by Nikki Wild
Sensing this, Dalton didn’t skip a beat in shifting me onto my back into the bedding. His hungry lips found their way to my throat, and I slipped my arms around his neck as he began kissing beneath my jawline, eliciting a string of quiet moans from me.
I felt the chill of nervousness glide down my body, but I did my best to ignore it. The anxiety crept up slowly, gradually working its wicked magic against my pleasure.
He must have picked up on that, because he pulled back after a moment.
“Is something wrong?” Dalton asked hesitantly, watching me carefully. After a moment, recognition flared across his eyes. “Is this your first time?”
He started speaking at a thousand words a minute, his English accent blending his words together. “If we’re going too fast, it’s fine, I mean we can slow things down a little, I just don’t want you to be hurt—“
“It’s fine,” I smiled serenely, sliding my hand to palm his cheek. “This isn’t my first time, it’s just that… well… I didn’t have so great of an experience last time, is all.”
Dalton bit his tongue, but I pushed him on.
“Go ahead. Ask, if you want. We don’t keep secrets from each other.”
Quietly, he pressed: “Were you raped?”
My palm paused against his cheek. “No, nothing like that,” I answered calmly. “But the guy was… controlling, in a lot of ways. Some were subtle. Some… weren’t.”
He remained quiet, listening to me.
“Jeremy, the guy from the restaurant earlier… he was my ex-boyfriend. I spent two years with him. He was my first… everything. And I gave him that, willingly. He seemed like such a sweet guy.”
“What happened?”
“Well, I caught him cheating on me,” I shrugged. “People were telling me that he was, but I just didn’t want to believe it. He was always so convincing. I wanted to take him at his word for everything he said, and he started pitting me against my friends… which is why I don’t really have many of them anymore.”
“So, what broke the spell?”
I smiled in recollection. “He tried that shit between Natalie and me.”
Dalton chuckled knowingly. “Yeah… I can see that going belly-up for him. The two of you are incredibly close.”
“Right. That’s when I realized what was happening, and I found the strength to kick him out of my life. I hadn’t seen him since, not until tonight…”
Dalton slid his thumb against my chin, his index finger curled beneath it. He lifted my eyes to meet his.
“And he’s not here now,” he smiled. “Only me. You don’t have to worry about him now. But I’m glad that he didn’t hurt you… not physically, at any rate.”
“No, Jeremy was all psychological,” I clarified. “But you’re right. You’re the one who’s here… and the one I want to spend my entire night with.”
I leaned upwards and planted my lips against his again, murmuring softly as I tasted him.
All the way down to my bones, I could feel it:
I’m ready for this, Dalton. For you.
I let my eyes communicate that thought as my lips pulled away, and I bit my lower lip slightly, relaxing myself beneath him. He took the hint, rubbing his palm along my shoulder as he gazed deep into my eyes.
Dalton’s lips met my throat again, and his hands began to wander. I let the rising and falling of my chest draw out with satisfaction as his hand cupped my breast under my bra, squeezing the soft, supple flesh.
Already, I could feel that my nipples were starting to peak, driven by pleasure and anticipation. His toughened fingers brushed against them, rubbing the rising nubs as they began to stand at attention, demanding his touch.
Answering their call, he lowered his lips and took one of my nipples into his mouth. With just the right amount of pressure, he tugged at the sensitive nub between his teeth. Letting his tongue flow across the erect peak, he cupped my breasts with his large, strong hands, squeezing the supple flesh and tantalizing me further.
“Oh, Dalton…” I moaned, closing my eyes and relaxing beneath his touch. I couldn’t complete the thought aloud, because he switched to the other nipple, squeezing tighter, biting harder, and mixing just the right amount of pain into the pleasure.
Leaving his hands where they were, he redirected his lips downward, kissing his way along my abdomen. I felt him glide his hungry, lustful pecks down towards my glistening sex, and the anticipation began to mount higher than before. Instead of going straight for the prize, he began to kiss along the seam of my hip instead, planting his lips along my inner thigh before switching to the other.
Meanwhile, his hands nimbly pleasured my bosom. His fingers tweaked my nipples, rolling and squeezing them between his fingers as he played me like an instrument.
Finally, I felt the pressure of his mouth against my thong. I pushed upwards, eager for his attention, and he pushed downwards to meet the intensity of my need. He began to suck against the fabric, sliding his tongue along it to tantalize me, even tugging at the lining with his teeth. I didn’t want him to stop kneading my bosom…
So I unclasped the bedding at either side and began to slip off the final layer of resistance between us. After a moment, I was finally bare for him, completely vulnerable and naked underneath his powerful, hungry body.
“This isn’t fair,” I told him.
“What’s not fair?” He whispered, kissing into my thigh.
“All of my clothes are off, but you’ve still got half of yours on…”
“We can fix that in a moment,” he chuckled.
Before I could retort, he descended.
Dalton’s warm breath cascaded over my bare sex as he slipped his lips back down, parting my wet slit with that delicious tongue of his. As he shouldered my thighs and dug his fingertips into the fleshy softness, I felt his tongue slide up a line over my chasm, quickly zeroing in on my swollen clit.
“Oh…god…” I murmured, clenching at the pillows on either side as he flicked the bead of my passion with his wet mouth. “Dalton… fuck, that feels so goddamn good…”
He continued to taste me veraciously, his fingernails digging into my skin as he held my thighs shouldered around his neck. By skillfully varying the pressure against my clit, sometimes slipping down to fill my chasm with his eager tongue, he constantly propelled me to new heights.
British? Yes.
Military? Yes.
Arrogant? Yes.
Skilled with his tongue? FUCK YES.
My fingers threaded through his hair as I rode his face, feeling the throes of my first orgasm begin to build up in my core. Between my moans and hushed commands to keep going, I threw my head back into the pillows and gasped with growing, impending satisfaction…
My limbs went taut as my body was racked with pleasure. I rode out that incredible climax as he pressed down into my sex, without a single complaint about my fingers clenching his hair as tight as they could. My lips trembled as I gasped out that crushing ride, until finally the strength was sapped from my bones and I dropped down to the bedding.
It was honestly the most absolutely impressive orgasm I’d ever had.
As I lied there in bliss, coming down from that powerful orgasmic high, I vaguely sensed Dalton stripping his jeans off, and dispensing of his boxer briefs. I glanced up to see the largest cock that I’d ever seen. Dangling between his legs, the thing had it all – surprising length, thick girth, and a powerful, bulbous crown at the end.
“Oh my god…” I murmured, gazing at it.
Dalton lifted the condom wrapper to his face, tearing it free with his teeth. Soon, he was sheathing his large weapon, descending back into bed over me, his lips pressing into mine…
“Are you clean?” I asked.
“Yes, are you?”
“Of course.”
“Well… that’s fine, but I’m not doing this without protection,” Dalton shrugged. “I’m not really interested in kids at this exact moment in time.”
“That makes t
wo of us,” I smiled, “which is why I’m on birth control.”
He side-eyed me for a moment. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, it keeps my cycle regular,” I grinned, wiggling my eyebrow. “So, if you want to do this without that layer of rubber between us, that’s actually a possibility…”
Without another word, he’d ripped the sheath free of his cock, discarding it over his shoulder with the clothes.
Instead of going straight for the sex, he ramped up the foreplay a little more – just how I liked it. His strong lips peppered hungry, meaningful kisses along my body as he explored my curves with his tentative fingers and his strong, capable hands. Tenderly, he met my yearning lips with his own, kissing deeply and passionately as his wandering touch only steeped the fire in my core hotter than ever.
“I’m ready,” I murmured.
Dalton smiled into another kiss, grasping his throbbing weapon in his fist. He rubbed it along the outer lips of my slick, wet pussy, teasing me with his burning crown for a moment. I could feel as much as hear his cocky chuckle against my lips before he finally pushed himself inside…
And my lips parted with an involuntarily, heavy gasp of passion.
I’d seen his incredible girth, but I still hadn’t been prepared for the way that it stretched my inner walls. He had to tackle his approach in stages, pushing forward only to tactically retreat a few inches, but always pressing deeper into my body.
I tried to relax as best as I could, but my fingers were wrapped around his shoulders, and my nails were digging into his flesh as I groaned.
“Oh god, you’re so big…”
“Cor blimey, Clara,” he muttered between groans, “you’re so fucking tight. You sure you’ve done this before…?”
With my lips pressed against his neck, I nodded. “You’re so huge, it’s like I’m being taken for the first time again…”
At the sound of that, he pushed in one last time, finally hilting himself completely against my hips. I shivered with pleasure, trembling beneath his rugged, heavy form as I ran my hands up his strong biceps.
Pulling his hips back, his lips crashed into mine. We desperately kissed as if there was no tomorrow, and he brought all of his might down into a deep, penetrating thrust that drove me wild.
I could barely concentrate as he set to work, his fingers entwining with mine and holding my wrists up on either side. My ankles wrapped around his huge calves as he powered into me, again and again, his lips a frantic storm against my mouth, my neck, my ear lobe, my clavicle…
“Dalton…” I whispered, losing myself in the passion of what we were doing. “You feel so good inside me…”
“Given how fucking great you feel beneath me… I can only imagine, love…”
He ramped up the tempo, rolling his hips into mine as he repositioned his arms. Hooking them beneath my calves, he stretched me out, forcing me into a partial split as he held himself above.
That’s when he started to utterly jackhammer me into submission, slamming his hips into mine with uncompromising fury. In the semi-darkness of the hotel room, I could see the flattering, endearing grit of his teeth, and the way his eyes rolled back just ever so slightly…
But it was hard to focus on that when my own eyes did the same, until I finally just closed them and surrendered all control to Dalton Carlyle.
I rocked against his body as he fucked me in this ludicrously amazing bedchamber, loving how he absolutely dominated me.
After a few minutes, he pulled me onto my knees, pressing my hands against the headboard. I was all too willing to comply, and I glanced over my shoulder as he began teasing his crown against my slick opening again, one hand on his cock with the other clenched into my hip.
“Eyes forward,” he commanded as he noticed my lustful little smirk.
“Make me,” I coyly responded.
In a flash, Dalton was doing just that, his hand around the back of my throat, fingers on either side. He held my head forward as he plunged his thick cock into my pussy from behind, guided with his free hand.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, my legs quivering.
“As you wish…”
His hands wrapped around my waist, tugging me back onto the uncompromising size of his weapon. I cursed out another expletive as his dominance forced me to take him entirely inside in the blink of an eye, our hips crashing together with a thunderous clap.
With those same hands, he pushed me forward again around the waist, then back, forward, back, building up an intense rhythm as our bodies collided over and over. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he released the grip of one hand, only to firmly clutch a fistful of my hair and tug my head backwards, holding me as if on a rein.
Sometimes, just to prolong my pleasure and my anticipation, he restrained himself a moment, holding me just far enough off of his cock that it was still inside… only to bring me crashing backwards around it again.
Dalton would do this a few times in a row before continuing to pummel me into submission against him.
I could barely contain myself against him. Another mind-numbing orgasm was on the way, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before it complete overwhelmed me again…
“Don’t stop,” I begged, and he listened.
Dalton released my hair, focusing on holding my hips in both hands and jackhammering me further into inescapable, carnal nirvana. His knees between mine pushed outward, stretching me wider and tighter as he fucked me into total bliss.
My body seized up as I came, groaning out every last drop of satisfaction when he fucked me to the edge. The climax completely eclipsed my mind, heightening my senses but stripping me of my sense of self… nothing else mattered, nothing at all.
I crumpled down to the bed, spent with pleasure. Dalton guided me onto my stomach, laying my limbs out, and I felt him mount me from above.
His hand clamped around my mouth as he pushed into me, allowing his weight to trap me beneath him. His ankles pushed outward, spreading my legs, and he leveraged his limbs against mine to keep me pinned down.
Once his improvised bindings were in place, he shoved himself deep into my body, completely dominating me like never before. All I could do was weakly push my ass up as Dalton rode me, asserting his complete mastery of my body against his own.
“I think it’s about that time,” he murmured in my ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth. “Are you ready?” He moved his palm to allow me to speak, clenching my wrists with both hands and holding them bound down.
I hazily nodded, a lustful grin crossing my lips. “Do it, Dalton…. come inside me.”
With my permission granted, his movements became more erratic. Smashing his hips against mine harder than ever, pushing himself deeper into my slick chasm… he was about to lose control of himself. I could already feel a deep, simmering growl from down in his lungs as he punished my body, thrusting again and again…
With a long, strained grunt, his cock took every millimeter it could, forcing itself deep down and unleashing his scorching-hot seed inside. We both groaned with satisfaction as he pumped me full, his fingernails digging into my flesh as he released everything he had into me.
After one final groan, he rolled off of me, sliding down into place beside me. I flipped over to nestle up beside him, feeling his massive chest fill and disperse with precious air.
“That was fucking amazing,” he murmured.
“Yeah, it seriously was,” I replied quickly. “I’m so glad that we did this. This was perfect.”
“You think so?” He turned to face me.
“Of course… it’s been a fantastic night.”
“Night’s not over yet, love,” he smirked. “I just need to recharge for a few minutes, but I plan on keeping you up until sunrise…”
And so he did.
By the time we collapsed for the last time, the better for half of a dozen orgasms under my belt, I was fulfilled in ways that I’d never dreamed possible. As the sun’s earliest rays tried to pe
netrate the drawn drapes against the glass, I felt completely assured that, even if we couldn’t have any more than this one night…
…It was a night that would raise the bar forever.
Twelve
The dreaded union of our parents hurtled towards us with a vengeance, and soon we were standing across from each other at a small altar in a quiet church.
The wedding itself might have been small and relatively meager, but I couldn’t overlook the fact that our parents just looked… happy together.
Privately, I was thoroughly disgusted that my grandparents were present. They were seated in the front pew, the very image of distinguished, posh irritation. It’s said that the English people keep a stiff upper lip – Raleigh and Riana Carlyle embodied that stereotype to the end. They were both dressed as if they had been kidnapped from some sort of regal, high-society event, and the quiet disdain on their faces shamelessly echoed that suggestion.
My father should have been able to treat his blushing bride to a lavish wedding, wherever in the world that she wanted. Unfortunately, his uppity, self-serving parents excelled at holding grudges, and so Father wasn’t eligible to the Carlyle fortune.
It’s not like it was even his fucking fault.
People make mistakes.
William, if anything, had proven himself worthy by pulling himself back from the brink of self-destruction. But it was clear that they would never, ever see it that way.
Thoughts for another time, I told myself as Dad walked down the aisle with Sarah on his arm. I plastered a forced grin across my face, glancing over at Clara.
Sarah looked beautiful in her rented bridal dress, but Clara was the real winner here. With a modest dress that accentuated her beautiful features and stunning shape, I could barely keep my eyes off of her.
The maid of honor wouldn’t meet my gaze, but I caught her checking me out, too – particularly in how my three-piece suit tightly hugged my broad, built frame.
“Dearly beloved, we gather here today to honor the unions of William Carlyle and Sarah Campbell…”
