one. I intend to savor every second.”
I can’t help the need surges through me like a flash fire. I’ve gone from the innocent girl who barely gave sex a thought to this harlot. Jamming her hips onto the bearded face of a man she met only hours ago.
As I let my body go limp, I fall back on the bed, my head pushing into the soft mattress. Closing my eyes, I imagine his cock pushing inside me as he brings his tongue back to my opening, tortuously pushing it up and inside me until I feel myself losing any connection to reality outside of his mouth.
Gasps, grunts and sounds that don’t even have names tear from my throat as his tongue swirls in my opening before fucking in and out, in and out, until I’m seeing stars and wondering how he knows exactly what to do.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck...” It seems to be the only word I know now, as his arms around the tops of my thighs harden, and he pulls my aching pussy farther onto his mouth.
He’s making his own satisfied animal sounds as I grind myself against his assault. I feel so dirty, but I’m utterly unashamed with this man I barely know. I hear the sloppy wet sounds of his tongue and I know I must be drenching his face. His beard is rasping, but it’s wet now against me as he lifts me an inch higher, still spreading my lower lips apart and mounting my pussy onto his face.
He’s licking and tongue-fucking me, then his voice vibrates down low and upward into my belly.
“I want you to cum on my face, little one. Let me swallow that gift. Make it part of me forever.”
I’m not sure he’s even talking to me. I believe he’s communing with my girly parts, and I almost feel like I’m intruding.
He centers his lips on my clit and sucks, his tongue working the sensitive flesh as he pinches and holds me secure, my arms flying out as I try to find some balance, gripping the bedding until I’m sure I’m tearing the fabric with my bare hands.
He’s an animal, devouring me without pause. He moves faster, slower, faster again, teasing until I’m on the edge, grinding onto his face, desperate for what he’s giving me.
He’s unyielding as I curse and writhe and beg. When his mouth centers again on my engorged clit, every part of my body is tight. My toes are curled, the muscles in my back and legs quiver as he eats me out, savage, intense, until everything around me disappears.
He flicks his tongue, faster, harder, around and around. Tension builds. I feel it in my center, and I tense my muscles deep down, willing the feeling forward. My hips buck on his violent mouth as fire explodes inside of me.
My head flies back onto the bedding and I arch upward, my back bowing, straining against the laws of physics as the pressure becomes too much and I finally explode.
Screams tear ragged from my throat as my body shakes and twists, Mathias holding me tight to his face. He doesn’t stop, licking and sucking as my climax redoubles, turning from pure pleasure to an intense mixture of pain and release.
I shudder, flattening on the bed, then crunching upward to try to push his face away because it’s too much now.
My hands make no difference. I’m a feather against granite, and I see the rippling muscles in his shoulders as he holds me tight and my body yields to him again, another explosion, and I feel the drenching wetness dripping from me and the sounds of his sloppy lapping as heat covers me and I’m in another world.
As my body rides out the waves of pleasure and pain, Mathias crawls over me, kissing his way up my shaking belly
, spending time on each nipple, which only zaps me with more pleasure before he settles his lips on mine, whispering soft, filthy things between kisses that leave me heaving for breath, trying to get some bearing on reality, the taste of my release more erotic than I ever dreamed.
“You’re perfect. Perfect for me. Perfect...” His deep voice resonates as he sweeps his slick tongue between my lips. “Taste your perfection.” He whispers as he crushes his lips to mine and my flavor spreads over my tongue.
I’m floating.
I run my hands down his sides, feeling the hard muscle, the ridges and valleys, and all I know is I want more. I don’t want this to end. So, I sweep my hands between us, down until I feel the metal of his belt buckle and begin to work.
Mathias breaks our kiss, looking into my eyes. “You want that cock, don’t you? You need it...like I need you.”
I nod, my fingers freeing the leather from the metal as I admire his face. He’s stunning in his way. Not a slick, GQ sort of face, but beautiful, nonetheless. When he bites into his bottom lip, the patch of beard there moves, and I see my damp arousal still glistening on the rough hair.
When I tug at the buckle, desperate to free what’s behind, Mathias stands, again, stunning me with not only his size, but the thickness and strength of his torso. I want to touch him everywhere, to spend hours and years and lifetimes kissing each muscle.
I look down as he works the button, then his zipper, and I hold my breath. My heart is racing, making me dizzy, every inch of flesh quivering.
“What is it you want?” He growls, his hands pause, making me wait, the gleam in his eyes telling me he’s quite aware of the desperation he’s causing.
“I said, you.” I manage, but he shakes his head.
“More. What is it you want?”
I open my mouth, I want to say so many things – filthy things—but the words won’t come.
Mathias narrows his eyes, his hand darting out to grab my wrist, tugging my body on its side. His other hand flashes above me, and before I know what’s happening the stinging slap on my ass breaks the spell and what I want comes out of me in a gasp.
“I want you to fuck me.” I burst, seething as I watch the fire flicker behind his glimmering gray eyes. “I want your cock. Inside. Me.”
He releases my wrist, heat riding my skin in heavy waves as he drops his pants and my eyes widen as I take in the thing I’ve been craving from behind the fabric, and it’s no disappointment.
His cock stands on its own, I don’t know in inches, but it’s more than I imagine my body can take. But that doesn’t stop the longing that bursts inside me like fireworks. It’s not just the length, it’s nearly as thick as my wrist, with two bulging, deep purple veins that look like they are about to explode, snaking from the base to the tip.
“How—” The word hangs there alone, as my eyes search Mathias’ face, a lustful fear twisting inside of me.
I let my eyes fall again, seeing the drops of creamy liquid seeping from the engorged tip, which is itself as big as a small fist, and I swallow hard, closing my knees, unsure of the physical possibility of what we are about to do.
“All you need to say, is you want me.” He reaches down, fisting the girth and stroking it as I watch. He rubs the liquid from the tip around and around. “Leave the rest up to me.”
“But, you’ve never...”
“Do you trust me?” He grits out as I look closer, and see massive balls hanging down between his thighs. I think, for the first time, of what they hold; the warm, white drops are the tease, and I imagine how much more is contained and waiting to be released.
I nod, a whisper parting my lips. “I trust you.”
“Good. Trust this cock is going to give you what you want. What you need. It will be the only cock you will ever know. You belong to me now. All of you.”
8
Mathias
GOD, I WANT TO TELL her.
I want to say the words, but maybe she’s right.
This is crazy.
The thought makes my brain hurt, but my heart only beats faster.
With her flavor now seared into me like a brand, I know what I know, as insane as it is.
I love her.
Is that possible? That I love a girl I’ve known hours?
The way she’s looking at me, her cheeks flushed, her breathing unsteady...I know she’s innocent.
I know I’ve waited for this moment. How else do I explain it? I’ve never wanted a woman before.
I’ve appreciated them. This is different.
I can’t imagine not having her in my life. Around my cock. Making her my first and being hers.
My cock twitches at the thought. Even my dick knows this is love. I just need my brain to catch up.
I drink her in, knowing everywhere my eyes touch belongs to me now. Dropping my hand, I ease the ache in my cock.
She’s perfection, in every way. I could stand here and look at her forever if it weren’t for the pulsing need that is pushing me to the brink of insanity.
“You know, my cock has never hurt like this. It hurts because he wants to be inside that warm, wet cunt of yours. He wants that cherry. I want it all, all of you.”
The flash in her eyes tells me there is no stopping what’s about to happen. I look down to see wetness dripping out of her opening, making a juicy wet spot on the dark comforter.
“I want it too...” Her soft words spread like wildfire inside me.
“You want it, do you? Hard, deep...fucking you. Say that’s what you want, little sprite.”
She blinks a few times, licks her lips and I see the hesitation. I like pushing her, and when she finally speaks there’s lust and reservation in her words, but she gives me what I need.
“I want you to fuck me. Hard.”
“Good girl.” I give my shaft one last hard squeeze before I move over her, slipping my arms around her back and pulling our bodies together, kissing her fiercely.
I know from meeting her stepfather, there’s shit in her life, and I intend to fix it all.
She’s a flower with a steel stem, I knew it from the moment I saw her aiming a rifle at that bear...then at me. She’s powerful in her own way, and I will never take that from her. But I will do everything possible to make sure she doesn’t have to be frightened or unsure ever again.
Her soft warmth is a contrast to my hardness, the hair that covers my chest and the callouses on my hands. I move my lips to her cheek, down her neck, listening to her sounds and feeling the way her body moves in my arms.
I can’t help myself, my teeth set into the soft flesh at her nape, and she whimpers as she scratches at my shoulders.
But I need more. Before I’m inside her, there’s a drive to taste her everywhere. I move my mouth lower, across her chest, feeling the speed of her breaths as I lick and suck onto each hard peak of her soft, round breasts, and she moans with each movement.
I love the feel of them, hard and soft at the same time, making my cock ache as it lurches against her thigh, trying to find its way to the wet heat that will be its final heaven.
Her scent still erotic on my beard and it only heightens the other drive I feel.
To fill her with my seed.
To have her sticky and dripping with me. Her ripe womb, open to taking all I will give, turning her round and full so everyone in the world—if I ever let her out into the world again—knows she is claimed.
I will take all of her, soon. Her mouth. And yes, her ass. But right now, it’s her sweet cherry that calls for me.
Her body arches and squirms under my mouth as I release my hold and ease back on my knees, my cock leaving a glistening trail on her ivory skin.
“Please, fuck me...” Her begging whisper makes me smile.
This innocent angel wants cock. My cock. And it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. She will be my slut, my personal sex doll, and it’s been worth the wait, but the wait is over.
There’s an odd feeling of triumph in me. As though I�
��ve won a long-fought battle, the spoils laid before.
“I will.” I reach down and grip my length, drops of cum on the tip, and I drag it up and down between her slick pink pussy lips, listening to her desperate whimpers as her legs spread obscenely wide to give me a view of what’s mine.
The pink on her cheeks turns near red as I slap my cock down on her clit, listening to the sound of the wet flesh. She yelps as I bring the swollen head down over and over on her sensitive hard nub, until she covers her face with her arms and her cries are on the verge of tears.
“You make me this hard, little one. Your hungry little cunt likes a bit of pain. Soon, you’ll give me what I truly want. I want to feel your tight virgin pussy gripping me when you cum, milking the seed from my balls. You want that, don’t you? All that sticky cum up in that cherry pie.”
Who knew I could be such a filthy talker? Virgin, smirgin.
I center the head of my cock at her opening as she gasps, throwing her arms from her face and reaching for my wrists as I ease my body over hers.
I tease her, slipping my cock upward but not pushing inside. Instead, I simply fuck her between her slick lips, my lifetime of restraint holding on by a thread.
“God—How will it ever...” Her eyes watch my thickness move, and the fear and awe in them makes me want to beat my chest and soothe her fear at the same time.
“I’ll always take care of you, little one.” I answer as I move faster, savoring how it feels to have my cock touch a woman for the first time. Not just any woman, my woman. My one and only.
My gaze drifts to where hers is locked, and I understand her trepidation. The sheer size of my manhood is obscene. I knew I was big, I never cared or thought it made me more or less of a man. But now, harder than I’ve ever been with her in my grip, it’s a monster.
When I push upward, my balls dragging through her wet folds, the tip of my cock is at her belly button and even I wonder how it will be physically possible for her body to take all of me.
Lust covers her face as I continue teasing us both. She returns my torment when she brings her tiny hands to her breasts, fingers rolling her hard nipples between them, and she moans as I growl.
