Furry Face (Makes My Heart Race Book 1)

by Frankie Love

She pulls back, my words surprising her. I chuckle.

  “Don’t worry,” I add. “I know you’re just using me for my body. I’m not expecting you to want to sail off into the sunset with me. When I said happy ending, I meant I’m gonna make you orgasm like you’ve never done before.” I pull of my shirt and kick off my shoes. Damn, I’m ready to enjoy this beauty before me.

  “That shouldn’t be hard,” she says a little too wryly. “I’ve never come in my life.”

  I pause, staring at her. How is that possible?

  “Well honey, it’s time we change that, once and for all.”

  Penny

  Part of me can’t believe I just brought a stranger to my suite, but the other part of me knows it is high time I do something like this. Something for me.

  And when Paxton looks at me now, I know he is going to make sure I get exactly what I need.

  “Are you hungry? Thirsty?” I ask, feeling very nearly naked and suddenly unsure of what to do next.

  “I’m hungry all right,” he says, pulling me to him, kissing me again, softer this time. Our mouths part and his tongue is on mine, making me squirm with desire. My pussy is wet and he hasn’t even touched me yet. His beard tickles my skin as he kisses me and I close my eyes, imagining that same sensation between my legs.

  Oh god, I want him.

  The kiss intensifies and he runs his hands through my hair. “God, you’re sexy,” he growls, turning me on to a degree I’ve never been before.

  Panting, I pull away. “My room is down here,” I say, tugging on his belt loop and taking the lead. “Come on, bearded bad boy.”

  “I’m not so bad,” he tells me as we enter my room.

  “So bad you’re good?” I ask, unhooking my bra. I said I could take control, and I meant it. This is my night.

  “I think you have the wrong idea about me, Penny. I’m a nice guy with a beard, that’s it.” Her runs his hands over my breasts and I pull in a sharp breath, the sensation so delicious.

  “I want a nice guy in my life,” I admit as he lowers his mouth to my nipple, circling me with his tongue. I close my eyes, running my hands though his hair as he kisses me, massaging my breasts, making me feel so beautiful.

  He takes my hand, placing it on the button on his jeans. I unzip them, pushing them past his hips. His cock is firm, at attention, poking hard against his briefs. Warmth circles my belly, my pussy wet with desire.

  I let out a whimper of want, and Paxton tilts up my chin with his hand. “You sure you want this?” he asks.

  I nod slowly, not wanting the moment to rush by. Wanting to savor this for what it is — me taking control of my life. “I want you,” I tell him. “Please.”

  He lowers me onto my bed, glancing around the room as he does. “Everything is white, pure. Just like you.”

  “A blank canvas, is what I always say,” I tell him.

  “But god, girl, you’re the masterpiece.”

  I shake my head, embarrassed by the compliment. “I mean it,” he says. “You’re fucking beautiful, Penny.”

  He teases down my panties, kissing me again, and I run my hands over his back, his muscles taut, his skin sun kissed — he is ripped head to toe.

  “I want to see you, Pen. All of you.”

  “No one has ever seen me naked,” I tell him. “Not like this.”

  He gently spreads my knees, leaning over me. Looking at my pussy, biting his bottom lip. “Look at you, so damn innocent. All that changes tonight. You understand?”

  I nod, gasping with want as he lowers his mouth. Ruining me for all other men with the simple flick of his tongue. I thought furry-faced men weren’t my type… but apparently my pussy thinks otherwise.

  Chapter 4

  Paxton

  Oh, hell I’m in trouble, and I know it. Naked on her big white bed, this virgin is giving me the thing my cock craves — her sweet cunt. And she’s not holding back, not even a little. She says she wants me to take her to the edge, to make her come, to give her the very first orgasm of her life — and I will.

  But damn, I plan on taking my sweet time.

  I run my tongue over her. The swell of her perfect tits has me hard as steel, but the taste of her virgin hole is next-level sexy.

  Fuck, she tastes good.

  And she likes it, I know she does. This perfect princess is squirming under me like a kitten who doesn’t know what’s good for her.

  “Easy girl,” I say patiently. “No need to hurry this. Relax.”

  She exhales, sinking into the plush mattress, and I smile, knowing she is eager like an untamed horse, wild and free for the first time in her whole damn life.

  “It feels so good,” she moans. “Like… really, really good.”

  I grin, fucking love getting her off. She is so damn adorable, she’s honest and sincere, and doesn’t hold anything back. It makes me appreciate her in ways she doesn’t even realize. An honest to goodness sweetheart doesn’t come around all that often. And even though she thinks our lives couldn’t be more different, she has no idea how much I get her. I understand where she is coming from. She wanted to turn over a new leaf in her life, and hell, I can relate.

  It makes me want to give her a night she’ll never forget, take her first time to the next level.

  I swirl my tongue over her clit, and she’s dripping the way she needs. “I need to help you get ready for my cock, you understand?” I ask, my fingers circling her center, then I press one finger inside her sweetness, and she gasps. She’s so damn tight. My cock weeps precome as I touch her. Her cunt so damn ripe it feels like too good of a gift to receive.

  “Fuck, Penny. I don’t know if I can do this,” I admit.

  Gasping, she looks up at me. “Why not?”

  “I don’t want you to have regrets. And you’re a virgin.”

  “You knew that when you came up here, Paxton.”

  “I know, but then I felt you,” I say, my finger still inside her. “And fuck, baby, this seems like something… something you might want to save.”

  She shakes her head. “Listen, I’m tired of people telling me I’m not ready for things that I am ready for. Of men thinking they know what is best. Do you trust me to know myself?”

  I look at her, her eyes filled with a desire to be understood. And hell, I understand. More than I could express. And fuck, it makes me want to take care of her in a way I’ve never wanted to take care of anyone else in the whole damn world.

  “The thing is, Penny, when I look at you, I’m not just thinking one-night stand.”

  “What are you thinking?”

  “I think you and me… there is something here. Something real.”

  “We’re strangers,” she says softly. “Isn’t that the point? Two boats passing in the night?”

  I lean over her, kissing her gently. “What if we don’t have to pass?”

  She smiles, rolling her green eyes. “I think you’re crazy, Paxton.”

  I lick my lips, gazing at her with a longing that I’ve only ever read about. Fuck, I just met her and she’s cast a spell on me. I sure as hell don’t want it to break.

  Penny

  For a second I think Paxton might end the party before it begins, and I love the way he worries that this is what I truly want. But I feel respected more than I ever have by a man and he listens to me, hears that I wants this, 100%. When I’ve made my desire clear, he stops playing nice — instead he begins to finger me the way I never knew I needed.

  “Oh god,” I moan, the pleasure pulsing deep within me. He adds a second finger to my tightness, and I drop my head, letting go. My knees open wider, giving him access to all of me. And god, does he take it.

  He begins to fill my pussy with his hand, finger fucking me so completely, I strip for him. He lowers his mouth to my pussy, licking me up and down, his beard coated in my juicy release and his loves it, I know he does.

  My breasts bounce as he circles my clit with his finger, as I move against his hand in a way that has me aching with ne
ed. More, I want more. All he has to give. I’m so horny for him, loving the way his beard tickles me as he devours my cunt. I feel sexy as hell as he eats me out, and with his head buried at my core, I wrap my legs around his neck, not wanting him to leave this spot. Ever.

  When I’m at the very edge, he stops teasing. His tongue is in me, and I’m coming hard, his name on my lips and I cry out in pleasure. “Oh, Pax, oh god, oh yes!” The words spill from my mouth and my body is on fire. He leaves a trail of kisses up my belly, my tits, my neck. Kissing me firmly on the mouth, staking his claim. I am his, there is no doubt.

  “I loved that so much,” I sigh, wanting to touch his cock, feel his manhood, please him the way he has just pleased me.

  “Yeah?” he asks with a grin that makes me deliriously happy. “Good, because so did I.”

  I cover my face with my hands, laughing. Rolling to him, I tell him the truth. “I’ve never felt so good in my life.”

  “Never?”

  I shake my head, and he takes my hand, lacing our fingers, kissing them.

  “Me either, Penny,” he says.

  And as implausible as it may seem — I believe him.

  Chapter 5

  Paxton

  I feel like I’m spinning, delirious and drunk all at once. Yet I am completely sober. It’s just that looking at Penny has me thinking all sorts of impossible things.

  She smiles up at me, and I pull her close, abasing my chest and I inhale her lavender shampoo. Just being with her relaxes me. We don’t need to rush this, and after the mouth-watering orgasm that just shuddered through her body, I can sense she needs a breather.

  “How about a glass of water?” I say, and she nods, reaching for a silky white robe. Cinching it around her waist, I squeeze her ass that is just barely covered. “Damn, you look sexy in that.”

  “This old thing,” she says with a smirk. I know damn well that’s real silk and brand-new.

  We go to the kitchen, and she pulls a bottle of sparkling water from the fridge, filling two water glasses.

  “So, you live in Seattle long?” I ask her.

  “Born and raised.” She shrugs. “I went to college at the University of Washington, and my father gave me the penthouse as a graduation gift last year.”

  “Generous.”

  She bites her lip. “According to my dad, money equals happiness. He thinks luxurious gifts will make up for the fact that he’s not really been there for me.”

  “What do you mean?” I ask, following her outside to the balcony that overlooks the water. “I feel like there is a story there worth telling.” There is a giant Ferris wheel down on the waterfront, ferry boats crossing the sound, the Space Needle behind us. It’s a beautiful view, but damn, my sights are on her.

  “Well if you ever read my poetry, you’ll get the idea. Mom died when I was a teenager and my father didn’t take a single day off work. I dealt with that grief alone and I’m not sure I can ever let that go.”

  “I’m sorry, that’s a loss you can’t ever be ready for, especially not when you’re young.”

  “You sound like you know a thing or two about it?” she says, lifting her eyes to meet mine.

  “My parents died in a car crash when I was in high school.” Penny wraps her arms around me, her cheek on my chest.

  “Oh, Pax,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry.” The way she holds me makes me believe her. “Do you have any other family?”

  “I have a younger sister. She’s the same age as you, I’m five years older. It was awful to lose our mom and dad, but at least we had one another.”

  “What’s her name?”

  “Claire,” I say. “And she means the world to me.”

  “She’s lucky to have a big brother looking out for her,” Penny says. “I always wanted one.”

  I lift her chin, kissing her softly. “I hate that you’ve been through hell alone.”

  “I have my friends. Lucy and Tori have been with me since prep school.”

  “And they thought going out with a guy you didn’t know was a god idea,” I say with a chuckle. “Why is that?”

  We walk back into the house, and Penny pulls out crackers and cheese. We eat our midnight snack, and she tells me her girlfriends hate how controlling her father is.

  “He sets me up with his associates, or his associates’ sons. It’s all about merging two families together.”

  “And you don’t want that? To be set up?”

  Penny pauses, considering her words. “I’m not against being set up. In some situations, I think that could be sweet. What I don’t like is my dad finding me dates with men who aren’t suited for me.”

  “And what kind of man suits you, Penny?”

  She swallows. “When you said you work for yourself, what did you mean?”

  I run a hand over my beard. “You want to do this?”

  “What do you mean?” she asks.

  “You want the details? Because we can do that. But you said you just wanted to have fun. To have sex. And I wonder if knowing my history might change things. In ways you aren’t ready for.”

  “Could you be more vague?” she asks, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears.

  “I’m trying to make sure you get what you want tonight, Penny. And sometimes the details can change the entire picture. You want a burly man with a wild beard, and the freedom to be his own person. Is that enough information?”

  She runs her hands over my chest. “I can’t figure out if you’re saying all that because you’re emotionally unavailable or if it’s because you really like me and don’t want to ruin the mood with the truth.”

  “You don’t have to wonder. I am emotionally available. Hell, you want me to recite my favorite poems by Robert Frost to prove it, I can.”

  She bites back a smile. “Okay, that’s the sexiest thing a man has ever said to me.”

  “’Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both,’” I say, ready to continue.

  But before I can, Penny cuts me off with a kiss.

  Penny

  The regular Penelope wouldn’t do this, but I am a different girl tonight. I’m letting go. I’m being the romantic, the person I am at my core but am always too scared to show.

  I’m showing her now, to Paxton.

  I want to kiss him and roll in bed with him. Want him to push me against the bathroom wall and make love to me until we’re both gasping, panting. Begging. I want him to caress me until I’m nothing but his. His.

  This night is ours, I decided that when we got in the elevator, and I won’t let our stories define us tonight. Tonight it’s all about the present. Who we are when we are alone, together.

  He seems to understand all my thoughts because he lifts me up, at the waist, and carries me back to my bed. He tears off my robe and takes off his boxers, and both of us are naked, and it feels, in this moment, like our souls are bared, even though we’ve just met.

  “I want to be undone by you,” I tell him.

  “Good, because Penelope, I plan to ruin you for all other men.”

  His mouth crashes against mine and I gasp in pleasure, in shock. I gasp with need. His big, strong hands run over my breasts, teasing my nipples. A hand runs between my legs and he feels my wet center. I’m dripping for him and he opens me up again, two fingers inside me, and he plays with me as I moan for more.

  He draws his fingers to his mouth, sucking my sweet release, and god, I’m lost. In his eyes, in his heart that beats hard against my own. I’m his. And he knows it.

  “Fuck, I need you,” he growls in my ear, pinning me to the bed, on my back. His thick cock hard against my belly and I stroke him, closing my eyes as I savor the velvety rod in my grasp.

  “You’re so hard, so big,” I pant. “I need you in me, Pax. Please.”

  He kisses me softly as he enters me slowly. Taking his time. “You’re so tight, so pure,” he groans. “Like an angel.”

  “And you are strong,” I whimper as he fills me. “And bi
g. In control. Like a warrior.”

  “You should write a poem about this,” he says, kissing my neck as he moves deeper inside me, a cry escaping my lips as the pain turns to pleasure. I hold onto him, as if for dear life. There is no way in hell I’m letting go.

  “I’ll write more than a poem,” I murmur as his thickness envelopes me in a way that verges on ecstasy.

  All the stanzas I’ve read take on new meaning, the lines suddenly taking on a different tone. One I understand. This isn’t just sex. It’s the merging of souls, as two hearts become one.

  Tears fall from my eyes and Paxton kisses them away.

  I kiss him, hard, scared of what this has just become.

  Not a poem. The beginnings of a love story.

  Chapter 6

  Paxton

  When we wake in the morning, the Seattle summer sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a beautiful glow over Penny. I pull her to me, and cradle her in my arms as she gives me a sleepy smile.

  “Morning, gorgeous,” I say, kissing her softly.

  “Good morning to you,” she says, running her hand over my body, stroking my shaft. She rolls on top of me, her mouth finding my cock, and she begins to stroke and suck me off.

  “God, that feels good,” I groan and she takes hold of me, pumping me up and down as I run a hand over her back. Her skin is smooth and her ass is bare and I groan at the sight of her curvy body against me. I run a hand between her legs, her sweet, wet pussy as eager as my cock.

  “Oh,” she moans as she bobs her head, taking me nice and deep. I finger her, loving the way her slick hole knows me. She eases her ass closer to my face, and lifts her knee so she can straddle me from behind.

  “There you go, angel,” I growl as I bury my mouth against her sweet cunt. I lick her up and down, loving to lick her as she sucks me. This is more than one night of fun. This is the start of forever.

  I just need to tell her that. My intentions. Because one night isn’t nearly enough.